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the baskerville-vessalius wedding.
duchess baskervilleₒ
hopewasleft wrote in pandoraheartsdr
Today had been a day long in the making, and many people had had a hand in it. The mansion's grand ballroom was as elegant as it had ever been, decorated as it was for a Baskerville wedding. The doors had all been flung open onto the balcony outside, and stairs led down into what would be the reception area afterward. With spring in the air and the gardens blooming, the tables had been set up on the grounds outside. Everything was surprisingly perfect, considering the habits of the mansion's Will; perhaps she, too, was looking forward to the wedding.

[ ooc; i'll set up several threads, sort of like the pandora meeting post. also lmao short post sorry guys. post away! ]

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[Liam is avoiding Vincent. He is using Oscar to do so. Oscar insists on making him dance with people.

Have at!]

I'll tag with Sharon next, I promise but trolling=win

[Guess who happens to be standing very close by, Liam.]

[And of course Oscar's too drunk to recognize a version of Glen Baskerville when he sees one. Why does he drink, why?

Flustered flustered]

Ah... I'm sorry, Lady Baskerville.

[Gwen turns to look at him for a moment, almost curiously before glancing towards the dancefloor again.]

Your companion seems to have abandoned you.

[He offers an apologetic smile.]

He expects me to dance with you. If you do not wish to, that's fine.

I have no objection to it.

[He offers a slight bow and his hand to lead her onto the floor.]

[Gwen follows him after a moment.]

[Liam keeps their distance appropriate when he does bring her into the dance pose, ever the gentleman.]

[Lol avoiding Vincent, don't you know the guy is just attracted to flaily little nincompoops Liam?

Which is why the bitty version is cutting the hem of your pants from under the table. Snip, snip, snip. And those may or may not be Break's good fabric scissors.]

[It takes Liam a moment to realize--in fact, he realizes because he feels the scissors against his ankle--and then he jerks back and looks down at little Vincent in a little bit of irritated surprise. It's not like there are other formal-wear pants in his wardrobe right now.

But this would be young Vincent, wouldn't it? The one Rufus wants him to work with. So he forces a little smile.]

Lord Barma mentioned you, Vincent.

You really shouldn't cut people's clothing.

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