#┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧ Tʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ I'ᴍ ʙʀᴀɪɴᴡᴀsʜᴇᴅ —Yᴇᴀʜ I ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ - S1A1

[gaevaer]

Cocktail parties had never been Caitlyn’s idea of a good time. She’d hated them as a child, and that sentiment hadn’t changed now that she was an adult. The formalities her mother insisted she learn always felt stifling at best — pretending to be polite to strangers who only cared about her family's name and status was the very exhausting act she could barely stomach.

She’d done her best to follow the rules, of course, but her expressions often betrayed her. And then there were the dresses. She despised every frilly, constricting one of them.

Tonight was no different. Caitlyn clicked her tongue in annoyance at every prying glance sent her way, silently praying no one would approach her. She nursed a glass of champagne she had no intention of drinking, swirling the liquid idly and wishing, no, praying for an escape.

When someone called her name, she almost cursed under her breath. But when she turned and saw who it was, her annoyance melted into a smile.

❝ Ah, a welcome sight,❞ she said, her tone light as she turned fully to face Jayce. She gestured to her glass, swirling it lazily as if it were part of her performance.

❝ Can’t a girl enjoy a cocktail party?❞ she joked, her voice dripping with mock sincerity. ❝ I figured I’d save my mother the trouble tonight and attend myself. So generous of me, don’t you think? It had always been my perfect idea of a Friday night to mingle with posh idiots here.❞ Her smile widened, though the forced curve of her lips and the pleading look in her eyes gave her away. She wasn’t fooling anyone much less Jayce, and she wasn’t trying to.

❝ What about you?❞ she asked, shifting the focus back to him. ❝ Council member duties got you mingling at these things now? Or is there something else dragging you to an event like this?❞

@gaevaer ♡'d for a starter !

it feels like it's been some time since he's seen caitlyn, not that he's been avoiding her by any means but the sudden overload of being a council member and working in the lab kept him beyond busy. approaching her from behind, arms behind his back in a manner of politeness, he slowly steps to her side. eyes shift, looking at her with a softened expression. seeing how grown she was, it makes him miss the years in which she was younger, eager to follow him around and help him with things. ❛ hey, sprout. ❜ the nickname he'd given her so many years before, it still suited her, even if she may not like it. ❛ what are you doing out here ? ❜ it's not like she was working, so he's curious as to what she was doing at an event like this.