Thread: Darkened Hearts (Orcus/SHARPii)

Delilah. His voice didnt seem to do anything as she simply had her head tilted upward just a bit, clearly having zoned out. Her eyes looked almost glazed over. Delilah. He said again but shook her this time. She was brought back into the current and looked at the man before. Oh, it was still Wallace and her unhappiness about that kind of showed on her face. He shook her out of her reverie for what? So she could listen to him continuing droning on about something she could care less about? Yes, he was droning on about himself. She could care less. Are you even listening? He asked. Blinking she just nodded meekly before taking a small sip of her wine, smiling that sweet smile that even she knew would get her out of certain blunders like this. It worked since his resolved softened, but unfortunately he continued on talking. That smile instantly faded away, her dimples disappearing beneath her cheeks as she took a long sip of her wine. Thankfully, her mother interrupted him to pull away. The one time lately she was actually thankful for her mother. What are you doing, you silly girl? She asked, her normally shrill voice surprisingly low. What? Lila asked like she didnt know, until her mother pointed to the wine. Stiffening a little bit, Lila reluctantly handed the glass over to her. Ive only had one and half cups. A woman of your stature cannot afford to plump up because of wine. She even made the motion as she puffed her cheeks out and disapprovingly so. Well maybe itll keep these pompous mongrels away She muttered, though evidently loud enough for her mother to hear. She practically gaped at her. I mean of course, Mother. Youre always right. Her voice sounded uninterested and soft but like all emotion left from it as she basically caved into her mother. Mingle. And with that, she left her alone, trusting her to do her duty as a young maiden of marrying age. Her attention was taken away from the boring onslaught of the night when their butler seemed to announce a new guest. Her head turned in that direction and she watched as the man walked in. He looked familiar and then as she turned to face him completely, Lila realized that it was the same man from when she was out on the balcony. His sudden appearance was suspicious, nonetheless. She watched as her father made his way to the man, approaching him. Oh, that ought to be interesting, perhaps spice up some things or liven up this gathering a little bit. Lord Derby, a man in his fifties with well groomed black and grey hair, spectacles perched on his long nose and wearing a clean cut and crisp black and white suit, having pulled out all the stops for an occasion as this, approached the young man and looked at him curiously. His chin was naturally raised as he had been doing that his entire life, clearly giving way to his haughty disposition. Im sorry, my good sir, but Im afraid you must be lost. He chuckled kindly as if the situation was that amusingsimply trying to mask his insult. Its a closed party, invitation only. Surely you understand. My wife as well as myself of course do not tolerate... He paused to look this man up and down, taking in his appearance. Well he was clearly not a Lord but even Lord Derby didn't think he suitable for his gathering in his daughter's honor. Slinky commoners passing for nobility. Of course he would not hide his insults but he said them so sadistically with such a kind tone and not at all angrily, even smiling. It came off harsher. I also don't think my daughter would appreciate it. He explained but then his eyes finally landed on the bottle of wine this man was holding and he recognized the crest and insignia, knowing that vineyard. My word, is that what I think it is? He asked, pushing his glasses up to gaze at the vintage wonder. Hmm, if you tell me how you came by that and promise to surrender it to me, I just may not insist of your departure. Even a man like Lord Derby could be bought with a healthy bribe.