Be it The Theatre Royal, The Ceryneian Theatre, or any of the smaller establishments serving to entertain the good people of Bath, here lies the feeling of sanctuary - of focus - and a tremble in the ether as the curtains rise, the music begins. Women touch themselves up - cosmetically - and their features glow and gleam: mouths like scimitars in claret, plum, sienna, smokily shadowed eyes with diamond hints and sapphire glints. Candle flames paint flickering reflections across the crystal chandeliers. Inside a Theatre is something pure, something beyond the Beast, immortalised in story and dance, the hard-won result of all the satirically polite personas, the rehearsals, the strict agents, the money and fame, the spotlights, the sweat, the pain and the blisters, the heartache and a final real catch-of-breath victory. Here is the playground of the performers.
by Christine Daye » Sun Sep 03, 2017 7:15 pm
Christine drinks, her gaze happily distant. She's not going to take a sip for each country though - she'd drain the glass.
Nor does she drink at the question of seducing a Prince, but she considers it carefully.
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by LittleBird » Sun Sep 03, 2017 7:22 pm
Kira tilts her head at her brothers look, and very slowly and deliberately places the glass on his side of the table. Her eyes are not full of the hurt or betrayal that over spilled the last time this subject came to the table-yet instead as she leans further still, sliding it right in front of him and raising it to him, as if in his honour... but still she does not drink.
As she leans back she whispers gently, "What of Princes of the past and future?" she asks barely audible, with a raised brow to her brother, though not officially drinking it-she does lick the liquid from her finger tip.
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by Dorian M. Black » Sun Sep 03, 2017 7:24 pm
"Oh, they're still still Prince," Dorian says silkily, his eyes on Kira. "And you should be drinking, too. Although I imagine our Princes were different."
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by Christine Daye » Sun Sep 03, 2017 7:27 pm
Christine watches the interplay between Kira and Dorian. Then, mischievously:
"Never have I ever... seen anyone in this room... naked..."
She smiles a secret smile and drinks.
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by Regulus Grey » Sun Sep 03, 2017 7:29 pm
Regulus once more leaves his drink on the table. His eyes flick to the others around the room and he begins to understand quite how much of an outsider he still is.
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by LittleBird » Sun Sep 03, 2017 7:30 pm
Kira raises her brow, "Mmm, not the Prince I'm on about, and it wasn't merely an attempt," she smiles and reaches other for her drinking, lifting it high and taking a delightful swig, murmur happily as she does...and after she licks her lips, savouring the moment she mouths a word or two to him behind the glass with a bright smile.
At the singers question, Kira leans back, toying with her drink-it looks as if she may be about to inspect it teasingly-or even about to take yet another drink herself-however what is clear is she is moving as indulgently slow a pace as possible so everyone else can make their answer clear before she too divulges.
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by Dorian M. Black » Sun Sep 03, 2017 7:33 pm
To the unspoken phrase Dorian's mouth does something complicated, but he eventually looks away -
- to Christine. He raises his tumbler in silent salute to the question, and drinks.
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by LittleBird » Sun Sep 03, 2017 7:43 pm
Kira drapes the glass wielding hand over the back her chair, her free hand gliding from her necklace down to her skirts and skitting up to her locks before the gentile feathering of the necklace starts all over again. She smiles, turned to the side facing Dorian and Christine, and resting her head her arm, letting her ringlets sway, she too raises her glass and drinks, one drink but it seems more like it is several tiny sips in quick succession.
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by Regulus Grey » Sun Sep 03, 2017 7:49 pm
Regulus taps his chin for a moment.
"Hmm...never have I ever....committed acts during intercourse...that might be deemed taboo..."
He glances around, then drinks.
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by Dorian M. Black » Sun Sep 03, 2017 7:51 pm
Dorian exhales in exasperation and downs the rest of his drink. He pours himself a second.
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