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

[clearsight]

[Ian, who has grown about a centimeter or two, stops short in front of Devon giving her a high five and then a good sibling hug. The new dog, with its three legs also gives an excited barks and begins to circle Devon, sniffing and getting to know her and then it looks up at James panting cheerfully.

Ian grins at James and holds out a hand to greet him.]

Welcome to my castle.

[hedgemaze]

[And that hand is met with a sturdy handshake from James, as Ian would undoubtedly expect it to be.]

And what a castle it is, Your Highness. [Also, the new dog is staring at him, and there's no way a secret softie like James can't resist bending down to give it a few good ear scratches.]

And who's this?

[clearsight]

[Devon's kneeling down and giving the lovable pup scratches behind the ears and pets on its back. Ian points to the dog and says seriously.]

The Vice President.

VP for short. He'll answer to both.

[hedgemaze]

[....The Vice President? He glances at Ian, who looks quite serious about such a name/title.]

VP it is, then. What an impressive title. [He pets the dog on the head a few more times then stands up, straightening. He crosses his arms across his chest, looking at Ian with an arched brow.]

You've grown a little already. Trying to catch up to me?

[clearsight]

[Ian crosses his arms up at James.]

I'm gonna be taller than you. You can't even imagine me in my final form yet.

[Big sister here is gonna stand up and ruffle Ian's hair, rolling her eyes and saying something along the lines of, "Don't be a dork, I raised you better than this."

BUT IAN LOOKS SO SURE OF HIMSELF.]

[hedgemaze]

[It's okay Ian, Elle would appreciate that remark more than anyone here!!

As for James, he just chuckles at the young man's assuredness. A confidence that they shared, in some ways.]

You're right, I can't. You're too close to the ground; my imagination can only stretch so far.

[Would you like some of that brother-in-law ribbing? You're getting it anyway, kiddo!]

[clearsight]

[Ian grimaces at James' comeback.]

You came to our house prepared. I'll give you that, man.

C'mon in though. Dad's still at work and Mom's gonna be back in about half an hour.

[Looks like Ian and Vice President are playing the host for now.]

[hedgemaze]

[And so James will follow Ian and VP, with Devon next to him. Once inside the house, he takes in its atmosphere, which he finds is just as warm and welcoming on the inside as it was on the outside.

James, being himself, says a bit teasingly:]

Now, be honest, how much did you miss us?

[clearsight]

[Ian opens the door and letting Devon and the dog walk in first before answering James.]

Just a little bit. Can't be sad all the time. Dad says, distance makes the heart grow fonder.

[A beat and he looks up at James seriously.]

Don't know about that when it comes to you, but you're cool for now.

[hedgemaze]

[He crosses his arms, tilting his head to look at the boy with an arched brow.]

I think I can accept "cool" if I have to.

[He's satisfied with that, certainly. It's a step up from how Ian was around him when he first visited their estate, not all that long ago.]

[winterheart]

[The inside of the household is well managed, recently tidied up for its guests. There's only a bit of clutter that you wouldn't find at the estate such as a small pile of junk mail, Ian's backpack and school papers sprawled across the kitchen counter, and a coat left over the sofa by an absent minded father. But James was right in his impression of the home. There's warmness and closeness even in the absence of Devon. Her presence can be felt in a few watercolor paintings that were clearly her own, hung up by her parents around the living room. A ceramic bowl made by her in high school is on one of the side tables, used to hold candy for guests.

Speaking of which, Devon is looking around, familiarizing herself with the layout once more. She's been quietly harboring emotions towards her return to her home, something that can be felt by both the boys. Wistfulness, yearning, the sense of disconnect and reconnect that happens when one comes back after being away for a long time.

VP follows after Devon as she takes a look at Ian's papers, smiling at some near perfect scores on his latest math tests.]

... No slacking off even while I'm gone huh? Good.

[hedgemaze]

[James feels that wistfulness radiating off of her, the strange feeling of becoming familiar again with a place once called home. It's alien to him; he never felt such things like homesickness, or an odd melancholy in returning home after a long trip. He never truly missed the estate in that way, thanks in part to his strained relationship with his father when he was younger than he is now.

He thinks to himself that he would miss it more, now that Devon lived there. He's glad that he's able to come with her on this vacation, this time.

He takes in the small details of the house, finding them quaint and novel. Eventually he takes it upon himself to peer over Devon's shoulder at Ian's papers, what with their impressive scores.]

Someone has a mind for numbers.

[clearsight]

Yeah. I'm better at math than Devon is... Hey!

[Ian's getting a slight noogie for that from a sister who wrinkles her nose at the truth of that statement.]

[hedgemaze]

You're better at math than I was, and my grades were generally above average.

[He smirks a little at the sight of the noogie, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He says, to no one really in particular:]

Though I suppose I knew crunching numbers was never something I'd want to grow into.

[clearsight]

I like math because most everything makes sense.

[The young boy decides to grab his papers and stuff them in his backpack, lest his mother and sister bother him about leaving a mess in the kitchen.]

A lot of things in the world don't make sense to me, but numbers do. Helps me focus.

[hedgemaze]

[What a serious sort of answer from a nine year-old, but at this point James isn't surprised.]

You know what they say about the universe and entropy. [Actually, he doesn't know if Ian does or not, but there's no point in patronizing the boy. He's clever enough.] In a universe of disorder, it's nice to know that there are few defining rules still holding the world together.

Besides, being good at math can impress all sorts of women when you're older.

[James.........]

1/2

[clearsight]

[At that last remark, Ian makes a face and then looks at Devon.]

This is what you gotta deal with?

[winterheart]

[Devon nods solemnly as she scratches a happily panting Vice President on the ears as he sits on the couch.]

You haven't seen him at his worst.

[hedgemaze]

[He puts a hand to his chest in mock offense, though James is the farthest thing away from actually being offended. He looks at Devon.]

Excuse you, but what is that supposed to mean, dearest?

[clearsight]

Please, don't start flirting in front of me.

I'm nine.

[hedgemaze]

You're right. You're nine, and therefore you don't know flirting when you see it. I can really flirt with your sister, if you'd like some clarification on the matter.

[It's obvious that he's just picking on Ian in a harmless, amusing way at this point.]

1/2

[clearsight]

[Ian makes a face at James and pretend gags.]

C'mon man, don't be gross!

[winterheart]

Yeah, James, don't be gross.

[VP barks as if in agreement and Devon looks at the new dog and points to him with an approving nod.]

I like the cut of his jib.

[hedgemaze]

[wow, fine, everyone turn against him then.]

I see how it is. Everyone gang up on the British man.

[clearsight]

Well, we ARE in America.

[Ian grins at James cheekily.]

It wasn't gonna be easy even with us as part of the family.