[Soirée] I only have eyes for you

Valeria and Darcy, please.

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Being told that the knight had been one of those who'd helped her didn't provide any comfort. On the contrary, it made her feel worse, her face truly reddening as she imagined what this man must think of her, how he must have laid her hands upon her. The Burhan didn't have an issue with having men touch her but she tended to like them to have her consent and she also preferred to be conscious before she let complete strangers lay hands upon her. What was more, she'd been in a very compromised sort of position so she definitely didn't want people who were strange to her around the place. As such, she was incredibly glad when Darcy sent him away.

"Thank you, Darcy. I appreciate your help, especially as I got myself into such an embarrassingly awkward situation," she murmured, fingers dancing down the side of her face, pushing her hair out of the way while she smiled sheepishly. A moment later though, the smile froze on her face, strangely fixed as it gradually diminished in intensity. Her eyes flickered through a few uncomfortable shades of blue, paling considerably as nervousness set in; she glanced at Caius before turning her gaze back to the Venora. It was quite clear that she'd read quite a bit into the familiarity between the Burhan and the Gawyne, or perhaps Caius had said something while Valeria had been out of it.

She moved her fingers to her mouth, beginning to chew idly on her fingernails as she watched the interaction between the couple as Darcy walked to the nearby bar. It didn't help that her old friend chose to speak in a manner that suggested that he wasn't taking this seriously. What was more, he didn't make any effort to deny that there was anything more than friendship between them. Considering what he'd told her while they were in Ericor's, she wanted to throttle him because he was such an idiot! The blonde wondered how on Idalos he'd ever managed to have any success with women at all. He only made it worse in her mind when he chose to speak in an aside to her, having a private interaction that certainly wouldn't look good from the other woman's perspective.

"It has nothing to do with whose advice I'll take. I know it was stupid but I have certain pressures- you wouldn't get it, Caius," she all but growled, incredibly frustrated with him for other reasons. She sighed, trying to rein in her annoyance. "I'm sorry that I basically fell on you. I'm sure it was frightening and I might not be that heavy but it probably wasn't a fun situation to find yourself in. But yes, better you than... Nathaniel Endor, say. I already fell into him this evening and I wish I could scrub the memory from my mind," she sighed, covering part of her face with her hand at the recollection.

When he spoke more loudly, seemingly eager to allow Darcy to hear every single word. The noblewoman actually snatched a cushion up that she'd been leaning on and flung it in the general direction of the man's head. She'd never been athletically inclined so chances were that it would miss but she was making a point more than anything. "Do yourself a favour and shut your sarding mouth or I might have to smack you in it," she threatened, puffing out an irritated breath. "You're acting like a total arse. Apologise to Darcy. Don't make me force you; you bloody well know that I know your weaknesses."

Carefully, she gently probed at her side to judge the state of the corset. She could probably take it off and store it with the rest of her belongings, and make do with more sensible undergarments. She sat up straight, smoothing down her dress and arranging her legs so that only a minimal amount of skin was visible through the slit in the skirt. The blonde turned her attention to the Venora, making it clear that she was speaking to her woman-to-woman.

"I'm very sorry for how it looked, Darcy, really, I am. There wasn't anything untoward going on, I swear. I didn't realise how much I'd had to drink or rather, I didn't want to admit how much it had affected me. I feel a lot more sober now and now a number of actions seem quite, quite regrettable," Valeria admitted, face reddened and irises a swirling disturbance of grey. "He was a comfortable pillow, I'll admit but he was mainly just putting up with me. I seem to recall him swearing at me for not just letting him stand there listening to you play. You were fantastic by the way."

She shot a sidelong glance at Caius before she replied to his question. "Yes, I'm fine or mostly fine. And if you force that Ser Haywood person on me, I will never forgive you. I choose my own company and I most definitely don't want to be stuck with some common knight, thank you very much!" she responded, nose wrinkling in contempt.
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And this was why Caius bordered on the recluse.

He was sure of it.

He would pay a pretty nel for a library about now. Or the sweaty print room of the Gazette. Anywhere but in this room with these two women in the middle of this Soirée. Anywhere. Suddenly overwhelmed, the young Gawyne felt like a trapped animal. Unable to please either of them correctly, it felt like one of those nightmares where he was turning in research but all the sheets of carefully written parchment were blank. He was hardly socially adept enough to navigate the treacherous waters of Valeria's expectations, let alone Darcy's sudden jealousies. The young Gawyne was, for all of his complicated thought processes, a simple beast in the softer center of his calloused existence.

