#ofravished

( @ofravished — aydin )

lord aydin demir of swansea is a useful face to be seen with, nadir has been told. he could give him a bow. he could then trail behind lord aydin and pretend that they are cut from the same cloth in hopes that someone else may notice him through it. he could also pretend that it isn't sheer shamelessness to be clinging onto the lord's coattails for an ounce of status that means nothing to him.

nadir does one out of the three: a bow long and deep and far too polite for it to be sincere coming from him. aydin knows it just as well as he does, he's certain. the words that tumble out of his mouth only will reaffirm it. "my lord," he starts. it's a greeting that would've been otherwise perfectly gentlemanly if not for the curve of his lips into something much less than it. "has anyone asked for your hand already, i wonder? or asked you to ask for theirs?"

Elaine browsed the various texts at Almon's Books, her arm full of classic texts as well as scientific journals and essays. Her recent conversation with Riley had ignited a new curiosity within her. She had not been able to put down the book the duchess had lent her, and thirsted for more knowledge like a man thirsted for water in the desert.

She pulled another book from the shelf, looking at the first page with a furrowed brow as she assessed if she wanted it or not. When she heard movement near her, her attention was quickly pulled away from the text. She smiled over at them, nodding gently towards the book as she held it up, "Have you read this one? I can't tell if I want it or not."