#c: veronica

[hunterclaringtonswitch]

PM: I'm bummed we didn't run into each other at the ball, Robin Hood. (Veronica)

PM: I should have guessed you would be a pop star. The spotlight would be lucky to shine on you.

@veronicalodgeswitch

[gallivantrs]

open starter ft. lady veronica talbot // accepting replies; location — the queen's diamond ball, the terrace overlooking the gardens. tw: alcohol use

As the door to the terrace closes behind Veronica, the cacophony of the ballroom is mercifully muted, leaving her ears soothed by the sudden quiet. It was navigating the advances of a rude, presumptuous, rat-looking Lordling that served as the final straw to break her patience, leading her to trade the ball room for refuge in the cover of night, outside, with glass of wine at hand to temper humors. The gardens stretched out as far as her eyes could see, blurry under a soft nightly mist. The thought of descending there to be among the trees, rid of all manner of pleasantry, called to her – she even glanced around expectantly, thinking to find a friend with whom a genuine conversation could be held amidst some unchaperoned adventure in the gardens. But for once, the thought is nipped in the bud – glancing back into the ballroom, there was Noemie, taking her first official steps as a Lady of society, beginning her journey toward securing a much-desired love match. All of her actions tonight held her in mind, above all. So she would behave – die of boredom, if she must – if it mean protecting her sister's prospects. Her eyes drift to the skies while she savors a sip from her wine. An unmistakeable glint in its fabric catches her attention, just as another member of the ton seems to make their way to address her. "Jupiter is remarkably bright tonight." A whimsy point of her finger in its direction. "It’s currently at opposition, I believe, so directly opposite to the sun from our vantage point. I would bet you could even see its Galilean moons with a good telescope—four tiny points of light, right around it." For all the urges she'd be containing tonight, the one to provide unsolicited information was decidedly not one of them.

[javierfogarty]

PM: What are we admiring, specifically? The shade of red on my lips, or the collar around my neck? Or both, Sir? (Veronica)

PM: You look beautiful, Veronica. The whole look works together, but it's more that you're wearing it.

@veronicalodgeswitch

[stellamacmillanbcnes]

🎉 - our muses run into each other at an nye party

"Hey girl! It's good to see you," Stella greeted the other when she'd spotted her amongst the sea of partygoers. "Not sure what plans you had for your evening but that guy over there has had his eyes superglued to you."

@vcronicavance

[alessandramacnair]

🕛 - our muses run into each other after midnight

"Ronnie! I was beginning to worry I wouldn't see you at all tonight," she gasped enthusiastically, delighted to see the other. "Come and join me out on the dance floor while the music's still playing, won't you? Then we can grab some drinks."

@vcronicavance

[veramckinncn]

🍾 - our muses share a glass/bottle of champagne

"Sláinte, darling," Vera beamed, clinking her glass with Ronnie's. "Any hopes or wishing for the New Year? Or something you wanted to cheers to from this year we're saying farewell to? I love any excuse to celebrate."

@vcronicavance

[bellstrom]

WHERE: Divinity WHEN: Near closing! @vcronicalvarcz

Benny wasn't a spiritual person. He had enough on his mind without considering the universe, so he couldn't understand why people were interested in things like astrology or tarot. Still, that didn't mean he wasn't sometimes curious. He often felt this way whenever he passed by Divinity, wondering just what was going on behind the tapestry. Tonight, his curiosity led him inside for the first time, and while he'd normally avoid something he wasn't very interested in— his favorite girl said otherwise. Mary Jane always managed to convince him to do things out of the norm— like wanting to pick up a crystal, for instance. Or a candle... for the bakery? Benny comes to a halt when he enters, wanting to look at everything and yet overwhelmed by choice. He doesn't know where to start, but out of the corner of his eye, he spots something. Is that a lighter?

[maxroarkewooddom]

Special Delivery

After texting with Veronica, Max went to his closet and found the shirt in question, shrugging into the purpousfully tight garment. Tucking a box under his arm, he made his way to her door and rapped on the wood with one knuckle. When it swung open, he let his eyes travel along her robe wrapped frame and said, "Delivery for Miss Lodge?"

@veronicalodgeswitch

[matecriveracgden]

🍾 - our muses share a glass/bottle of champagne

A soft smirk reached his lips when he made eye contact with a pair of eyes he recognized. "Could I get you a drink?" Mateo asked once they were close enough to hear each other. "Or are you meeting someone this evening?"

@vcronicavance

[franklcngbcttcmii]

Frank's heart sank at the confirmation from Ronnie. He had a feeling but sometimes he worried it was just him being overprotective. "Have you got any sage advice on how I can give her the help she needs right now? Without pushing her further away in the process? I can't seem to do one without risking the other."