"I don't get it. I don't sarding get any of it." He agreed firmly, ignoring the blonde Elithem's tone toward him and glancing at his delicate pianist as if to admit he didn't entirely get her in this moment, either. It was all suddenly over his head, or so it felt, and while he could pretend to understand why he should be sorry for even the hint of a more than friendly relationship that may or may not have happened arcs ago. He hadn't known both of them then, and would that have even affected his decisions? He didn't regret—

Blinking, Caius managed to catch the tossed cushion despite not paying attention to either of them, momentarily lost in his own thoughts. Scowling, he set the pillow down roughly and shook his head in disappointment,

"I don't have anything to apologize for. For Fate's sake, what in Warren's name did I do wrong?" Nothing, he stopped himself from saying by biting his bottom lip to fight the surge of frustration that gnawed at his heart. Absolutely nothing. Misspoken? Danced with a friend? Had a little fun in his life before meeting the woman he was quite sure he was going to marry? Okay, more than just a little.

None of that was wrong.

Was it?

Bogs. These intricacies were not the threads binding a book together, no, they were the opposite, unraveling his carefully constructed ability to keep his thoughts together, and he was unsure whether he would be able to make anything better if he opened his mouth to say the kinds of words that raced through his mind. A hand reached up and curled fingers into his unkempt hair while he raised the other one in a sign of surrender,

"I'm sorry. I've taken a step in the wrong sarding direction somewhere between the dance floor and here, and, I'm not sure what I should be doing. This is—this—bogs—you know, I think I'm going to show myself out, ladies. I'll just walk Ser Haywood back and you'll know where to find me later. Excuse me."

The young Gawyne looked first to Valeria as if to wish her good night, but then the frosty, pale gaze that washed to Darcyanna was much more wild-eyed and unsure. He shrugged, helplessly, and didn't entirely wait for a response before he smiled and showed himself out, quick to shut the door behind him, smirking at Bram still waiting uncomfortably outside. His pulse raced in his ears and he wanted to hover, if only to have a moment alone with his delicate pianist, but he knew better of himself at the moment. It was awkward, but a walk would make everything better for the northern noble, he was sure of it.

Caius made a hand motion to indicate that their presence was hardly necessary or wanted, the smirk that had creased its way into his flustered features an emphasis. Clearing his throat, he tilted his head down the hall as if to dismiss them together, aware that he'd probably crushed the man's dreams just bits before,

"Ah, Ser Haywood. Listen, do you happen to know a Knight by the name of Ser Renot?"
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The tone of the Gawyne’s voice, the look in his eyes, Darcy knew she should let it go. She knew she was reacting to things that didn’t need reacting, and yet...it still hurt. Setting her jaw firmly, the blonde looked away, sipping on the whiskey with dark eyes. As he addressed Valeria, and in turn herself, the blonde scowled down at her glass, frustrated by the emphasis on history and the implied notion that her feelings on the matter were silly.

They were, but they were there and they were real and they sarding hurt.

The Burhan growled at Caius, perhaps just as put out by his tone, but it was the sudden movement that turned the pianists head. Her eyes widened and for a moment she didn’t know what to say. The attractive noblewoman was on her side? Darcy blushed, looking over at Valeria with a breath, trying to find some words that weren’t stammered in surprise.

“No, no Valeria. It’s my fau—“ She began, shifting to apologise for her own silly hang ups, before the upset Gawyne let loose. He’d caught the pillow, and it was clear he was not happy with the Burhan’s words. He didn’t get it, didn’t understand. Maybe, if he questioned the pale Venora about her feelings, maybe Darcy would be able to explain how it made her feel about one inch tall seeing the man who wanted to marry her sauntering around with the woman he used to sleep with. Maybe he could understand. Instead, he looked at her with frosty pale eyes, and with a shrug the diri excused himself.

Well then.

“Bogs.” She cursed in frustration, turning away from Valeria to knuckle at the tears that sprung hotly to her stormy grey gaze. What a sarding mess! She had no right to react so poorly, but fates the Venora had at least expected to talk to him about it. Truthfully, perhaps not with Valeria present, but by storming out the blonde was left feeling a little forlorn. How did she even fix it? Downing the rest of the whiskey with a shudder, she sniffed and turned to the songstress with a wane smile.

“Sorry. This is entirely my fault. I don’t...there’s no one else but Caius and I...all these feelings are just...I don’t know. Am I meant to feel no jealousy over something that existed between you two before I even met either of you? Wouldn’t he be upset if I started dancing and such with a man I had previous feelings for?” Moving to slump down on the couch beside Valeria, she buried her face in her hands.

