FAWLEY

eloise  wasn’t  exactly  thrilled when  mr.  and  mrs.  greengrass  had  volunteered  their  daughter  to  attend  the  pureblood  event  that  evening  .  they  claimed  that  they  were concerned  for  her  image , as her  number  of  appearances  was  seriously  lacking  compared  to  the  other  children  in their  social  circle .  so t here  she  was  ,  bored  out  of  her  god  damn  mind  ,  wishing  she  was  anywhere  but  here . thankfully , she  knew  how  to  converse  with  the  crowd ,  had  her  whole  spiel ( even  approved  by  her  mother ! ) prepared  if  the  conversation  ever  shifted  to  her . but  explaining  her  current  situation  over  and  over  again  was  only  so  stimulating  . she  was  just  about  to  sneak  off  to  the  bathroom  when  kiera  arrives  , the  same  fake  smile  plastered  across her  lips  once  more  . “of  course . how  are  you  this  evening  ,  mrs .  fawley ? is  your  husband here  as  well ?”

      a few simple milliseconds in and kiera was bored, her eyes preoccupied with the passing tray of drinks ( lithe fingers plucking one off for her to sip on gently ) rather than engaged in the conversation she herself had started. she was desperate for her husband to join, to pick up the beats of silence that she left hovering in between the guests, but something told her he was still a while away. she would have to endure SMALL TALK for a little while longer, despite the way her body ached to escape the meaningless pleasantries.   ❛  i’m quite well, thank you. unfortunately tristan won’t be joining us until later, but he passes on his regards.  ❜   allowing a blanket of silence to fall over the pair for a moment, kiera took a slow sip from her glass before continuing.   ❛  i didn’t expect to see you here this evening, miss. greengrass. have you been well ?  ❜

[ 8:28 pm ] rita >>> kiera : hmmm, well. you can keep ME if you buy me nice things. [ 8:28 pm ] rita >>> kiera : how’s that for an emotional release?

“kiera.” lucius smiled at the other, surprised that she was addressing him in the first place. “how nice to see you.” he wasn’t a FOOL — he was all too aware that their friendship was no longer what it once had been. there had never been an official rupture, or something to break their friendship, but the distance was there, as if it had grown and festered over the years. whatever it was, it had never been addressed specifically, and so lucius chose to ignore it. pretending nothing had happened was his specialty, after all, with him being fluent in lies and feigned politeness. “oh, it’s been wonderful! to see constance get married … it’s quite special.” he thought of his cousin, marrying another woman — it was quite the controversy, of course, but him supporting it openly just made him look good. “and the champagne is phenomenal. how has it been for you?”

[ 8:14 pm ] rita >>> kiera : want an emotional release? buy me something shiny. ; )

                              INTRODUCING KIERA FAWLEY → 2018 muggle edition

rich. entitled. clinically depressed.