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Post by beckett on Nov 1, 2007 18:57:26 GMT
:: When Lord Beckett came at the end of the piece of Bach, it did it looking at the lady, looked at her with intensity, with a burning intensity, the ice in his eyes also could be burning hot. His fingers stopped, the eyes stopped in the keyboard of the pianoforte and hill hearing the last chord full of pleasure then to hear the applauses of all his listeners. Cutler Beckett, smiled with certain pride, perhaps with certain reservation to the guests. Only an elegant inclination got up and did, and without saying anything more, dedicating him two ladies that it had received his attention, it went out to the balcony to rapid step, it was a little oppressed because so much hypocrisy was smelling::
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Post by Ace on Nov 1, 2007 19:02:33 GMT
The music started again and the couples went back to dancing. Soon though Lilyanne apologised to Groves and told him that she needed air. He offered to come along with her, but she politely declined. She thanked him for the dance and retreated towards the drinks. She took two glasses of champagne and followed Lord Beckett to the balcony, discreetly.
"My lord" she said, offering him the other glass. "You played beautifully." She smiled somewhat shyly at him, remembering her own abandon.
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Post by Devyn on Nov 1, 2007 19:09:11 GMT
Devyn cast her dark eyes around the room, never stopping too long on one person, for the fear she'd meet a man's eyes and have to dance-- oh, dancing was not something that she could even pretend to do. Never raised a lady left no ample time to learn to dance-- far mor important in her word, was the knowledge of sword fighting and sailing. Dancing was for ladies. The boring, posh ladies, as she rather liked to describe them.
Her eyes caught on an expensive looking vase as decoration on one of the side tables. She tilted her head to the side slightly, her eyes flashing with mischeif as she plugged the whereabouts and size of the vase. No use stealing something unless you know when to get it and how to get it out without being caught.
Never to get caught.
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Post by beckett on Nov 1, 2007 19:25:29 GMT
:: Lord Beckett when it heard the remembered voice of the lady with which yesterday the delightful drank tea and enjoyed his company, it closed the eyes before turning to look at her and smiled:: " I know that earlier or later you were going to come to meet me, Lady Lilyanne ":: He was turned and looked at her behind his mask, his emotions and feelings were secret after the mask, only a naughty smile appeared in his sensual lips and accepting of his delicate hand the glass of champagne::
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Post by Ace on Nov 1, 2007 19:32:44 GMT
Her mask hid her blush when his hand touched hers like a butterfly as he took the glass. Her mask and the dusk that fallen. In her mind images of yesterday flashed through and her blush deepened, she hoped that his lordship wouldn't notice. "My lord, you know as well as I do that I just had to" she was pleased that her voice wasn't trembling. And for once she was the one that took a step back, embarrased at her reaction to his touch.
Devyn's plans went unnoticed by the couple in the balcony.
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Post by Devyn on Nov 1, 2007 19:38:29 GMT
Devyn smirked a bit when she spotted a man across the room coming towards her-- no doubt looking for a dance. She slipped back into the crowd of people, seemingly disappearing. She was good at that. Very good at that, she'd been doing it most of her life actually.
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Post by Ace on Nov 1, 2007 20:10:20 GMT
Hoping that Lord Beckett would say something she turned slightly aside so she could see him and at the same time watch people inside. She saw the lady from earlier, the one that she had a mental note about. She smiled slightly as noticed her disappearing from the eyes of a gentleman who had probably wanted to ask her for a dance. But however that lady had not disappeared from her sight. Lilyanne watched her watch around.
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Post by beckett on Nov 1, 2007 20:29:51 GMT
:: Lord Beckett saw the reaction that he had on her and he could not avoid him to smile with certain pleasure thinking that she was a prey so easy to catch and he was a hunter so difficult to capture. It saw as his pale cheeks, beautiful and soft they were covered of color but he feelt her nervous. Looked as his blue eyes was moving towards all the sides under his mask:: "My lady, are you good?, I feel you a little nervous. I hope that it should not be for my fault....
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Post by Ace on Nov 1, 2007 20:44:12 GMT
She turned her head slowly to him and saw that hint of smile still remaining in his cool features. So he had caught her reaction, not good. "Yes milord I am fine. I might be getting a bit drunk though. I have to watch my drinking from now on." She said smiling. "And no my lord, you do not make me nervous. I am just a bit over excited... I love balls."She told him giddily. Her eyes dancing with laughter.
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Post by beckett on Nov 1, 2007 20:52:59 GMT
" I hope that a carriage should not take her to his house drunk by the champagne, my lady ":: One will sting smile showed in his lips while it was taking the glass to them to prove the delightful drink. The bubbles of the frothy champagne there tickled him in his tongue, something that made him in a few seconds lick his lips.
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