“I’m no good at this stuff.” Running her hands through her hair, Darcy looked at the woman with another smile.

“Are you really okay? You can use the Red Room as long as you need. I can even as Jirelle to post a house servant to keep people out. I’ll manage anyone who wants to have a gossip, don’t you worry about that.”

Ser Haywood turned with surprise when Caius appeared, looking over his shoulder at the door for a moment with confusion. Clearly something had not quite gone to plan, and so it was awkwardly just the two of them. Bowing politely the knight followed the noble.

“Renot, my Lord? I’m familiar with the name, a colleague on the second patrol. Is he a friend?” Walking in uncompanionable silence for a moment, the dark man found a little streak of courage.

“Lord Gawyne, if I might be so bold, your Lady Venora is quite taken with you. I...uh...I realise now that I was far more interested in her company this eve then she was with mine, always looking through me. I can only deduce from the events just before that she must have been looking at you.” He smiled then, just a small self-deprecating thing.

“I feel like a right sarding idiot to be frank.”
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Caius blew up. There was no better way to describe it. His temper - always so ready to burst out above the surface - was let loose, the Gawyne throwing angry words at his partner. Valeria was left in an uncomfortable position in the middle, knowing that she could say nothing to turn the tide and that it wasn't her place. At the same time, she knew that it was her fault. Perhaps this was the first true spat that they'd had and it was all as a result of her actions. If the blonde hadn't danced with him so familiarly, if she hadn't had so much to drink... It could all be traced back to one awful mistake after another, a whole series of awful decisions that had led to this moment and worse still, had rubbed off on someone else. If she could just go back to the moment when she'd received the letter from her parents about needing to have a suitor by Saun, the letter that had set off the whole unfortunate chain reaction, there was so much she'd do differently. Alas, she couldn't.

When her friend left, she wasn't entirely sure how to approach the Venora who was obviously quite distraught and understandably so. However, coming from her, she felt that nothing she could say or do would seem particularly comforting. Maybe she could shrink away, blend in with the couch upon which she sat and be effectively forgotten. Better forgotten than slapped across the face or railed at by the other woman. Instead, she began to apologise as if Valeria was the victim in this situation. When she plopped down beside the Burhan, she had to do something and so she put a comforting arm around her companion's shoulders, letting her talk while she considered what to say.

Jealousy wasn't something that the noblewoman had ever experienced. She'd never held an attraction for anyone like that and in any case, it was more to do with love, wasn't it? Love wasn't even something that the girl believed in so she didn't think that it was possible for her to feel it. She'd never been possessive of any person, man or woman, so she wouldn't be jealous for that reason either. However, she knew how Caius had talked about Darcy, knew something of the emotional connection secondhand and right now, she was seeing it again with this woman. The blonde might not have experienced it firsthand but she could sympathise with her. One phrase stuck out to her though: previous feelings.

"Darcy, this isn't your fault, it really isn't. I'm in the wrong here, not you," Valeria murmured, moving herself closer to her, almost leaning her head on the other's shoulder. "I don't understand jealousy, I've never felt it, but there's never been anything between myself and Caius like that. Maybe you won't believe me or you won't like to hear it but... he didn't have feelings for me and I certainly never had feelings for him. We've been friends since we were both teenagers, we've only ever been friends. We were friends who had sex but we were never more than friends, not like that," she admitted, feeling that Caius' girlfriend needed to know that much. If there was a way to avoid saying it then she would have taken it but she felt that that wasn't possible right now.

"I'll be fine, Darcy. My body's been through a lot over the arcs so it isn't like it's completely useless. I'll definitely get rid of this corset though, completely. I wouldn't say no to an opportunity to stay here tonight though. Just in case," she added, straightening and brushing hair out of her face; she kept a hand on the Venora's shoulder though.

"Look, about Caius. I'm sorry for any rumours that I've started with my actions but you know how sarding boring things are for that lot, they'll jump on anything and they always manage to find plenty of nothings to make something out of. I'm sorry for it but trust me when I say that you've absolutely nothing to worry about, either from me or any other woman," she explained. The Burhan was growing dangerously close to breaking her promise to the Gawyne but she couldn't say nothing, especially if she managed to break whatever was between them because of her own stupid and thoughtless actions.

