#william01

Henry VIII's court was known, in part, for its revelry and pageantry; it was only just that his son's should carry on the tradition. Meg had been to many festivities in her young life, but something changed about them when William became king. The English court was young again, occupied by energetic nobles with a penchant for celebration, many finally free for the grasp of their parents, if only for a while. The courtiers of William III's reign seemed brighter, happier, and more inclined to be merry than even their elders had been...and Meg had heard stories.

This fete, however, was special - it was a true show of the new king's power and influence among his people, unobstructed by the wishes of his uncle and mother, though Meg was certain the Boleyns still snuck their wishes into the king's plans. In any case, she was having a grand time, delighting in the evening's entertainment and not-so-subtly sneaking more sweets under her pale pink sleeves when Princess Elizabeth wasn't looking.

Meg was popping one such sweet between her lips when she turned to find herself face-to-face with the man of the hour himself. "Your Majesty," she greeted him, dipping into a curtsy before the king. "I beg your pardon." Meg offered him a sheepish smile. "You can see that I am enjoying myself, I suppose. This is a wonderful party."

Seth took a moment, exhaling as he downed another drink and let his fingers dance around the drink at the bar. He wanted someone to talk to, maybe a good time depending on how the night went but he’d been stood up and he was alone at the bar hoping for something. Anything. 

And then, maybe trouble? Maybe a good evening. He looked over at the man who’d sat next to him and offered a smile. 

“You, waiting on anyone?” 

“i can feel you staring.” 

there was quite a lot of things that tony wasn’t too big of a fan of - and one of those was minding his own business and having someone stare at him for god knows how long. for the most part, tony had been able to ignore it, but as he stares at the pocket watch given to him swaying back and forth and lightly pushing against the breeze flowing by them, he just can’t seem to ignore it anymore.

tony closes his hands against the pocket watch before he looks over his shoulder to the gentleman standing just a few feet away from him.

It had just been something that Mike hadn’t really bothered to care doing since he arrived in Spirale - looking to see where he’s walking to make sure he doesn’t bump into others. He had made his share of running directly into someone, but he would simply utter an apology with a halfhearted “I’ll look where I’m going next time,” as he continues on his path - and today was no exception.

Mike finds himself colliding into the back of someone far taller than him, hard enough to nearly knock the hat off his head. He had no clue why he bothered to still wear the damn thing in the first place, he was no longer a security guard during his time here. It was the closest thing he has to home, he supposed. He keeps his attention down to the floor below, reaching up to adjust the hat on his head as he lets out a quiet sigh.

“I’m s--” Yet, as he looks up to see who it was he had bumped into, Mike finds his words caught in his throat.

Never in a million years did Mike ever think that he would cross paths with him again. Well - actually, he can take that back. He knew one day it would come eventually, but did he expect it would come this soon? No-- never. For a second, Mike considers stepping back and running as far away as he can in that possible moment, but he’s already bumped into him and his wide blue eyes filled with fear meet those cold-stoned purple irises, and he knows there’s no turning back, now. 

Besides - if he were to even try, he knows that the man in front of him would only track him down and bother him. He didn’t think that he’d be running into him this soon - and the thought was horrifying to him, needless to say.

He knew this day was going to be coming eventually. Was he ready for it-? By god, no. He wasn’t. There was that voice in the back of his mind screaming at him to run away, turn away and never look back - don’t let this man get to you-- but he knows better by now. No matter how hard he’ll try, so long as they’re in the same vicinity, it was bound to happen eventually.

It would be better if he got it over with sooner than later, would it not? With a heavy sigh, Mike pulls his head off to the side and breaks eye contact with the man he had once considered his father, and crosses his arms. He gives his arms a light rub, his heart ever so slightly pounding against his chest as he attempts to speak up and say something, anything.