#facesofcavill

Neither were the lightest on their feet, but she could feel the love between them, and it brought a smile to her soft pink lips. “They look great, don’t they?” She mused to the best man, her de facto date for the evening despite the fact that the two had never met before the rehearsal dinner the day before. Edie pressed the cool glass against the center of her exposed cleavage, sending a pleasant chill down her spine to help the woman cool off in the somewhat stuffy event space. She teased the glass up and down the plunging neckline of her gown idly, leaving droplets of condensation behind on her fair skin. It wasn’t until she glanced up at the best man that she realized exactly what a scene she’d been putting on - and how his eyes were glued to it. A playful smirk found her face.

“Easy, tiger. Keep staring and you might get yourself in trouble.”

(starter for @facesofcavill)

Cheryl hurried down the road labeled Baker Street, marveling at how once again a portal had scooped her out of the year 2022 and landed her in what appeared to be Victorian London.  Hansom carriages and gaslamps all pointed to a year somewhere between 1880 and 1900, but the portal had left her here, and she had to get back.

          “You know you’re about every lawyer’s nightmare, don’t you Mr. Stark?” Giving a shrug, she lifted the glass of whisky towards him. “Yet I’ve never been wooed for a job like this. So, while I can’t give you a proper answer straight away...” She gave a shrug, “I can give you a maybe. For n o w, at least. Keep on with the wooin’, and we’ll see if we can change the maybe into a yes?” She was being cocky, she knew. But how many people could say they were recruited by Tony Stark? Just a handful for sure. Though her strength was criminal law, she couldn’t help but be intrigued by the offer of working for Stark Industries’ legal team. At least for the time being. Like she said, she really hadn’t been wooed for a job like this before. There was no harm in having a little fun, right? Take any opportunities she can get, especially with the man himself. “So, what’s the first step then? I’m starvin’, could do with the nicest cut of steak you can muster if you’re thinkin’ up ideas.”

          “You don’t seem to be enjoyin’ yourself, Mister Holmes,” Faye Brookes uttered from behind her mask. A wry smile coming over her lips, the only part of her face revealed to the famous detective. “Do not tell me my husband and I went to so much trouble only to disappoint you. Is this not worthy of your enjoyment?” Her hand clutched within his in the dance, a chuckle coming forth soon enough as she made a turn in the sway of the music. “Or has your current case made you with such a sour appearance? I hear you have no partner, no doubt the burden weighs heavily on you.” A sigh releases from her, hand smoothing over his arm to his elbow, clutching it slightly. “Stress and pent up frustration mustn’t be good for you... Especially one so brilliant, the most smartest man in this room. Surely above my husband.” A disparaging comment against her oil tycoon husband? Nothing that Liam Jackson hadn’t heard before, their marriage one of convenience, at least on her end. Her family was happy, Faye marrying into a richer family, so she supposed it was the thing to do when he proposed. Yet as her hand lowered upon his arm and fingers interlocked with his, the finest silks may feel lovely against her skin, but the hand of a brilliant, handsome man? Much more appealing, she thought. “And what do you do in those times, Mister Holmes? When the world is too much and the cases seem fruitless... What do you do, to make the world seem peaceful again?”

          “How is it you look so foul and in bad spirit when the woman left with a smile on her face that’ll take decades to wipe off?” The tone jovial, as she wandered into his quarters for the night, still steeped into the bath and her not phased like the other ladies would. To Faye, it mattered not if the men of the Inn were stages of undress or naked as the day they were born. Modesty did little to help pay for her family or her own lodgings, so they may cover her eyes, but not she. Wasting no time, she started to tidy around the room, wrinkling her nose at the state he had already left the chambers and barely the night was over and done with. “I’ll do your bed, now, seems it had quite the use last night. Some of the other girls are still blushin’ ‘bout it.” A quirk of a smile coming through, tugging along the sheets, eyes going toward the fresh bedding set to put on it. “Don’t feel you gotta hinder your bath, though I doubt you will, I’ll just be a minute, so just enjoy yourself. Feel free to leave me somethin’ in the matter of coin, every bit helps.”

"Did you just smack my ass?" Cassia blurted out, turning in the middle of the dark sidewalk to stare at the man that was walking in the opposite direction as her. She had met his eyes for the briefest of moments in passing and then felt a sharp sting up and under her skirt. Like, he took the effort to get under her skirt to actually slap her butt.