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The city looks different by daylight, though still dull from thick fog. But the town house they are approaching is very different from the dark, ramshackle area they had been in the night before.
Havelock looks oddly at home in this wealthy-looking area. Though he does tend to fit in most places.
Usually by being completely out of sight, but still.
Havelock looks oddly at home in this wealthy-looking area. Though he does tend to fit in most places.
Usually by being completely out of sight, but still.
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Date: 2005-10-12 06:36 pm (UTC)From:"Did I mention how terribly excited I am?"
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Date: 2005-10-13 01:50 pm (UTC)From:You know, a while being the last ten minutes.
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Date: 2005-10-13 02:38 pm (UTC)From:"Well," he says, lashes fluttering, "I am."
Still.
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Date: 2005-10-13 02:45 pm (UTC)From:He's not entirely sure a Puck who didn't want to be there would be quite safe.
And after all, he's rather fond of his aunt.
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Date: 2005-10-13 04:12 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 04:27 pm (UTC)From:"She is a great deal more sensible than she first appears," he says finally.
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Date: 2005-10-13 05:18 pm (UTC)From:... Maybe.
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Date: 2005-10-13 05:41 pm (UTC)From:"Then you are sure to get on."
It's not wishful thinking. Shh.
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Date: 2005-10-13 05:44 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 06:20 pm (UTC)From:"Ah, Master Havelock. Madam Roberta is expecting you."
Havelock nods politely to him as if he does this all the time. He doesn't, as a matter of fact. Usually he comes in through the window in the dead of night, or more usually, comes nowhere near the house at all.
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Date: 2005-10-13 06:53 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 07:33 pm (UTC)From:Fortunately, Puck can see the direction to go in by the startled young maid hastily pulling open the double-doors of a large room a little ahead of them.
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Date: 2005-10-13 07:36 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 07:53 pm (UTC)From:Further into the room, a woman dressed in vivid purple silk sits with casual elegance on a couch, regarding Puck and Havelock with a vaguely interested smile.
"Good morning, Havelock," she says.
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Date: 2005-10-13 08:37 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 08:50 pm (UTC)From:"I haven't seen you in some time. Come sit by your Aunt and introduce your young man."
Though he does not sit, Havelock turns immediately to Puck. "Puck, this is my maternal Aunt, Madam Roberta Meserole."
The woman in purple extends a hand, charming smile never wavering. Her gaze, however, is remarkably steady and strangely assessing.
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Date: 2005-10-14 12:20 pm (UTC)From:Puck smiles back guilelessly and takes her hand in his own, bringing it to his lips for a genteel and wholly appropriate kiss.
No, really.
"Madam, I am simply enchanted," he says. "Havelock's told me so much about you."
If by so much, it is understood that he means "marginally more than he's told me about anyone else."
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Date: 2005-10-14 02:19 pm (UTC)From:Madam raises her eyebrow at Havelock. "Nothing indiscreet, I hope."
Her nephew glances at her.
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Date: 2005-10-14 03:09 pm (UTC)From:"Oh, now, would he really have told me anything that was less than complimentary?"
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Date: 2005-10-14 03:35 pm (UTC)From:Madam waves a hand as though Havelock's opinion on what he might have said is now unimportant.
"No matter, I suppose. Champagne, either of you?"
Havelock, still standing, shakes his head. Madam appears less than surprised, but gestures for Puck to take a seat, if he would like.
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Date: 2005-10-14 05:07 pm (UTC)From:"Champagne's lovely, I think," he says. "Terribly kind of you."
He does, however, have the faint suspicion that were he anyone else, he would be needing to keep his wits about him.
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Date: 2005-10-14 05:18 pm (UTC)From:She pours two glasses with an impressive degree of professionalism.
"Not at all. I get to meet so few of Havelock's friends."
The assassin in question is apparently examining the lock on the window.
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Date: 2005-10-14 05:22 pm (UTC)From:He rallies quickly as he accepts his drink, laughing and saying, "What a shame! Well, I hope I shall suffice."
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Date: 2005-10-14 05:29 pm (UTC)From:"Havelock? Are you determined to be antisocial?"
He doesn't even look around, but his voice is the epitome of politeness. "That might be a matter of opinion, Aunt."
Madam shakes her head and takes a sip of champagne. "Is he like this with you too?" she asks the fae.
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Date: 2005-10-14 05:44 pm (UTC)From:"I am afraid so," he admits. "There are often long evenings with nary a word passed between us."
Interpret as you will.