psl; [a marriage of inconvenience]

[hedgemaze]

THE AUBEL ESTATE is located in Derbyshire, England, a stately old home reminiscent of centuries long past. Long ago, it had fallen into disrepair and abandoned until previous generations of the Aubel family purchased the land for themselves, having found their fortunes in matters of real estate. Since that time, the outside has been restored and the inside has been renovated at least three times. Four, if you ask the uncle who remembers the one summer where the chandelier fell from the dining hall, taking a large portion of the ceiling with it. How embarrassing, if such a thing is true.

In its present state, it straddles the line between the old and new. The large, prominent rooms are ostentatious as they are filled to the brim with austere English culture; the smaller quarters, traditionally used by the servants and staff, are far more modest, and over time have allowed the tendrils of modernity to creep in as a result. Regardless, the home is impressive no matter how you look at it, and there are few who do not cast an envious glance at the estate as they pass by Derbyshire on their way to town, or perhaps northwest to Manchester, if they've even farther to go.

PHILIP AND JAMES AUBEL, father and son respectively, are the owners of the home, though only the father remains for any extended period of time. And even then, he only stays perhaps one or two seasons at a time, until he returns to his home in London, spending one or two seasons there, before returning again, living out his life of retirement to the fullest. James visits nearly every week (driving in from Manchester, and back) in the Spring, until the first freeze of Winter, when nothing will grow. Though they have a staff of two dozen -- give or take, depending upon the time of year -- taking care of the estate and its grounds, James is more diligent about keeping up appearances of the house, showing a special interest in maintaining the complex hedge maze on the land directly behind them. Only he keeps access to its center, a literal walled garden of seasonal flora.

AS RECENT DEVELOPMENTS WOULD HAVE IT, James has been drawn into an arranged marriage by his father and an old business acquaintance. She is scheduled for an extended visit soon, and the staff have done a meticulous job of preparing the hall for her arrival -- and the rest of the rooms, as well, if she is expected to make her living here permanent, one day. Today, the weather is clear and the help is eager to aid her in unpacking. The grounds are green and the family dog, an old greyhound with cataracts in one eye, bounds up to her with a slow wagging tail. The father will greet her, of course, with all the usual formalities, and though he doesn't know her all that well at all, she at least seems nice enough. He disappears soon after, leaving her to her own devices as she sees fit. James himself is nowhere to be found.

Somewhere, sooner rather than later, a collision course of first impressions will take place.

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D I R E C T O R Y;

➤ shitpost.
➤ first impressions.
➤ diamonds.
➤ text her, texter.
➤ saviour.
➤ flirt.
➤ closer.
➤ cross-examine.
➤ PARTY CRASHERS.
✶ elle + devon
✶ elle + corvus
✶ ian + james + corvus
✶ devon + james
➤ alien abduction.
➤ sleep now.
➤ bathe.
➤ remember.
➤ drink.
➤ welcome home.

Comments

[winterheart]

[She's entering back inside, chuckling at the screen.]

Sounds like we're gonna have to get our game on this weekend

╰(・∇・╰)╰(・∇・╰) PUB CRAWL ╰(・∇・╰)╰(・∇・╰)

We better get a designated driver though
You know, in case you lose :P

[hedgemaze]

We have a driver that's been bored to tears lately. Might as well give him something proper to do.

[It's not like a lot of chauffeuring gets done during this time of year. His father is the only one who indulges himself in it, and usually it's too cold for him to be bothered getting out. Half the time, he stays in his home in London, anyway.]

I won't lose. Saturday night, then?

[winterheart]

Saturday it is!
Are we gonna bet anything?

[hedgemaze]

If I win, you spend the night with me in my room.

[So shamelesly forward.]

And if you win, well, I'll let you set those terms.

[winterheart]

[Devon has to let out a chortle of disbelief at his terms. Seriously, how does she even handle him sometimes?]

You know I don't have to lose for that to happen don't you??
But I accept c:

If I win, you have to model for me
For what
I'll decide <3

[hedgemaze]

But an opportunity to experience what you're like when you're drunk? I wonder how often that'll fall into my lap.

[He really is too much, isn't he.]

Seems harmless enough. I accept.

[winterheart]

You are terrible
I can't imagine how much I have to drink to reach that state
But guess we'll find out :P!!

See you on the weekend then, I'll make sure to let the driver know what we're up to
So the poor guy can be prepared

[hedgemaze]

I can hardly wait.

[Saturday night can't come quickly enough.]

~*~*~*~*~*~

[Turns out Saturday night does come swiftly. Before James knows it, the work week is over, and the weekend is upon him. Already, the evening has come, the night chill cold and breezy, and him and Devon are piled into the back of a sleek, black car -- their driver, having being told of their plans in advance, keeps a quiet amusement about his expression as he asks for their itinerary.

