Briza

𝓣ℎ𝑒 𝓕𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝒻 𝓐𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑎 & 𝓕𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡.

“𝒴ou’re always welcome.”

𝓛ady Alyssana heard from Finnegan as she stepped inside and prompted him to help her remove the light, brown coat that was altered for her wings. Meanwhile, Walter was feeling a little silly and awkward standing there, having tried to make himself the proper host when Finnegan, as per his usual boastful self, had set such a stage for Walter to enter, only to watch as the younger brother failed once again to make himself anything but a beaming face, another decoration for Finnegan to by chance enjoy and show guests...

The younger Lord Oaks thought to himself as he stepped aside, fumbling with all of his thoughts but this particular one, and still, he kept his chin upwards to keep in fashion that he was minding them:
Lady Alyssana’s generosity is something that ought to be noted.

“I wonder what has Christopher’s attention so much,” Finnegan asked after hanging the tailored brown coat upon a wooden coat rack behind the door. The coat rack looked more like a thin tree with chandeliers for branches, but enough about the chandelier because if it were not for the costly glance of eyes that locked between Finnegan and Walter, the chandelier may have taken the conversation a different direction.

“Yes!” Walter chimed, “Christopher is clever and creative. I could not resist wanting to know what he would be working on, as we speak. His inventions always amaze me, even when…” He paused and looked at Finnegan, feeling that same awkward lump fill his throat and press his lips together when he knew he was about to say something less than chery, “He is not proud of them?”

“Yes,” Finnegan agreed, “We all make mistakes. Brilliant Christopher included, and young Walter, as well, but we learn from our failures. For instance, I will never ask Madmoiselle Evelyn Ashton on a date, again,” his face sweetened when he looked to Lady Alyssana, not minding one bit that Walter was supposed to be the lead in this particular visit, and Walter more-or-less awaited patiently for another entrance into the conversation, “Would you like anything? A glass of water… or tea, even?”

Unfortunately, Walter was the type of man who when not directly being entertained could often drift into a deep trance of imagination as he pondered here and there and everything far inbetween. Many of the things he discovered have been left unspoken and undiscovered by the outside world. Finnegan knows of several of these plights and has shown some vague interest, but often time, he keeps his distance from such gazing, for he thinks it is the result of a desperate attempt for attention when he is not the spotlight. (The sickness might as well have been something to cover-up his selfishness, and therefore, Finnegan believed, Walter working in the Perfumery would do him good.)

Give Me Your Favorite Quote(s).

Are you wearing the socks?

Rex Racer

I am here to say hello.

Salve.

What Are You Listening To?

𝓣ℎ𝑒 𝓕𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝒻 𝓐𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑎 & 𝓕𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡.

@shylarah, Briza already said it was okee dokee artichokee! (*＾▽＾)／

Give Me Your Favorite Quote(s).

Be silly. Be honest. Be kind.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

𝓣ℎ𝑒 𝓕𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝒻 𝓐𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑎 & 𝓕𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡.

𝓚nock.

𝓚nock.

𝓚nock.

𝓦ith several knocks on the door, which ruffled the air through the downstairs laboratory, the two men sat on long legged chairs that stood at a table with even longer legs, decorated in the fashion of Queen Anne of the Satyr-Masque Period. Both men were looking intently at a piece of paper, recognizable as the one that Madame Sophronia had somewhat-of-the-sorts handed Finnegan in a discreet manner, at least, in regards to the public’s knowledge.

Walter was the first to acknowledge the sound, and with tight lips, he turned his attention towards the sound with a cautious, shy eye on his surroundings and found no reason that the knock should go unnoticed. Finnegan had his brows furrowed trying to decipher whatever was written upon the letter. He looked too immersed in the riddle to be bothered, but Walter interrupted him, without too much hesitation, “Do you want me to answer the door, Finny?” His left finger tapped lightly on the wood table, feeling the texture as he occupied the boyish parts of him that knew his question would take more than several moments of recognition.

However, Finnegan proved Walter wrong, and immediately pulled himself away from the parchment. His eyes looked boldly at Walter, “It is Lady Alyssana.” A small smile plucked under his mustache, “What?” His hands quickly cupped over the paper and began folding it into a square once again, “You look as if something has bitten you?”

He eyed Walter, who swallowed and made a small smile to Finnegan. Working at the Perfumery had been difficult in a way he had not thought. His brother was quite unpredictable, as usual, but in some ways, he found him colder and less trustable as a master than a brother, “No, I…,” he paused while fishing for words, “I am happy Lady Alyssana is visiting. It is my first week, afterall. Is Christopher with her, by chance?”

“Go find out,” Finnegan leaned back into his chair, with a leg folded over the other. The folded paper’s corners were tapped on the table, in a similar rhythm as the one Walter had done with his fingers only seconds earlier.

Looking as a puppy desperately wanting to please his owner, “I shall,” Walter said affirmatively and excused himself from the table. He straightened the collar of his shirt, adjusting feintly the tie around his neck and the suspenders, holding his slacks and quickly made his way to the door.

“Lady Alyssana, it is a beautiful surprise to see you!” The younger man exclaimed after he opened the door, “Finnegan and I were not expecting you. Please, come in. It is an honor to have you travel all this way, especially… by yourself,” he managed a cheery smile. He wished Christopher had been at her side, but he was still happy to see her. However, he was too caught in the moment of making sure that Lady Alyssana felt welcome in words that he mentioned nothing more out of strict etiquette.

“Lovely as ever,” with his usual air of shenanigans, Finnegan interrupted the end of Walter’s welcoming, “Your timing is impeccable, as usual.” As he peaked his line of sight to the outdoors in a quick cautious and gentlemanly manner and proceeded to usher Lady Alyssana into the study, Walter bit back his thoughts and stepped aside, ready to close the door behind her. “What honor do I have that your presence has been summoned?”

He felt a little foolish having not thought to ask her for help sooner. If she had not shown her face, he might have forgotten that he had such an angle of dashing wit and intelligence. He would prod her for helpful alliance, but first ... — he was more concerned about her than the actual case folded in his hand.

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RPGC #21: How The Guild Saved Christmas - Voting and Critique

I liked all the entries, tbh.

Briza's Vote

Therefore, my vote goes to the sweetest, most whimsical & cleverly folky entry:

（⌒▽⌒ゞ💬

The Midwinter Demons by @Calle

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