"He cares about you a lot, Darcy, and I think you know that. You obviously care for him or you wouldn't feel the way you do right now. Trust me: he hasn't got eyes for any other woman."
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Once far enough away from the sitting room and the two women, Caius felt as though he could finally breathe. He exhaled slowly, clearing his head of the clamoring thoughts that filled it while walking next to Ser Haywood and attempting not to judge him too harshly, both selfishly aware of how attractive Darcyanna Venora was as well as just how much of an idiot she turned him into when in her presence,

"Actually, he's not a friend. I'd like to file a formal complaint against him. I caught him on the streets of Midtown several trials ago beating someone else's slave while off duty, some sarding late hour on my way home from working at the Rynmere Gazette. You'll have to share his superior's name with me so that I can do so—if you don't mind, of course."

The young Gawyne was genuine, remembering Rat's bloodied visage sharply for that moment, almost as sharply as he remembered the young Lotharro's words—Rupturer—when he spoke of the attempted murder of an actress from the theatre the slave was indentured as a stagehand at. The thought of mages and magic quickened his pulse and caused his thoughts to drift for a very heated, fiery trill or two, hands curling into fists before Bram spoke up again, tearing his thoughts away from sights and sounds that were burned forever into his memories,

"What? No—" Caius slowed his steps and exhaled, raising a hand to run ink-stained fingers up over his face and curling them roughly into his unkempt hair, "—I'm the idiot here. The sarding arsehole. Not you, Ser Haywood. This surely falls on my shoulders, all of the stupid that just unraveled into a mess."

His shoulders sagged and he glanced behind them both down the hall as if he considered walking back, as if he was aware that he owed both women an apology all of the sudden now that he'd had a moment to calm down from the entire situation. The din of quiet conversation that filled the hall washed over him and he brought a pale, silvery gaze back to the young Knight,

"Darcyanna and I are courting, yes, and why Valeria—Lady Burhan—and I are childhood friends, it was I who made the mistake of not setting clearer boundaries between her and myself while dancing." There. That wasn't so hard to say out loud, was it? It had been, just bits ago, in front of Valeria and Darcy. They weren't here to hear the truth, to hear his sincerity. His audience of one wasn't even someone who he'd really hurt in the process. Chagrined, the northern noble added quietly, unable to resist soothing his own hurt with a little tease, "I will surely pay the price for that. As for Lady Venora looking at me the whole time you two were dancing? By the Fates, yes, she sarding was. Of course!"

Caius' smile bordered on the wicked, gloating, and very self aware of the relationship he now had with the delicate pianist, the warmth of his true affection for her filling his tone with honesty and pride,

"I'm sorry. That was, well, rude of me—" He chuckled anyway, too-warm hands finding their way back to the pockets of his fine House-violet velvet jacket and watching the other man's expressions carefully, willing himself not to gloat too much over the woman he'd all but proposed to, aware that he'd hurt her feelings despite himself, "—Anyway, I apologize for the confusion, Ser. All of it."
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Darcyanna winced at the honest words, unable to stop the imagined image of Valeria and Caius together flashing for a trill in her mind, but feeling comforted none the less. Leaning a little into the woman’s hug, she nodded a little, looking down at her hands with stormy eyes threatening proper tears.

“I know, I know. I just...I wish I could be like that you know? That I could just be so confident in myself, in us, that none of...this...affected me. It’s been hard enough to just have the strength to...” Swallowing her words, the pianist smiled again.

“Nevermind.” Using the pads of her thumbs, the blonde tried to clear away her unfallen tears with a small chuckle, nodding at the Burhans request.

“Of course Valeria. I’m sure Jirelle can find you a room if required.” She couldn’t resist a proper laugh as Valeria pointed out the pettiness of the nobility contained in Notrerevé’s walls this eve.

“Oh you’re not wrong there! Sarding rumour mongers. It’s fine, we know the truth of it. I’m sure Caius will find it amusing too...” Her smile faded a little, glancing at the door that he had abruptly exited from, before blushing as she turned back to the blonde.

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

In the Hall, as they walked, Bram raised his eyebrows in surprise before nodding in an entirely professional manner.

“Unacceptable behaviour. No question about it. I’ll find who it is and send you word as soon as possible my Lord.” Slowing as Caius did, the young knight tilted his head with a strange smile, unable to see where in the puzzle the Gawyne was the fool here. He had the money, the title, the girl...it was hard to see what the problem was here. Glancing back down the hallway as the northern man did, Ser Haywood made a face of sudden understanding and a small sound of empathy. Women were, at the best of times, curiously difficult creatures to read. Before he could comment however, Caius was already rather firmly confirming that Darcyanna Venora was very much giving him the attention he deserved.

