In his extensive travels, Alan managed to keep the corners of these lavish soirees the upper crust was so fond of organizing what seemed to be once every other week to the modest physician. He was accustomed to attending American dining parties and the like back home, but Dr. McMichael had never seen the equal of the gathering he found himself swept up in tonight. For a moment, he had second thoughts about refraining from slipping out the side door and back to his quaint hotel room.·
Few of the gentlemen struck up light conversation with him. He suspected it was to deem the reason he was here in the first place, matching a good percent of Alan’s own wondering as well. Claiming a flute from a passing tray in a swift motion, Alan occupied himself with long sips now and then as he wandered around from small talks to small talks throughout the many distinguished guests.·
♛ | ❛ —————– SOIREES WERE OFTEN FREQUENTED AS immortality slowly grew tedious, NUMBNESS settling deep beneath her flesh. brimming with DEATH, she craved thriving life & all of its attention. her most recent endeavor had left her a COUNTESS, her poor husband falling ill only a year after vows had been exchanged. FREEDOM though had been fleeting as her attentions fell upon the mysterious Baronet whom she had married only months later which was the spark to create the whirlwinds of her hurricane. the inhabitants of Allerdale Hall were caught in the eye of her storm, one only able to survive by the grace of her MAGIC & DESIRE for his company.
SCARLET-STAINED, the couple emerged to DEVOUR & DESTROY, their hunting grounds the grand parties the upper crust often held. with her magnetism & his rampant dark allure, a wide net was cast, awaiting the pray that would stumble blindly to their doom. laughter & clinking glassware joined the musical accompaniment of the evening, viridian irises perusing the guests, allowing them to settle on the American physician. handsome as the gaggle of women surrounding her murmured about his physique & rustic yet refined nature.
❛ !!——— oh! ❜
her approach was simplistic, svelte frame weaving through crowd, appearing distracted, only to ‘collide’ with another body & stumble into the arms of the male in her sights. champagne from her crystal flute s p l a s h e d to wet his jacket as she clung to him to keep from growing intimately acquainted with the floor, her ample bosom heaving with each startled breath, all feigned artfully well.
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