[november catchall - closed-ish]

[etiquette]

Who: harry hart etiquette & various
What: november catch-all for event stuff!
When: early november
Where: wyver mostly, little bit of olympia probs
Warning(s): def some nsfw jungle heat threads in here, beware!


[this is a catch-all for late october/early november threads! if anyone else would like to plot something or needs a starter feel free to hit me up by pm or on plurk over at obscurial. i'm def up for more during the new plot! c:]

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[originallutece]

Oh, yes. The scientific equipment is superior, the climate is more to my taste, and my housemate is already eager to set off. It was barely a choice at all.

[She takes her drink, though her eyes are locked on him. The way he leans in leaves her smiling faintly, and she wonders at that. She isn't inclined to smiling as a rule, and certainly not at this time of year. And yet here she is, amused and a little charmed that he's acting like this. She shifts as he does, facing him properly, her fingers sliding against the condensation on her glass.

Perhaps it's because he always reminds her a little of Robert. That quietly impudent gentility, the clever mind . . . and of course, the attraction doesn't hurt things. Her eyes flit over him again, and her slight smile grows. He's got to be at least ten years older than her, but age has never much bothered her.

Rather the opposite, really.]

But I've time for a few more indulgences before I leave.

[etiquette]

Housemate? I hadn't realized you were living with anyone--not that it's exactly my business.

[he does sound genuinely curious--rosalind has always given him the impression of being rather controlled in what she allows to be given of herself. not that it's an unfamiliar notion to harry, who still hasn't even given his real name to anyone besides eggsy.

it's not hard to discern somewhat of a bold claim, particularly for the time period he knows her to be from. maybe it's the drinks or the atmosphere, but he's happy to see her mood at least somewhat lifted from where it started. he's even gotten a smile out of her, something he'll tuck away as a win.]

Another drink? Or were you thinking perhaps...when in Rome...?

[his gaze drifts to the men and women around them, laughing, dancing--pressed close for more than conversation. but harry can't find himself bothered or envious of them, not when everyone is in such good spirits and it's infectious somehow.]

[originallutece]

[She glances out as well, lifting her glass to her lips as she does. There's all kinds of couples out tonight, some attempting to be more subtle than others. One eyebrow ticks up as she looks at two women, one of whom seems intent on slipping her hands beneath her companion's skirt. She's protesting, but laughingly, and it seems a losing battle.

She would have looked away some other night, but now Rosalind's gaze lingers for a few seconds, her cheeks flushed warm. Only once she's knocked back her drink does she glance back towards him.]

When in Rome, as they say.