James gives it to him. They're going to take a drive out into the city for a nice long pub crawl. When they reach their destination, James pulls the scarf around his neck a little tighter, fighting against the chill as they step out.]

A nice night to be kept warm with alcohol.

[winterheart]

[Devon stretches out her arms as they leave the car. She's dressed in mostly dark clothing, jacket, pants, and boots, saved for her own cream colored scarf. She grins up at James as they near the first pub of their questionable weekend venture.]

Let me guess though; hopefully it ends in your favor with me warming you up.

[Yeah, she can be terrible if she wants too, they're outside of the estate after all.]

I gotta say, it's been a while since I've drank, so it'll be interesting to see how this turns out for both of us!

[hedgemaze]

[He gives her a glance, opening the door for her as they step in. The warmth of the pub is already inviting, murmuring with the chatter of the crowd and the lights glow within. There's the telltale sound of glass clinking, and loud laughter.]

You know me too well. [The grin he gives her is cheeky.] And we'll see, won't we? Ladies first.

[winterheart]

[She finds them a space for them to stand at the counter and waves the bartender over for the first two drinks of the evening.]

Now I know we should have met earlier on, at least so I could destroy you in college when it comes to drinking.

[Two large mugs soon slide their way, fresh from the tap. Devon holds up her serving to toast James.]

Godspeed, honey.

[hedgemaze]

[He's quick to grab his mug, and lift it in the air in response to her toast. He feels so confident right now, and he's not even bothering to hide it.]

Mm. Do your worst, angel. [And he takes a drink; the first of the night. He's not worried.

He brings the mug back down the counter, looking at her with amusement.]

And by the way, I honestly don't think you could have handled me in university. Drinking would have been the least of your worries, let's just say.

[winterheart]

[She's about one third down from her drink already and exhales when she sets her glass down.]

I feel like I'd be that friend that girls go to crying about how their hearts were broken by guys that were similar or worse than you.

Because surprise of all surprises, that was definitely me.

[hedgemaze]

[He raises a brow, over the lip of his mug as he takes another long drink. Seems like she was going to start fast, didn't it.

Then:]

You don't think you'd be the friend to have your heart broken over me? You could go and do the crying on someone else's shoulder, for once.

[He's so terrible.]

[winterheart]

Look, when you're the one person in a dorm who knows how to make cookies, you kind of end up being the unofficial therapist.

[And also she was down to earth enough to listen to other people's problems, but it had been pointed out that before she seemed to just keep to herself, never bothering to open her doors or her heart.

But here she is, with a wedding date that's a while away, but approaching, with a man whom she's shared quite a few firsts with, having fun and drinking until they can't stand...]

And as far as I can remember, never cried over a guy.

[hedgemaze]

[James, meanwhile, is finishing his mug while she talks. He waves at the bartender to send another one while he has the man's attention.]

Well. I can hardly say that's a bad thing. To not have your heart broken.

[winterheart]

You think so?

[She takes a long drink of her mug, still on her first, as if pacing herself before speaking thoughtfully.]

I've kind of wondered if it made me oblivious to important things though. Like, I know I can be oblivious in other ways, but if it's in the ways that are important enough to hurt someone else...

Like, what I'm saying is, is that if your heart doesn't hurt, how would you know that someone else is hurting if you haven't experienced it yourself?

[hedgemaze]

[He gazes thoughtfully at his glass as the bartender slides it over.]

That's an excellent question. I suppose, sometimes, you just have to be brave enough to get hurt. Then pick yourself up and move on.

[He pauses before offering an addendum.] I never had my heart broken, either, you know.

[That shouldn't surprise her.]

[winterheart]

[She rolls her eyes, but smiles. It really didn't surprise her.]

... Well, I better be careful with yours then shouldn't I?

[Devon finishes her first glass and calls for another.]

I am, however, going to beat you in our drinking contest here.

[hedgemaze]

Uh huh. Then you better start catching up. I'm already on my second.

[winterheart]

Oh, no you don't boy.

[CHUGGING HER SECOND ONE QUITE BRAVELY.]

[hedgemaze]

[LORD WHAT A WOMAN... James looks vaguely surprised (maybe a little alarmed!) and brings his mug back up to his lips.

NOT GONNA LET YOU CATCH UP....]

[winterheart]

[She gets to her third mug in no time. Cheeks are flushed, but she's still standing up straight. Devon gestures with her glass at James.]

Not keeling over yet?

[hedgemaze]

[Sure, he can feel the warmth when he's on his third mug, too. But he's far from his limit.]

Of course not. It's not a pub crawl if we only visit one pub.

[winterheart]

[The third mug is cleaned out and Devon triumphantly makes it clatter against the counter.]

Pun No. 2, here we come.