“Of course, my Lord Gawyne. It was...I just...” The dark man flushed darker still, unsure how to react. At the apology, he placed a hand on his chest and bowed deeply.

“Please, again, no need for apologies. Affairs of the heart are....delicate things.” He said tactfully, feeling extremely awkward receiving the Lord’s apologies.

If they continued to walk, whatever the case may be, the evening would surely sort itself out. These things had a way of doing so.

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Name: Caius Gawyne

Skill Knowledge:
Detection: Straining to hear what you want over conversation
Detection: Signs of alcohol intoxication
Detection: Making eye contact in a crowd
Dancing: Keeping step with an intoxicated partner
Dancing: Feeling the music even when you don't
Discipline: Knowing when to step out of conversation
Psychology: Too many women, only one conscience
Psychology: Jealousy
Sociology: Admitting you can't say anything nice
Rhetoric: Crushing a suitor's dreams
Rhetoric: Claiming what's yours

Non-Skill Knowledge:
Valeria Burhan: Fainted while dancing with you
Valeria Burhan: Committed to fashion
Valeria Burhan: Uncomplicated friendship, complicated situation
Darcyanna Venora: Has a jealous streak
Darcyanna Venora: Danced with Bram Hayward
NPC: Bram Hayward: Moseke Knight
Bram Hayward: Had eyes on yo' girl
Bram Hayward: Not a bad guy, actually

Loot: N/A
Injuries: N/A
Renown: 5 points for causing drama, drama, drama in front of a room of nobility and the like!

Points: 15
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Name: Darcyanna Venora

Skill Knowledge:
Detection: Finding your target in a crowd
Dancing: One-two step
Sociology: There’s more than one way to be rude
Sociology: Feeling feels that suck
Politics: Navigating an awkward situation
Leadership: Issuing orders
Medicine: Finding the source of the problem

Non-Skill Knowledge:
Caius Gawyne: Slept with Valeria a while before you met
Caius Gawyne: Isn’t very good at handling your new feelings
Caius Gawyne: Doesn’t do well against two women’s wrath
Valeria Burhan: Is an old friend of Caius’
Valeria Burhan: Slept with Caius a while before you met
Valeria Burhan: Wears corsets

Loot: N/A
Injuries: Only emotional.
Renown: 5 points for causing drama, drama, drama in front of a room of nobility and the like!

Points: 15
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Name: Valeria Burhan

Skill Knowledge:
Detection: Spotting when your presence is unwanted
Persuasion: Sometimes honesty is the best policy
Dancing: Swaying to music
Rhetoric: Comfortable banter
Politics: Good looks can help you catch the right eyes
Endurance: Pulling yourself together after fainting
Politics: Being diplomatic in rocky situations
Detection: Spotting couple trouble
Intimidation: Flinging objects at your target to bolster a verbal threat
Rhetoric: Providing comfort

Non-Skill Knowledge:
Caius Gawyne: Fainted in his arms at the gala
Fainting in public: Humiliation that can't be lived down - ever!
Darcyanna Venora: Helped you when you fainted at the gala
Ser Haywood (NPC): Helped you when you fainted at the gala
Darcyanna Venora: Suspicious of your past with Caius
Darcyanna Venora: The jealous type
Darcyanna Venora: Insecure in her relationship with Caius

Loot: N/A
Injuries: Bruising, lots and lots of bruising. There is potential for a cracked rib, which would be one of the low "floating" ribs. Mainly lots and lots of bruising on her torso though. The fluid thing passes with a few good coughing spells. All the same, it'll probably stick with her for a trial or two.
Renown: 5 points for causing drama, drama, drama in front of a room of nobility and the like!
Points: 15
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Comments: Dramaaaaaaaaaa!!! Oh man, this thread was rife with drama and romantic misadventure. I really enjoy the dynamic between Darcy, Caius, and Valeria. The history of (sexy) friendship that Caius and Valeria bring to the table vs. the romance between Caius and Darcy were really on display in this thread, and it was such fun to read - even through the painful moments of wondering why on earth people who love each other don't just say it! I loved the subtle game playing, and I thought this was a great example of noble politics. Thank you all so, so much for your wonderful patience with this review. It took me far too long to finish reviewing this thread, and I appreciate your goodwill and understanding. I look forward to reading more about the evolution of all three of your characters!

If you feel I've missed anything or if you have questions about your review, please don't hesitate to send me a quick PM. Thanks!
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