dianna d. dobbs (babyd) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-10-24 13:45:00

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arista sykes, bertram aubrey, bess fawcett, bianca aubrey, delilah spinnet, dianna dobbs, drystan fawcett, edward pennifold, elliot alderton, ellsinore alderton, gaspard shingleton, graciela pennifold, greta catchlove, group, iwan quigley, kendall broadmoor, ludo bagman, marissa shimpling, max fancourt, michal conway lynch, nona pepper, nora peakes, octavius pepper, phoebe smethwyck, rose knightley, seth wadcock, therese bonaccord, thomas mccormack

POSTED FOR SATURDAY~ Sinners & Saints Ghost Train!

As the country side rushed by outside the window, Dianna could feel her pride grow with each passing second. She wasn't one to admit that she bragged about her achievements, but it would be a lie to think that she was not going to be boasting at how overwhelmingly amazing this event had turned out to be. The turn out had been far more than anticipated, the musicians that varied through every other cart were fantastic and livening up the mood---there were even ghosts of old conductors and passengers floating through the carts and having the time of their after-lives scaring the guests.

It was to be a fun, fantastic, frightful night. Dianna was beside herself with excitement, and she tugged her skirt down a bit and went on a search for a friendly face to interact with. Merlin, she'd really out done herself this time, she thought amusing as a cart-wide sized cobweb magically unspun to let her pass.

Dianna flipped a golden curl over her shoulder, smirking greatly. She was so brilliant.

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fortunesfool
2012-10-28 05:21 pm UTC (link)

His breaths were heavy, with excitement at the prospect of doing something mischievous and with anxiety at the thought of getting caught doing----anything. Elliot had always been flustered by Elsie, for as long as he could remember she would make his chest twist even if in school he'd thought it was of annoyance at how seemingly perfect she was. There were days, especially with their current situation, that Elliot had to take a breath and remember to accept the truth that Elsie loved him, no matter how hard it was to believe some days.

"I could," he responded, deciding not to waste any more time. His heart was beating rapidly and Elliot felt that his face had already taken on a nervous, almost guilty-like expression. But the red of his ears proved that he was ready and willing to go forth. "Lead the way, Princess."

Elliot bowed cordially to Elsie, lifting his head for a moment to smile widely. He was definitely going to do his absolute best to keep up this fairy tale act, he wanted to have fun, he wanted to make Elsie happy. He also wanted to get under that pretty dress of hers, which helped ebb his nerves.

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softwhatlight
2012-10-30 02:24 pm UTC (link)

She had difficulty taking in her next breath, as her lungs seemed to contract rather painfully. Love could be so wonderful that it hurt at times, but she wouldn't have traded it for anything. When was the last time they had done something like this—anything like this? To let themselves forget about everything bad and dark and heavy in their lives, and just indulge in the fantasy of something normal. Elsie found she couldn't recall, but wasn't it all the more reason they should soak up every precious, carefree second this night had to offer?

After quickly shortening her costume's hair to a more manageable length, so as to avoid another accident and ruin the atmosphere, she could not quite resist tugging his face towards hers when she passed him, and kissing him. Once more. Entirely too thoroughly. Only to release him with a smile that was very nearly a smirk. There was no doubting that his usual, somewhat grouchy self had an allure all its own, but she didn't think she could be truly faulted for taking as much advantage of this publicly amenable persona as possible. She had just told herself it was all in the spirit of a fun night, hadn't she?

"Well, in that case, my lord," Elsie said, turning to face him and nimbly managing a curtsy. Taking one of his hands into her own, she pulled him along their desired route, slipping easily amidst the crowding bodies of their fellow passengers though her back was to them. "I believe an adventure is waiting."

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