"You shouldn't. You are also perfectly youthful," Ronnie replied and nodded, "You're right, she is an adult. But she is an adult who is not handling things well. She definitely needs all the help she can get, especially after everything," she paused, "But please make sure you're looking after yourself as well."

[sahernayak]

closed  — @vericervantez

📚for me to grab the book nearest to me, flip to a random page, and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter

"Get back in that tub." it was big enough to fit them both, and two more. Her empty wine glass resting on the tiled floor, legs coming in and out of the bubbles. "Wine's in the fridge — if that's what you're looking for."

She didn't have guests over frequently due to her horrible work schedule, plus her apartment was as messy as it got — books and clothes covered every surface of her living room and her bedroom was a mess of pillows.

When the fuck was she even home anyway?

The only time she spent at home was spent sleeping.

[hunterclaringtonswitch]

PM: Hi, Hunter. How'd you enjoy Venice? I didn't see you as much as I would've liked. (Veronica)

PM: It was lovely. I'd been once before on leave, so I enjoyed geting back with a more relaxed group. Did you have a good time?

@veronicalodgeswitch

[gallivantrs]

closed starter – @andprejvdice & lady veronica talbot location — the queen's diamond ball, over refreshments.

The rat-looking Lordling was at it again, not the first time this evening Veronica saw him resolutely marching over to attempt to win her favor, and perhaps the last spot on her dance card. His intentions were obvious to all, as it was well-known his house found itself impoverished, and Veronica loathed the transactional nature of the attention her newfound status as an heiress attracted. She glanced around in search for a way out of this position, and her eyes landed on one among the ton who she knew also found himself thoroughly disinterested in the courtly games of match-making, and who conveniently was already plenty used to her boldness. "Kind Lord Halifax–" she approached him with one hint of reluctance, and another hint of pleading in her smile– "Since in the past you've been so eager to graciously shower me with your guidance, perhaps you'll jump at this chance to put your generosity to good use." Lord Halifax seemed to think there was something about his position that entitled him to expressing opinions on Veronica's life, from her marriage prospects to how she should handle legal and financial implications of her inheritance. Maybe it was his bond to Leonard, as these displays started soon after his passing – as her brother's close friend, she knew he too had grieved for him, so perhaps there was a link between grief and his behavior. In any case, she would much rather endure a dance with Asriel and fend off his unsolicited advice than to go on battling the lordlings and barons-to-be for the final opening in her dance card. She glanced anxiously at Mr. Rat Lord, who looked puzzled in his search after her swift evasion. "Care to lend a hand?" She asked begrudgingly with a flicker of the wrist where her dance card was attached – it was the kind of ask she'd make to Leonard, had he been here, one of the innumerous ways his absence was felt.

[hunterclaringtonswitch]

The deep, rich colors of them do suit you so well. The classics never go out of style, do they? Oh? I'm glad you still enjoy that photo so much then. Shall I wear the chain more often around campus?

Might not have to prove it, but oh it's so much fun. Honestly, it's a good look on most anyone but in that setting it would feel like a living picture. Ah, I see...a high class wet t-shirt contest?

Oh, absolutely - especially since pearls are a bit of a trademark of mine. Jewel tones in general work well on me - and I really appreciate your understanding of my aesthetic, Sir. In fact, I appreciate the understanding we have of what looks good on each other. I still use that photo you posted of you in those chains I bought you when I need work through some edges on Chuck's orders. ;)

Oh, you don't have to do much to prove yourself to this goddess, but for the sake of the scene, I would be thrilled to see what lengths you'd go to to accomplish that, Sir. Mmm, white linen would be a sexy look on you too, Sir - and we'd look even better after you've carried my into the sea in those big arms so that the water makes linen translucent, sticking to our skin while I'm wrapped around you, ready to service you the way only a goddess can.

[alessandramacnair]

"Cheers darling," Alessandra clinked her glass with Veronica's before sipping generously from her glass. "It's a good job this party doesn't have an open bar however– I'm not sure I could totally trust myself around it tonight," she joked.

@vcronicavance

[maxroarkewooddom]

PM: If your aim with that photo was to put the idea of a roleplaying scene involving a disgruntled, unsatisfied housewife and her sexy routine-UPS delivery man into my head, consider it accomplished, Sir. (Veronica)

PM: Well caught, Miss Lodge. That is actually a scenario I have played out using that costume. Special delivery of a package to the lady of the house.

@veronicalodgeswitch