The Hellfire Club
Who: Ash, Nina, Xellos, Lelouch
Where: Ash's house
When: Wednesday, March 12th, after school
What: Teatime...?
Warnings: Snakes in the Grass
A kettle was on the stove, and a plate of scones was laid out on the table. Ash knew the rules of engagement when it came to social niceties - as a matter of fact, one could say he was a master tactician in the game of graces. Having freshly run a brush through his platinum tresses, he rebuttoned his top in a much more casual fashion. He never felt the need to impress his compatriots, but he still preferred to look in control of things - that seemed to be a common trait among them all. Certainly, Nina rarely allowed herself to show that she controlled less than she claimed, and Xellos was excellent in hiding any possible chinks in his armor. Ash, however, was in control in how he let everyone else feel they were acting on their own, in their best interests.
He thumbed through a well-worn collection of Robert Browning poetry, lounging across one of the plush chairs in the reading room, and awaited his guests. He was particularly interested in this Lelouch, and though he wouldn't admit it, was excited to meet him face-to-face... even if it was still with "masques" in the way.
Where: Ash's house
When: Wednesday, March 12th, after school
What: Teatime...?
Warnings: Snakes in the Grass
A kettle was on the stove, and a plate of scones was laid out on the table. Ash knew the rules of engagement when it came to social niceties - as a matter of fact, one could say he was a master tactician in the game of graces. Having freshly run a brush through his platinum tresses, he rebuttoned his top in a much more casual fashion. He never felt the need to impress his compatriots, but he still preferred to look in control of things - that seemed to be a common trait among them all. Certainly, Nina rarely allowed herself to show that she controlled less than she claimed, and Xellos was excellent in hiding any possible chinks in his armor. Ash, however, was in control in how he let everyone else feel they were acting on their own, in their best interests.
He thumbed through a well-worn collection of Robert Browning poetry, lounging across one of the plush chairs in the reading room, and awaited his guests. He was particularly interested in this Lelouch, and though he wouldn't admit it, was excited to meet him face-to-face... even if it was still with "masques" in the way.