Mornings After

[vicioussweetie]

I love parties. I really do. But I need to have them when I don't need to get up for three days afterwards, I think.

Still. Wow.

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[prodigalcount]

"Oh dear, my lady. Are you feeling ill?" the Count asks, looking way too perky for someone who was at the same party. It may or may not be an act.

"'Wow' indeed. Your people do know how to celebrate."

[vicioussweetie]

"Not ill. Just worn out." She grins, pulling him into a hug. "So...want to come to the next one?"

[prodigalcount]

"Oh> Poor little fragile fae, so easily exhausted!" he says, his tone more obviously teasing as he lets himself be pulled into a hug. "Mmm, perhaps. Though people may begin to talk, not that they weren't already. What was it they found so interesting, anyway?"

[vicioussweetie]

"Yes, poor fragile little me, I so clearly need to be coddled and spoiled and fed chocolates..." she teases right back, brushing her lips across his cheek. "I think the talk can be summed up with the following: first, 'zomg who is that the countess is kissing?', followed with 'what's with the green guy?' and 'she made that scary sluagh a baroness, what the hell's wrong with that girl?'"