a frenzy of apathy
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- Posted: Thu, 26 Apr 2012 05:36:17 +0000
Vivian had been awake for hours already, rising with the sun to bid a farewell and have a light breakfast with Entienne, the closest girl, or person for that matter, to be considered a lover that Vivian had experienced as of yet. Brief brushes to wrists and the occasional gaze over a tea cup had been the whole of the venture, idle chatter filling in the blanks between the sexual tension. The princess acted calm and collected, of course, but Entienne had not failed to notice the special brooch that pinned the girl's long blonde tresses back in an intricate hairstyle. Dressing to the nines at any hour was usual for Vivian, who was always on display as a member of the royal family and most likely the most openly involved in the court lifestyle. But by adding in the simple yet elegant brooch, smooth polished metal engraved with a stalk of wheat, Entienne had felt special which had been Vivian's goal after all. When that had drawn to a close, Entienne had boldly taken up the princess' hand and ghosted her pale lips against the pulse point, the most intimate of touches they had shared ever.
Even at that moment as Vivian made her way back to the palace grounds, the patch of skin burned with the sensation and blue eyes closed for a moment to recall the look of reeled in desire that the farmer's daughter had shown to her in that brief flash of romance. Heart twinging in her chest, Vivian pursed rouged lips, pondering to herself how she could find such beauty in the simple embroidered frock and natural complexion Entienne had, a far cry from the groomed style of court. But she did not question it further when her heeled travelling boots landed on the solid, polished stone of the main hallway. The staircase was before her and Vivian drew up her long skirt to take the steps with fluid grace, not paying attention as a brunette boy came barreling from the other direction and running straight into her. "Oh!" She exclaimed and the brunette looked up at her with horror, the flush and nervousness reminding her that this was Artemis' servant, Ned or something. He practically squeaked an apology and continued past her. Vivian's annoyance was lost as she mused that Nell must have been terrified of her with how quickly he left, the though bringing an unladylike smirk to her lips.
His appearance brought to mind her brothers and with a sweeping gaze she noted the time on the large clock at the base of the stairs, continuing up the steps and towards her youngest brother's quarters. "Caelan may very well be passed out someplace, god knows if he would wake before noon without help." At her arrival near his rooms, Artemis came into view and she sized the boy up. "Artemis, glad to see you have returned. Surprisingly tidy for some one who has just gone hunting. You will have to tell me your secret sometime, dear." She grinned, looking over her shoulder at his reaction as she moved past him with graceful, measured steps. Vivian had not believed for a moment that Artemis had gone hunting, it was rather unlike him. If, perhaps, he had asked Clayton to accompany him on such an endeavor, Vivian would not have doubted it. More likely that Artemis had taken some time to lose himself in gambling or galavant off with some troubadour. It was not hard to picture the blonde male as flighty and opportunistic.
Due to the fact that Artemis had just exited the room, Vivian did not bother to knock as she entered, eyes catching sight of Caelan sprawled on his bed. "Caelan, quit lazing about." She said bossily, being his older sister and senior to him by five years making her somewhat maternal although she was just as demanding to her older siblings, even Clayton who had every right to be calling the shots. "Have you even packed to leave? There is going to be a masquerade and many, many events. Do you want to go in a bloody shirt?" She sniffed in disapproval of what he was currently in, unconcerned with the blood since she knew Caelan had the common sense to deal with anything drastic or harmful. Bustling about in her dress, she made herself at home, finding clothing she had gotten for him as well as basics, throwing them onto a chair. "Get up, I hear there is plenty of lovely vodka at Regia Pacem from out in the remote villages that was shipped in especially for the festivities. There is some incentive." She called, forcing him into action with a slap to his a**. As quickly as she had come in, she was gone, seeking out maids to make final changes and to pack several items she had forgotten. Skylar had already arrived at the Neutral Grounds and Vivian loathed being one of the last parties to arrive for an event.