#*event: 32

breathless after a dance with a charming icelandic duke, ariel found reprieve in a champagne glass that she downed in almost one go - before letting her eyes fall onto the figure standing innocently enough on the other side of the bar. “beau!” an inquiry for a dance might not be appropriate, given the recent circumstances in brussels and the lingering memory of the last time they had took a turn on a dance floor. her mind whirred with excuses as she traipsed her way to his side. “are you drinking? i think i could use some fresh air, how does a cigarette sound?” ( @beaudebelgique​ ) 

“i’m glad you’re finally here- i follow one of your fan accounts from ig, y’know, the one that catalogues all your outfits? you looked so pretty during that visit to the new institute for cancer research!” naysayers could fault ines for looking quite so good while visiting people in the hospital, but could she really be blamed for her genes? ariel clutched at her friend’s arm as she grinned brightly. “what’s new with you? of course everyone’s been saying that you stayed behind because you’re pregnant, but they’ll be eating their words now!”  ( @inescroy​ )