When Kia and Cal decide To Do Things

[unicornered]

[ it figures, that even with Break's (long-awaited) willingness to engage in a dance with his mistress, something would still manage to cut the lesson short. And it wasn't him stomping on her feet or refusing to let the instructions stick, but something bigger. Much more catastrophic.

Well, Sharon had decided. She wasn't going to let that single aspect of that night be colored with unsavory memories. Those she would not soon forget, but today, she'd rather not dwell on them. She wouldn't think, similarly, of her lack of finery, that Break's hair was likely to be its usual wild mess. The memory of a dance, fulfilled, was what she sought, and Break was going to help her obtain it, whether he liked it or not.

So she waits in the drawing room, furniture subtly moved aside to clear a decently-sized space, a chair left near the door in case the sudden shift threw off Break's balance-- though she expected he'd navigate himself just fine.

And she continues to wait. Unseen beneath her skirts, one foot taps. ]

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[unicornered]

[ she shakes out her skirts, letting them fall smoothly before she answers. ]

No cream today, I think.

[charientisms]

[And he merely offers a simple bow, eyes closing briefly.]

As you wish.

[And then he will leave, walking out of the room and breaking the spell that had been laid by the strange ritual they'd taken part in.

But it mattered little that it'd been broken, because despite everything, it seemed the feeling would linger.]