Lord Grey II and Sophia have a private(?) conversation

Characters in this scene: Sophia, Lord Grey II, Justin Landis Jr

MagpieNotMagpie (Sophia Parks) — 03/28/2021

Sophia follows the strangely dressed man into the ballroom. Her Sight shows him as fountain of stars and moonlit nights. She hears the sound of revelry. She feels a tune on her lips. *Fuck, it’s a fucking Fae*

lordgreyii — 03/28/2021

Lord Grey turns to face Sophia, having left the bounds of the Alabaster's decree. Emotionlessly, he deliberately looked her over. To the Sight, the Glamour of his being roils outwards like a stoked fire, touching more of the room. "You have a patron."

MagpieNotMagpie (Sophia Parks) — 03/28/2021

“Yes, I have a patron. I am currently visiting here as a guest of the Lady of House Lim.” *Blanc, let’s hope whatever the fuck you did to this mask works against him* Sophia’s mask shimmers. There’s a very faint buzzing noise. “Who are you?”

Landis963 — 03/28/2021

You hear a thump at the door, as though someone fell into it.

A muffled "I'm fine!" is called out.

lordgreyii — 03/28/2021

"Many know me as Lord Grey II. I expect that this name is not meaningless to your patron." He pointedly ignores the boy on the other side of the door. Glamour is making the rug ripple, little plant buds forming out of thread before returning to the weave.

MagpieNotMagpie (Sophia Parks) — 03/29/2021

"Many know me as Lord Grey II. I expect that this name is not meaningless to your patron." He pointedly ignores the boy on the other side of the door. Glamour is making the rug ripple, little plant buds forming out of thread before returning to the weave.

@lordgreyii - jump ”Lord Grey II? I would say that this was a pleasure but I’m still unsure why you brought me to this room. I don’t know what ‘patron’ you speak of, but this is the first time that I’ve heard your name.” *Who the fuck is this guy? He’s a Lord? That sounds important* Sophia lightly brushes her skirt. “I’m going to go check on whoever that is. They sound like they got hurt.”

lordgreyii — 03/29/2021

"They are fine. They announced it and are a Practitioner. I am reasonably certain you heard them say it. You are deflecting." The Fae Noble states these as simple facts, unflinching. "You have a mark upon your left arm. It is connected to an entity whom is at least tangentially related to an entity I seek."

MagpieNotMagpie (Sophia Parks) — 03/29/2021

“Which entity is that? I’m relatively new to this and I’ve much to learn.”

*Fuck fuck fuck fuck. What the fuck did they do.* Sophia contemplates pulling out one of her snuffboxes of Glamour before deciding against it.

lordgreyii — 03/29/2021

"It is so far unknown to me, but I recognize its touch. Its manner is about you, and about that mark." Lord Grey narrows his eyes infinitesimallly. "Did you know," he remarks, "that Men have a tendancy to sub-vocalize when they think fully articulated thoughts? When communicating 'silently' to another? I have thought many times that being able to recognize the tiny movements of sub-vocalization well contributes to some peoples' belief that some Fae can read minds."

MagpieNotMagpie (Sophia Parks) — 03/29/2021

The buzzing grows louder. It’s not heard, but felt. “What do you want to know?” Sophia replies. She rips off her sleeve. The butterfly is stained black. Barbed wire surrounds it, crawling over her flesh. Where it touches, the skin is raised and red. “Do you want to know about this? Do you want to know what kind of week I’ve had or what I’ve had to go through?” “You call yourself a Lord and yet when you invite me into a room *at a party that I am a guest to and thus protected by hospitality under* you make thinly-veiled accusations. Of course I would deflect. I’m a young woman trapped in a room with a stranger! A stranger whose Glamour is infecting the very house of our gracious host!” “I could leave right now, but I’m trying to be nice to you. Please, just answer me honestly without the games. What are you asking me?”

lordgreyii — 03/29/2021

The hard look in the Fae's eyes softens somewhat. "My apologies. I do not expect that my quarrel is with you. I *would*, in fact, like to know what you've gone through, and I would offer to make amends for any turmoil that this puts you through." His posture shifts back to being demanding and angry. "However, you must understand that I *do* expect that I have quarrel with one you are connected to, one that cost the life of a dear friend. I wish to know of your patron. Who are they, and where are they from?" (Glamour shifts and slips through the door's cracks.)

MagpieNotMagpie (Sophia Parks) — 03/29/2021

”I can’t say. I’d say thank you for offering but I kind of can’t accept any gifts or deals at the moment as well. I don’t know much about my patron, nor do I know where they come from.” “I was told that this was going to be a fun party Lord Grey II. I don’t even want to be here, but I was told to come here and to make friends but...” The voice behind the mask cracks. She slumps her shoulders. The buzzing grows louder. The glamour on the floor begins to shake.

lordgreyii — 03/29/2021

"It appears that my words have some import to your patron." The Fae looks at the floor, untroubled by the shaking. He returns his gaze to Sophia, reading her posture studiously. "I too came to garner connections. As far as I am concerned, you can still find a friend in me."

MagpieNotMagpie (Sophia Parks) — 03/29/2021

”I wish I could believe that. I wish. It would be so nice to have a friend Lord Grey II! “ “I’m still learning but I know that you are Fae Lord Grey II. I know what a human life is worth in the world of the Courts. You may not be of one of the Dark Courts, but even the Bright Courts can be cruel.” “I don’t think I’d be okay with constantly worrying about whether or not I’m a pawn in one of your games or if your friendship is simply you using me.” She sniffles, before her tone hardens. “Did you ever think that maybe you could have asked me this over a drink instead of bringing me to a private room? I could have told you what I knew and maybe helped you somehow.”

She pauses before adding. “Do you miss her? Your friend? Was she nice?”

lordgreyii — 03/29/2021

Lord Grey's expression seems hesitate before dropping its guard and turning sorrowful. "Deeply. Her name was Pirta. She was a treasured fae of the grove under nameless stars. We erected a statue in her honor before the mansion." "Spring Fae are often given to emotion, as the story permits. I felt the touch of the one who hurt Pirta so, and it was as a branding iron to an open wound. I emphasize that I have no quarrel with you specifically, but perhaps my zeal was startling." His lips quirk in a smile. "Also, you have not been alone. There have been at least two Practitioners listening in at the door since we arrived."

MagpieNotMagpie (Sophia Parks) — 03/29/2021

She laughs, and it sounds raw and tired. “Of course there are people listening in to me on one of my bad days.” The shaking stops. “I lost someone too Lord Grey II. I’m not sure how much Fae can truly care about others but...” She pauses for a bit to collect her thoughts. “It’s terrible that Pirta died. I don’t know if my patron had anything to do with it. I don’t even know their *name*.”