Cori would be a good sport for that occasion, Porphyria was sure. Shalott would too, of course; and the boys, if they promised to behave; Christabel was the most dubious invite of her own siblings, if her most sensible sister even wanted to come - that, she supposed, would depend on how generous Phyri was feeling on the day.
It was not far off, though, admittedly. Best that she did plan a little for it in advance. For nothing would get in her way about this, nothing.
Least of all being smitten. Phyri stared at her sister, nonplussed, for a long moment, and then spluttered into riotous laughter, draping herself half off the bed in her incredulousness, at the very humour of the suggestion. All her family knew this quite well, her family and her friends to boot, so of course Lycoris wasn't being serious. "The marriage bed!" She scoffed, clutching at her chest at the madness of the idea. She may have already come closer than she had meant to a man at all (not by choice, obviously) but even that was less far-fetched than marriage. To sell herself willingly into imprisonment to anyone! Even if she did find herself... smitten - even if she met the most astonishing love of her life - ha! She'd not marry them. Not for the world. "Come now, one doesn't have to be a Seer to be sure that's not going to happen," Porphyria chided, teasingly wagging a finger at Cori's tarot cards, like they might dare to disagree. Nothing the likes of Miss Valentine could predict would put a dent in that fact.
It was not far off, though, admittedly. Best that she did plan a little for it in advance. For nothing would get in her way about this, nothing.
Least of all being smitten. Phyri stared at her sister, nonplussed, for a long moment, and then spluttered into riotous laughter, draping herself half off the bed in her incredulousness, at the very humour of the suggestion. All her family knew this quite well, her family and her friends to boot, so of course Lycoris wasn't being serious. "The marriage bed!" She scoffed, clutching at her chest at the madness of the idea. She may have already come closer than she had meant to a man at all (not by choice, obviously) but even that was less far-fetched than marriage. To sell herself willingly into imprisonment to anyone! Even if she did find herself... smitten - even if she met the most astonishing love of her life - ha! She'd not marry them. Not for the world. "Come now, one doesn't have to be a Seer to be sure that's not going to happen," Porphyria chided, teasingly wagging a finger at Cori's tarot cards, like they might dare to disagree. Nothing the likes of Miss Valentine could predict would put a dent in that fact.
a sublime set by Lady! <3