A Hopeful Distraction, Tag: Open

[Breana Gibbs]

She shook her head. "It was our loss of America. It happened so soon after the loss of her, that seeing a revolution actually work had to be part of it... But i will take your warning as you mean it." she said, as a light kick to her heel from her brother mad her smile a bit. He grinned a little.

"You really have to learn how to control that tongue, sister. Not everyone cares about what happened years ago." the boy said, eyeing her. He was the one who'd given her the book that had given her that idea, and he was going to regret it.

"That is yet to be seen." she answered. A dislike of her mother was evident. She found her mother boring, but that was her.

"We do plan to get out more. Mother and Father have decided that we need to get out more." or well father had. He hadn't actually seen mother in a few days. Both of them nodded.

"Thank you. I believe we will both enjoy it." she said with a quick smile. HIs use of Black as Sin made her blush just a bit but she nodded. "I will try that. You should to Lucas." The older brother sighed, and nodded.

"We'd both love black coffee then."

[Marquis Victor Grenville]

He laughed as Bree corrected him again, “For a lady of leisure you’re rather outspoken,” he commented with a raised eyebrow, “I heard that politics was a purely corrupting influence on women…” He said, now turning to Lucas, “Looks as though you might have a challenge on your hands…” He added with a grin. It was refreshing for him to be challenged by a woman, and a young one at that, usually dresses, perfumes and the latest in Society’s gossip was the most he could learn from a woman.

He could tell Lucas was not as bold as his sister, and attempting to be polite, “Ahh, but it is the past that shapes the present. We all ought to care, for our own sakes.” He said, having studied history and the classics for a number of years himself.

“If you’re wanting to escape for a while Lucas, I hear there’s an event at the Golden Fleece this coming Saturday,” He said with a knowing smile, “I intend to attend, although I wouldn’t recommend it to a lady,” he said with regards to Bree. For all his outlandishness, he was sure that a young impressionable woman would only be preyed upon at a place such as the Fleece, especially one of such good heritage.

“Fabulous,” Victor said, turning to the maid as Bree and Lucas decided on their order, “We’ll have a tray of scones with that too…” He had only recently had lunch with his father, but he assumed that Lucas and Bree would be quite hungry after a number of hours at the opera. “And I believe that will be all for the moment,” He said, sending the maid bustling back into the café to put together their order.

Victor sighed, leaning back into his chair more comfortably, “I do love a sunny afternoon…” He said absent mindedly. There was an almost golden quality to the late afternoon London light.

[Breana Gibbs]

Bree smiled. "We have an indulging father." which was true. His only daughter was deeply loved at least by him. The mother not so much. Lucas laughed.

"And this is on a good day. At least today she's tractable." he teased, and got a half slap on his arm for it. He grinned at her, but he was quieter than his sister, more scholarly. "Though father does indulge you to much you know. And against mother's will." she shrugged. It didn't matter to her.

Brown eyes glanced at Victor as he spoke of the gilded flease. It was impossible to not know of it, but the good young lord had never visited. "I will be sure to join you." he said, secretly dreading it now. His sister would be there, now that Victor had challenged her. Her blue eyes held the kind of fire in them, that scared her older brother. She was determined to do as she will. If only that were safe. Then again it was 1855, things were changing rapidly. She wasn't going to stand for no, and he didn't blame her. Mother had tried so hard to squash everything but sub-subservient things out of her, that it had only added to her rebellious fire.

Bree looked around. "A good day for a ride." she said almost absentmindedly. The blond boy laughed slightly and nodded. "Or a walk."

[Marquis Victor Grenville]

Victor just nodded as Bree explained that they had an indulging father, “Nothing wrong with indulgence, life would be quite dull without it…” He said with a smile. If he didn’t live by that philosophy, he didn’t live by any.

“I quite believe it,” Victor laughed along with Lucas about Bree’s rather opinionated outlook, and her response was just as to be expected. Still, much to Victor’s disappointment, that same passion of belief and confidence hadn’t seemed to brush on her brother.

Victor couldn’t keep the smile from his face as Lucas somewhat nervously agreed to join him in attending the guilded fleece. “You don’t sound particularly sure?” He said narrowing his eyes in mock suspicion, believing for a moment that Lucas had not taken a lover in his life – although he wouldn’t force him to speak about that now, that would be quite inappropriate before his sister…

“It’s masquerade,” He explained, “with an exotic theme…” He spoke to Lucas, but locked eyes with Bree. There was a fire in her person that made him believe that she might just turn up as well, despite his own advice.

Just as Bree was speaking about the day being good for a ride or a walk, the maid returned with their coffee and scones, complete with jam and clotted cream – an indulgence that some could only ever dream of. He thanked the maid, before taking a knife and setting a scone on his own plate.