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nevermore_pastWho: Greed and Lust [with joint NPC's of Devlin and Stella Moore]
What: A week after the joint wedding to Devlin and Stella, Greed is still not feeling confident in Lust's plan.
When: Winter 1816
Where: Devlin Moore's estate which now houses two sin siblings and a sister.
Warnings: TBD
It had been a week since the wedding. He and Stella moved in to Devlin's estate that Lust had so kindly bargained with him. The place was decked with all the furniture of the time, which was with absurd bright colors and ornate fabrics. The ornaments around the home added more value, showing off Devlin's money which would soon be Greed's. All of it.
They sat in the sitting room after dinner, Devlin and Lust, Stella and a few others that had been invited over. Greed was surprisingly quiet through the dinner, throwing jabs when he could at Devlin, which the idiot still took as a sense of humor. If Greed had been in a different time in his life, he supposed he would have actually liked Devlin. As it was right now Greed was in no place to be generous with his Lust.
Stella squeezed his hand as she took a seat beside him on the love seat. Greed gave her nothing more than a side glance moving his arm away from her to reach for a glass of wine as the servant brought it over. He gave the girl a nod and settled back down. Stella was cute, he got by with pretending, but as the situation was he wasn't sold. She fawned over him, whined, and generally grated on his nerves when it came down to it. He could tolerate her most nights, but his eyes focused on Lust tonight. She'd promised to see him tonight, he hadn't thought that it would be with a large group of people.
Rumors had already started to flare about them, ones that were still too premature to blow out of proportion or for Devlin and his clan to believe it. Greed was the outsider coming in, that always roused attention with socialites. Greed nursed his drink, holding his fingers tightly around the crystal glass as Stella sunk in closer. She at least wanted him to look at her. He hadn't even batted an eyelash in her direction all night. She was starting to think he was displeased, that he'd done something, and she couldn't help throwing politeness out the window. She just wanted to touch him and be near him.
What: A week after the joint wedding to Devlin and Stella, Greed is still not feeling confident in Lust's plan.
When: Winter 1816
Where: Devlin Moore's estate which now houses two sin siblings and a sister.
Warnings: TBD
It had been a week since the wedding. He and Stella moved in to Devlin's estate that Lust had so kindly bargained with him. The place was decked with all the furniture of the time, which was with absurd bright colors and ornate fabrics. The ornaments around the home added more value, showing off Devlin's money which would soon be Greed's. All of it.
They sat in the sitting room after dinner, Devlin and Lust, Stella and a few others that had been invited over. Greed was surprisingly quiet through the dinner, throwing jabs when he could at Devlin, which the idiot still took as a sense of humor. If Greed had been in a different time in his life, he supposed he would have actually liked Devlin. As it was right now Greed was in no place to be generous with his Lust.
Stella squeezed his hand as she took a seat beside him on the love seat. Greed gave her nothing more than a side glance moving his arm away from her to reach for a glass of wine as the servant brought it over. He gave the girl a nod and settled back down. Stella was cute, he got by with pretending, but as the situation was he wasn't sold. She fawned over him, whined, and generally grated on his nerves when it came down to it. He could tolerate her most nights, but his eyes focused on Lust tonight. She'd promised to see him tonight, he hadn't thought that it would be with a large group of people.
Rumors had already started to flare about them, ones that were still too premature to blow out of proportion or for Devlin and his clan to believe it. Greed was the outsider coming in, that always roused attention with socialites. Greed nursed his drink, holding his fingers tightly around the crystal glass as Stella sunk in closer. She at least wanted him to look at her. He hadn't even batted an eyelash in her direction all night. She was starting to think he was displeased, that he'd done something, and she couldn't help throwing politeness out the window. She just wanted to touch him and be near him.
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