Beginning of the End
Jun 14, 2013 13:50:09 GMT -5
Post by Lady Lisette de Lac on Jun 14, 2013 13:50:09 GMT -5
The week that followed the confrontation over the meal was easily one of the worst in the history of Pescadin Keep and the family who occupied it. Lisette assiduously avoided her mother, keeping to her rooms when she was not otherwise tending to the duties Veronica disdained or else staying in the safety of her twin's company. Laurent had a talent for keeping their mother at bay with cutting, clever remarks and the acquired ducal air he wore with a dignity that would have made their father proud. Unfortunately, it also meant giving Ari some time to cool off and settle, though Lisette ensured her older brother ate well, that his wine and brandy decanters remained filled and that he knew she was there if he needed or wanted her. Elsewise, she left him to the comfort of Lila, his current paramour.
In an effort to further escape her shrewish mother's stentorian tones and demands, she tended to skip dinner, instead slipping down to the kitchens after Her Ladyship retired to find the cold meal the cooks laid out for her, the dears. Lisette was on a course to enjoy that late night meal, pausing at her twin's chambers to entice him into joining her - Cook always left far too much for her, and she refused to waste any of his talent. Laurent was always good for helping her finish a meal, and she simply wanted his company.
Creeping along the corridor, she tapped softly at his door to coax him out, still dressed in the atrocious pink gown her mother forced on her that morning, but her soft brown hair was left loose, softening her thin face as she waited. "Laurent?" Whispered softly, "Come on before Mother realizes what we're up to."
Lord Laurent de Lac, Lord Aristide de Lac
In an effort to further escape her shrewish mother's stentorian tones and demands, she tended to skip dinner, instead slipping down to the kitchens after Her Ladyship retired to find the cold meal the cooks laid out for her, the dears. Lisette was on a course to enjoy that late night meal, pausing at her twin's chambers to entice him into joining her - Cook always left far too much for her, and she refused to waste any of his talent. Laurent was always good for helping her finish a meal, and she simply wanted his company.
Creeping along the corridor, she tapped softly at his door to coax him out, still dressed in the atrocious pink gown her mother forced on her that morning, but her soft brown hair was left loose, softening her thin face as she waited. "Laurent?" Whispered softly, "Come on before Mother realizes what we're up to."
Lord Laurent de Lac, Lord Aristide de Lac