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| Author: | Athena |
| Summary: | Mordecai and Colson muse on what is in store for them at the Fallons on the carriage ride to the great house. 950~ words. Romantic RP. |
| Rating: | T for Teen |
Chain: Dance Dance Day
Chain: Morson
The carriage conveying the youngest of House Aspenwood is well made and well furnished for exceptional comfort over the roads through Elwynn to the coastline where Fallon House waits for their arrival.
Colson is at simple ease, in his cobalt blue suit with a crisp white shirt and plain dark golden tie. His hair is as neatly brushed as always, in its usual soft wheat blond waves to brush against his collar. His wedding ring is only ornamentation, although he has a pocket watch slipped into a pocket. He doesn't look at it, instead choosing to divide his attention between cursory glances at the landscape outside the carriage window, and gazing adoringly at his husband. He holds Mordecai's hand, and sits close enough to set his leg against Mordecai's in a gentle press.
They are nearing the edge of the forest, having broken away from the main road now to the one that leads to the Fallon's lands, still some time away but growing ever closer.
Mordecai has been on his very best behavior ever since the two of them got dressed. He sits peacefully in the carriage, wearing a new robe - white, embroidered in a diamond pattern with golden thread delicate beading. The collar is high in the back and curves lower in the front. The fabric is unwrinkled - for now. His hair is neatened out - for now, though once the dancing starts it will probably begin the descent into its usual chaos. He makes eye contact with his husband and smiles, bright and excited.
Colson's own smile is a soft glow of a much subdued reflection of Mordecai's enthusiasm. "We should be there not too long from now," Colson says, stroking his thumb gently over Mordecai's knuckles in the shape of a heart.
"Good. That's good. I'm excited." Mordecai bumps his shoulder gently against Colson's. "Aze is going to see how good we've gotten."
Colson nods with a humming sound of agreement. "It will be nice to have enough room to dance freely again. I confess I have missed it, along with so many things of the house."
"Me too," Mordecai whispers. He squeezes Colson's hand gently.
Colson squeezes back, and then raises Mordecai's hand up to his lips for a kiss, his attention on Mordecai like an invisible caress down his cheek to the collar of the robe, and stroking over the other man's more delicate shoulders. "I am glad for the muscle memory and the foreknowledge. I doubt I would be able to pay much attention at all to any instructions, lost in looking at you," Colson says, a light tease of himself in his tone.
Mordecai blushes faintly. "Colson. What if she teaches us something new? You'll have to pay attention at least a little bit."
"Hm." Colson's eyes trace the blush, and he leans his head closer, lips nearer Mordecai's ears. "I will endeavor to pay attention, at least a little bit," he echoes. "I would not mind looking more the fool for a wrong step for the pleasure of watching you more closely than my own steps, but you may trust that when I lead, I will keep you well."
Mordecai smiles and looks a little shyly down at his lap. "I do. I do trust you. But I might still step on your feet."
"I will not mind," Colson says, not for the first time. "I am only made happy with the opportunity to dance with you."
"Who else do you think will be there?" Mordecai asks.
Colson makes a considering hmmm sound, setting their linked hands over his heart. "Lord and Lady Fallon must be there, of course," he says, not entirely correctly, unaware of Avrenne's Get Out Of Dance Jail Free Card. "I believe I remember that she has an adult ward or two who may be in attendance. Aszera, of course. The rest I am not certain of, I confess. As Mother tells it, Duchess Esprit knows a great many people. I believe at least some will be familiar."
Mordecai sighs. "Do you think maybe Sil will be there?" he asks, hopeful. "He's Aze's friend…"
Colson shakes his head. "He is her friend, yes, but he could not attend. Cressidha will not be there either, for even among friends, the possibility for a suggestion of courting when she has him as a suitor would not be a message either would wish to send. She did not attend most social events of this nature when she was engaged to you for the same reason," he says gently.
"Oh." Mordecai processes this. It takes him a minute. "Would she have wanted to? Was I at least a good excuse for her?"
"I believe you were, my angel," Colson says reassuringly. "She wanted most to focus on what was important to her at the time, which was mastering her magic. Social events were distractions from her goal, not wished for breaks of leisure. She did so as much for respect for the engagement as for her own benefit in having it. She bears no resentment for those unattended events."
Mordecai blushes at the nickname, but he seems to relax as Colson confirms that he was useful in his absence somehow. "That's good."
The carriage draws up to Fallon House, as if on cue or controlled by some unseen hand, just a few minutes before the start of the party. Colson's attention is drawn from Mordecai by the sound, and he prepares to let go of Mordecai's hand so he can exit the carriage first, and offer his hand right back for his husband to take when the Fallon servants open the carriage door for them. "Ah, here we are."
It's time for a party.