|| LOCATION || Outside the Das Residence

Listening to his enthusiasm about traveling warmed her heart. She loved meeting fellow travelers who understood the excitement of engaging with new cultures and customs. Not to mention, it was a wonderful privilege to be able to even consider where to go next.

“Well, you tell me of your times in Persia and I’ll tell you of anywhere you haven’t been. Is that a deal?” Riya stuck her hand out for him to shake, aware it wasn’t exactly a becoming custom here in London. But she found herself not caring.

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Miss Kavika Das...

Mr. Nathaniel Bruce...

She'd sent a note to Tobias about meeting at the bookstore, she'd wanted to check on him, but had been dissuaded from visiting his home. She'd decided that the bookstore was a place where anyone could be found, and it would also be quiet enough for them to talk comfortably amongst themselves. What Lady Whistledown had written about him far outweighed anything she'd insinuated about her, which left her slightly worried. Their friendship was new, but that didn't mean that Catherine wouldn't worry about him.

GUILT WAS A RARE THING TO BE FELT THAT WAS NEVER GIVEN MUCH TIME NOR WAS IT PERMITTED TO TAKE ROOT WHEN THE FEELING BEGAN. Thai time it could be stopped and it was felt after the events near the bonfire. The man that Piet knew in Tobias was not the broken and hurt person witnessed yet there was that so clearly and even the actions of taking a life at a previous event to grant some freedom did not lift the mood of the person Piet cared most for. It was bold and could be idiotic to go to the Thorne house but there was nowhere else that he could find Tobias and had noticed there was not much written about him in the Whistledown pages when normally it was covered with the exploits. Something had changed and Piet knew he was to blame. 

SENDING SOMETHING WITHOUT A NAME ATTACHED TO IT PROVIDED MANY OPPORTUNITIES FOR FUN. Piet was so often comfortable on the sidelines watching society act before a move was made but this night felt different. It could be the extra costume that was hidden away, the excitement of being able to show a little bit of yourself to the world that was normally kept hidden away for safety or it could be watching the person with whom he loved fawn over other men and women. The second his eyes lay upon the costume, Piet knew who it was and knew of the creature that was emulated. A selkie. To the anonymous letter, it took longer than normal at the end due to the scribe not understanding Piet’s natural language. Before it was to be sent, his eyes looked over every word in meticulous detail. 

Stolen from the sea and stolen from people who care for you more than the ones who claim you as their property. A selkie without their pelt, a sea man without his ship. Perhaps tragedy shall come for you no longer and your life be more than this mask you show to the people that stole you. The carefree heir, the man who whores around and repels commitment. Do they know how you begged for it once? Those eyes that have seen storms and blood shed pleaded to remain at the side of one person or is it true what they said and your heartbreak caused you to be this way? 

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