Post by Cadence on Nov 18, 2009 6:11:43 GMT -5
Oh, it’d been a grand eve, over all. Between dancing and drinking, and simply belonging. Cadence’s cheeks were thoroughly reddened, though be if from that sweet wine, or simplistic exhaustion was yet to be told, and if Cadence had her druthers it would never be revealed. She’d been raised proper, and proper young ladies weren’t to behave in such a manner as she currently was. They weren’t to drink in excess, or dance with ragamuffin pseudo-princes.
Proper ladies never had any fun. The young heiress to the Sinclair line should know, for certain! And, oh, did she ever. Between schooling and overall studies a woman hardly had time for herself! But, ah, of course there was time to be courted, and eventually be married off. Once more, there was very little enjoyment to be found within the sanctity of married life. With little left to do, and little of a social life to speak of, Cadence turned her focus onto the family business, and her attempts to keep such afloat despite Camille’s persistence.
And then Joscelin had come along and abruptly torn her from her life of monotony. Perhaps it was the slap in the face she so desperately needed, for she was here, now, with the man who’d helped to open her eyes. Hand in hand with him, in fact! And she was enjoying herself thoroughly.
Her mouth was stained a simple and warm shade of red, perhaps Cadence had too much to drink after all. Still, it was late in the eve, and she could hardly be blamed for such! Joscelin and Marcus in and of themselves were quite the enablers, with handing the young miss Sinclair mug after mug of warm, sweet wine. Of course she could have simply told them to stop! Mss Sinclair was at least partially responsible, of course tomorrow morning the blame would be laid elsewhere!
A soft palm lifts to worry upon a pretty blue eye if only for a short lived moment, “Mm,” she coos out. Content for the moment. Her palm falls to settle warmly upon the dip of her stomach, pleasant smile taking her pretty features. This was what it was like being truly happy, once more that could be blamed on the liquor.
Still, her voice doesn’t slur as she speaks, “Sir Teimlia,” Cadence coos out, that smile spreading to expose teeth before she finds herself biting upon the tip of her tongue. Her head lolls to peer upon Joscelin’s handsome features for a short moment. Oh, he looks good as ever in his finest clothing, and that silly wooden crown of his. The Prince of Dysprosium, her semi-secret lover. And, oh, her heart simply melts for him. She was near addicted to him, and his simplistic lifestyle, albeit Cadence was more than aware just how much work was put into maintaining that lifestyle. She knew too well of Joscelin’s late nights, and his early mornings, and his study packed full of rolled papers. Even a well-learned woman such as Cadence truly had no idea how he managed.
It’s then her body draws close to his own, and slender arms draw about his midriff for palms to settle upon the small of his back easily, she presses the line of her body upon his own, “Perhaps we may dance? Please?” she proposes thereafter, for what was almost definitely the thousandth time this eve. Could she truly be blamed, though? No, of course not. She’d not be blamed, just as Joscelin would almost definitely accept her invitation.
Her gaze draws briefly to what seems to be an endless supply of wide eyed children. It was so late in the eve, and those children were more than aware of such. No doubt the lot were taking advantage of the Celebration of Life, using it and their merry parents as some sort of an excuse to keep up late. After all, all children desperately wanted to be an adult, and part of being adult was keeping up late like one! Still, Miss Sinclair offers up a warm smile to the gaggle of loitering fledglings. No doubt they simply wished to be recognized as more than just children. For tonight, they too, were adults. At least until their parents caught wind of the time!
“I think those young ladies are eyeing you, Joscelin,” Cadence coos, her mouth brushing warm upon the curve of his pulse, voice pitched low, and for Joscelin’s ears alone.
Proper ladies never had any fun. The young heiress to the Sinclair line should know, for certain! And, oh, did she ever. Between schooling and overall studies a woman hardly had time for herself! But, ah, of course there was time to be courted, and eventually be married off. Once more, there was very little enjoyment to be found within the sanctity of married life. With little left to do, and little of a social life to speak of, Cadence turned her focus onto the family business, and her attempts to keep such afloat despite Camille’s persistence.
And then Joscelin had come along and abruptly torn her from her life of monotony. Perhaps it was the slap in the face she so desperately needed, for she was here, now, with the man who’d helped to open her eyes. Hand in hand with him, in fact! And she was enjoying herself thoroughly.
Her mouth was stained a simple and warm shade of red, perhaps Cadence had too much to drink after all. Still, it was late in the eve, and she could hardly be blamed for such! Joscelin and Marcus in and of themselves were quite the enablers, with handing the young miss Sinclair mug after mug of warm, sweet wine. Of course she could have simply told them to stop! Mss Sinclair was at least partially responsible, of course tomorrow morning the blame would be laid elsewhere!
A soft palm lifts to worry upon a pretty blue eye if only for a short lived moment, “Mm,” she coos out. Content for the moment. Her palm falls to settle warmly upon the dip of her stomach, pleasant smile taking her pretty features. This was what it was like being truly happy, once more that could be blamed on the liquor.
Still, her voice doesn’t slur as she speaks, “Sir Teimlia,” Cadence coos out, that smile spreading to expose teeth before she finds herself biting upon the tip of her tongue. Her head lolls to peer upon Joscelin’s handsome features for a short moment. Oh, he looks good as ever in his finest clothing, and that silly wooden crown of his. The Prince of Dysprosium, her semi-secret lover. And, oh, her heart simply melts for him. She was near addicted to him, and his simplistic lifestyle, albeit Cadence was more than aware just how much work was put into maintaining that lifestyle. She knew too well of Joscelin’s late nights, and his early mornings, and his study packed full of rolled papers. Even a well-learned woman such as Cadence truly had no idea how he managed.
It’s then her body draws close to his own, and slender arms draw about his midriff for palms to settle upon the small of his back easily, she presses the line of her body upon his own, “Perhaps we may dance? Please?” she proposes thereafter, for what was almost definitely the thousandth time this eve. Could she truly be blamed, though? No, of course not. She’d not be blamed, just as Joscelin would almost definitely accept her invitation.
Her gaze draws briefly to what seems to be an endless supply of wide eyed children. It was so late in the eve, and those children were more than aware of such. No doubt the lot were taking advantage of the Celebration of Life, using it and their merry parents as some sort of an excuse to keep up late. After all, all children desperately wanted to be an adult, and part of being adult was keeping up late like one! Still, Miss Sinclair offers up a warm smile to the gaggle of loitering fledglings. No doubt they simply wished to be recognized as more than just children. For tonight, they too, were adults. At least until their parents caught wind of the time!
“I think those young ladies are eyeing you, Joscelin,” Cadence coos, her mouth brushing warm upon the curve of his pulse, voice pitched low, and for Joscelin’s ears alone.
