Anthony Alderton: Sun God. It was a good look on him, really. The masque he’d chosen had really set the tone for the evening, its light colors bleeding into his champagne-colored attire. Every aspect of the gentleman’s look was light and airy. His waistcoat even had little rays, like sunbeams, littered across it: a detail that only those close enough physically may notice. Anthony was not ostentatious about costumes, or themed events for the most part, but he was a good sport. He liked to put forth at least a little effort.
On this particular evening, as he gently shepherded Miss Sophia Voss forward, the brunette was surprised by the house elf offering potions outside the event. His question was a touch sillier than Sophia’s and with a laugh, Anthony appraised the elf. Would you rather speak in riddles or rhymes for the rest of your life? “Rhymes,” he responded unabashedly. “Much easier to communicate, and I can drive my loved ones bananas.” Beside him Sophia rolled her eyes and Anthony laughed again, accepting the potion from the elf. Slinging it back, he was surprised by how bitter it tasted. With a cough, Anthony entered the house and followed Sophia as she made her way along. He kept an eye out for his mother and Tillie, unsure how the pair had decided to dress.
For the first portion of the evening, Anthony played a few hands of cards - watching on in amusement as the lovely Ms. Voss utterly trumped the table with her whiles - but soon growing bored, the gentleman excused himself. He was feeling something tug at the innermost desire in his gut, something cold and slightly chilly. He was… lonely, in his way, and for the first time in awhile Anthony felt himself craving the comfort and familiarity of his family.
It wasn’t a feeling the eldest often indulged, this nagging guilt that he didn’t spend enough time with them. Lucy was married, Tillie now debuted… Slowly the whole of the household was growing up, moving up and out, and Anthony had missed a great deal over the past few years. Even Archie, who’d once been glued to his leg, seemed perfectly happy to ignore him most days. His most recent efforts to bridge the gap had been focused upon Tillie. If he could be there for her, to chaperone and guide, perhaps she might forgive him one day for being so absent.
As he meandered about in search of his baby sister, Anthony poked his head into a rather darker room: foggy and dimly lit. He balked at the idea of ever finding Tillie in here. Merlin above, he hoped the newly minted debutant had no intention of inciting scandal! He didn’t know of any gentleman she might have drawn a fancy to, at least not recently, but it wasn’t like she was forthcoming or he was around enough to really notice. Another pang of guilt hit the brunette and Anthony felt a desire to engulf Tillie in the biggest of bear hugs welling up from within. He hadn’t been paying particular attention to his surroundings until someone launched almost entirely into his chest. Catching the small, feminine form - reactively more than consciously - Anthony blinked down into a covered face. She was pretty, from what he could tell, and unfamiliar if the red-hair was any indication.
“Went?” The brunette asked, dumbly. Oh. Something must have startled her into him then. Anthony peered at the ground around them, a light fog covering the floor preventing much disclosure. He shrugged a little sheepishly. “I didn’t notice,” the man admitted. “But there seems to be nothing lingering about now.”
On this particular evening, as he gently shepherded Miss Sophia Voss forward, the brunette was surprised by the house elf offering potions outside the event. His question was a touch sillier than Sophia’s and with a laugh, Anthony appraised the elf. Would you rather speak in riddles or rhymes for the rest of your life? “Rhymes,” he responded unabashedly. “Much easier to communicate, and I can drive my loved ones bananas.” Beside him Sophia rolled her eyes and Anthony laughed again, accepting the potion from the elf. Slinging it back, he was surprised by how bitter it tasted. With a cough, Anthony entered the house and followed Sophia as she made her way along. He kept an eye out for his mother and Tillie, unsure how the pair had decided to dress.
For the first portion of the evening, Anthony played a few hands of cards - watching on in amusement as the lovely Ms. Voss utterly trumped the table with her whiles - but soon growing bored, the gentleman excused himself. He was feeling something tug at the innermost desire in his gut, something cold and slightly chilly. He was… lonely, in his way, and for the first time in awhile Anthony felt himself craving the comfort and familiarity of his family.
It wasn’t a feeling the eldest often indulged, this nagging guilt that he didn’t spend enough time with them. Lucy was married, Tillie now debuted… Slowly the whole of the household was growing up, moving up and out, and Anthony had missed a great deal over the past few years. Even Archie, who’d once been glued to his leg, seemed perfectly happy to ignore him most days. His most recent efforts to bridge the gap had been focused upon Tillie. If he could be there for her, to chaperone and guide, perhaps she might forgive him one day for being so absent.
As he meandered about in search of his baby sister, Anthony poked his head into a rather darker room: foggy and dimly lit. He balked at the idea of ever finding Tillie in here. Merlin above, he hoped the newly minted debutant had no intention of inciting scandal! He didn’t know of any gentleman she might have drawn a fancy to, at least not recently, but it wasn’t like she was forthcoming or he was around enough to really notice. Another pang of guilt hit the brunette and Anthony felt a desire to engulf Tillie in the biggest of bear hugs welling up from within. He hadn’t been paying particular attention to his surroundings until someone launched almost entirely into his chest. Catching the small, feminine form - reactively more than consciously - Anthony blinked down into a covered face. She was pretty, from what he could tell, and unfamiliar if the red-hair was any indication.
“Went?” The brunette asked, dumbly. Oh. Something must have startled her into him then. Anthony peered at the ground around them, a light fog covering the floor preventing much disclosure. He shrugged a little sheepishly. “I didn’t notice,” the man admitted. “But there seems to be nothing lingering about now.”