#or... is it?

“That’s a deadly dagger that lass has a got,” you notes, glaze flickering to the little girl seated on chair close to Count Velianel’s seat, which he had abandoned in favor of conversation across the ballroom. “Is that even allowed in here?” “Well,” your companion says, “that’s the little Countess, isn’t it? If anyone’s allowed, it’s her.” Thought she’s more than several paces away and your conversation is hardly more than a quiet murmur, the little Countess’ head turns in your direction, summer blue eyes piercing in their intensity. She tilts her head, as though asking a question, cut-edge conjured dagger glinting in her hand. (Interestingly enough, you’ve never seen one of that color before. Hers is vibrant—different.)

“Do you think she can hear us?”

Before you can respond, the girl lifts her brows as though saying obviously. 

“Looks like it,” you say, suddenly uncomfortable at being caught staring, and you turn away.

im seeing my uncle again in 2 days so i will try to bring you guys more info 👀 (hopefully some louis news soon but as he told me, Louis pr is centered in Uk :/ so just specific stuff come to the us to be promoted or even just be talked around)

Fill the void that Fine Line left? Louis voice: But what does it meannnn??? YOU'RE KILLING ME I WANT TO KNOWWWWW. But yeah, I don't want your uncle to get in trouble. I'm excited though... 👀

I think for me replying to multiple texts/messages at once is something like...

You start your morning correspondence. Last night you received a very pleasant letter from a friend but as consequence of the late hour and your own languid brain at the time you were unable to pen your response until the morning. Fed and watered you are much better prepared to share with your friend the best of your pith and wit, and as they are a patient soul you know your reply will be much appreciated regardless of delay. You start your letter.

A messenger arrives. He is the footman of an acquaintance from your workplace with some trifling, yet pressing business for you to assess. You allow the fellow inside to take a seat as you peruse this letter (it is as inconsequential as you expect, thought written in anxious tones) and put aside the letter for your friend for a moment, half-written, to start this letter.

A messenger arrives. This one is from your Aunt in Derby who has had numerous complaints of distemper and while she is rarely in grave peril the messenger has a long way to travel, so you set about writing to her as quickly as you can, not so much writing as rewriting those assurances you have given her in the past. You bid the messenger sit down as you write this letter.

A messenger arrives. This one is from your chief creditor. He is much larger, but much terser than all the previous couriers. You have no more chairs. You expedite your work on this particular letter given its crucial role in maintaining your situation.