thechipperhuntress

[thechipperhuntress]

“Szalome Vevoda,” she replies, taking his hand in hers for a moment, marveling at the smoothness of it in hers, “at yours.”

Blinking slightly from the reflection coming of his cane, she looks him up and down. This was definitely his element, his relaxed stance and careful smirk told that well enough. That being said, he had the look of someone who is getting away with something; it was an off-putting, and more than slightly irritating, feeling - feeling like you’re being taken advantage of. 

  “And what do you do, Mr. Greenville? Our host always has such interesting guests, and it is a delight to get to know them.”

@theascendingsocialite

It is another of Illuvatar’s salons: a celebration to welcome in the new year and close out the season’s festivities. She is wearing her finest stress (still not that fine, and much less so were the color not so good at concealing stains) and concealing her finest knife (quite fine indeed, but less appropriate for the gien company). She may be without hat or gloves, and her shoes might be more suited for a back alley brawl than a waltz, but her demeanor (not to mention being a protege of the host himself) mostly makes up for these deficiencies.

As conversation members come and go, she is eventually left alone with Thomas.

“Hello sir, she says, guardedly, there is too much of satisfaction and hunger in his eyes for anything else, “I don’t believe I caught your name?”

#Szalome #Thomas

[thechipperhuntress]

@theascendingsocialite

It is another of Illuvatar’s salons: a celebration to welcome in the new year and close out the season’s festivities. She is wearing her finest stress (still not that fine, and much less so were the color not so good at concealing stains) and concealing her finest knife (quite fine indeed, but less appropriate for the gien company). She may be without hat or gloves, and her shoes might be more suited for a back alley brawl than a waltz, but her demeanor (not to mention being a protege of the host himself) mostly makes up for these deficiencies.

As conversation members come and go, she is eventually left alone with Thomas.

“Hello sir, she says, guardedly, there is too much of satisfaction and hunger in his eyes for anything else, “I don’t believe I caught your name?”

#Thomas #Szalome

[thechipperhuntress]

@thenettledsecretary

It is another of Illuvatar’s salons: a celebration to welcome in the new year and close out the season’s festivities. She is wearing her finest stress (still not that fine, and much less so were the color not so good at concealing stains) and concealing her finest knife (quite fine indeed, but less appropriate for the gien company). She may be without hat or gloves, and her shoes might be more suited for a back alley brawl than a waltz, but her demeanor (not to mention being a protege of the host himself) mostly makes up for these deficiencies. 

Somewhat giddy from liquor and pleasantries, she eventually finds herself side by side with Liza.

“Hullo love, she says, looking at her with interest, “you’ve got the look of someone who doesn’t much want to be here.”

Extending a friendly hand and affable smile, she asks, “what’s your name then? Mine’s Szalome.” 

#Szalome #Liza