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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2013 0:23:52 GMT
[attr="class","aprh"] YOU HAD A WAY WITH WORDS  | It was a lazy summer afternoon.
William had canceled luncheon with that stupid prat Henry last minute, because he still had to appear gracious and accepting of his defeat during last Sunday's tennis match. It was a close game, but Henry the old fart won two games up and William would let him think all he wanted about himself being a sore loser.
Some rare English sunshine had come out to greet his uncle's estate. His uncle was a man with a taste for gatherings with the highest standard of tea and dainty little cakes. While he couldn't stand a second of his miserable small talk, William could very well come over every time the balding man made one of those little soirées because he had an impeccable taste for tea leaves.
Now twenty one and in the middle of his Oxford education, William had moved out of the family home into the townhouse given to him as a Christmas present last year. He hadn't given himself the time to see his siblings, not that he was interested in most of them. He only had a spot for the youngest.
Now, he took a seat under an umbrella and placed his teacup on its saucer, careful not to make a large sound. he crossed his legs as he folded his arms, watching the game of croquet his younger cousins were playing further down the vast expanses of his uncle's garden.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2013 2:12:40 GMT
@will Isobel had never gotten on too well with other children. She always acted several times her age, and she always stood a distance apart. The adults laughed drolly and said Isobel was just shy, but she wasn't so much timid as disinterested in what the other children liked to do.
It wasn't long before she wandered off from the cousins her age, the grass prickling at her ankles, a perfect shade of green against the perfectly azure sky, punctuated with bright perennials and shaded seats.
William was seated alone at a table - with a cup of tea, naturally. Isobel had heard he'd be here, but hadn't really been looking to run into him. She followed his gaze to the gaggle of children she'd just left, and with silent steps she plopped herself down across from him.
She crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap, sat straight. But she didn't say anything - that might have been a little impolite.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 23:24:55 GMT
[attr="class","aprh"] YOU HAD A WAY WITH WORDS | William rose his tea cup as some kind of salute - well, it could've been, if he was facing his new companion. He had watched Isobel come close from a distance, and he smiled secretly to himself, granting himself another sip of his earl grey.
"The other children too... boring for you, Isobel?" He asked, still admiring the view, of course. "I don't need to look at them to know they're not suitable company for you, my dear." He smiled again, and finally turned to face the younger girl as he placed his tea cup back to its saucer.
"How are you?" My love. William knew restraint like no other. It'd been drilled into his head since he was a baby. Speak properly. Stand up straight. Sit up straight. Don't be uncivilised.
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