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Name: Jasper
Date: 8/2
Format: Video
[An elegant man sits behind a writing desk with both feet ungraciously raised on the grain. Pristine white sleeves rolled to his elbows, his spotless waistcoat embroidered with gold. The heroic image is shattered by the expression upon his face; quiet and solemn as the grave. Fingers massage where his neck and shoulder meet before he utters a word.]
May I have the pleasure of your ear a moment? I am informed by the Coven that I would do well to find a partner. Only they encourage me against their better judgement, as I am afraid I am a terrible partner for anybody.
[He does little but focus on playing with his fringe for ten seconds, maybe twenty.]
So forgive the ironic curiosity - it will kill me one of these days - and kindly share what you like to see in a partner. Age? Beauty? Perhaps you harbour a fondness for wealth?
Sentimental fools believing in love and friendship need not waste my time.
If the first, I should laugh. If the second, I should call you a fool.
Date: 8/2
Format: Video
[An elegant man sits behind a writing desk with both feet ungraciously raised on the grain. Pristine white sleeves rolled to his elbows, his spotless waistcoat embroidered with gold. The heroic image is shattered by the expression upon his face; quiet and solemn as the grave. Fingers massage where his neck and shoulder meet before he utters a word.]
May I have the pleasure of your ear a moment? I am informed by the Coven that I would do well to find a partner. Only they encourage me against their better judgement, as I am afraid I am a terrible partner for anybody.
[He does little but focus on playing with his fringe for ten seconds, maybe twenty.]
So forgive the ironic curiosity - it will kill me one of these days - and kindly share what you like to see in a partner. Age? Beauty? Perhaps you harbour a fondness for wealth?
Sentimental fools believing in love and friendship need not waste my time.
If the first, I should laugh. If the second, I should call you a fool.
no subject
Oh, it is too early to tell.
[And yet he is honest enough to share some of his feelings.]
I am going to die of boredom before I find any stimulating prospects. Honestly, it would be better were this unnecessary.
no subject
Oh, I quite agree. Unfortunately, none of us here are so lucky.
[That wrinkle in her composure is gone, however, and she smirks faintly, reminiscent of their encounter in the tailor's boutique when she'd teased him openly— good-natured, but still.]
Well, good luck in finding a stimulating prospect that meets your standards. Maybe someone who shares your sweet tooth? Or would that be too close to inviting competition?
[Like interests seem worth seeking out, but sharing cake may not be worth it in the eyes of some.]
no subject
I doubt anyone here could match my appetite.
[For all his arrogance, he is confident. Better to be confident over small affairs than afraid of them.]
And that includes you to be sure.
no subject
[She had more or less eaten her way through the Cirque, but he had gone far beyond that. Whether it was the effect of the lunar cycle or his natural inclination remains to be seen, but she's more than willing to let him claim that particular victory.]
I have to wonder... do bonds relay cravings?
[Whoever he picks, he just might find himself well-matched in the sweet tooth regard if so.]
no subject
[The simplicity of the question puts him in a lighter mood. Not quite sweet but paletable. His facial expressions hardly change but his voice sounds like it's smoothing some internal problem.]
And so this world grows more absurd. I wonder who thinks bringing me here was ever a good idea.
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[Or balk at, as the case may be. Either way, she's glad for lighter thoughts, however long they may last. It takes effort to present herself as a tireless optimist, but the truth is that she carries so much on her own shoulders that even the slightest reprieve is beyond welcome.
As for his own assessment of the situation, she can only allow her smile to pull to one side. Had he been about to laugh, just a moment ago? He'd seemed dangerously close.]
Who knows why any of us were chosen. It's mildly less frustrating if I assume there's a reason for it, but I do mean mildly. At least the local delicacies have been worth sampling?
[It's not much of a silver lining, but she'll take it.]
If you're interested, I stumbled across a bakery that makes excellent— well, I don't know what it's called here, but it's close enough to bienenstich that it was almost like being back home for a short while.
[Leave the unpleasant talk of bonds aside for at least a short while. She knows they can agree on cake.]
no subject
[With his hands on his hips, Jasper leans back against the chair and rolls out his shoulders. There is one glaring motive in sharing a common interest and he sees through it; a potential friend staking out a relationship. Nothing romantic. Nothing personal. Nothing he wants in the slightest. He says nothing about it and denotes it as an observation.]
Or a tearoom that serves proper tea and not this bagged nonsense.
[LOOK he has strong views on the subject!]
no subject
[Don't worry, Jasper, she's not about to suggest that you go together. Perish the thought of actually running into one another somewhere with intent.]
I don't have a solution to the tea problem just yet, but there has to be somewhere. It's a reasonably big city, after all.
[She's not too much of a tea drinker herself, but she's at least picked up on the fact that many avid tea fans are staunchly against the 'bagged nonsense.' Her half-smile remains, and she maintains a light and teasing tone, easy now that they're discussing something that means so very little in the long run.]
I'll keep an ear out— if that matters to you.
[She'll just assume that it doesn't.]
no subject
You must comprehend that it does otherwise you would not have offered a suggestion.
[A muscle in his jaw twitches. His expression sours. He cannot tell if he should be furious or grateful or what.]
One that is heartily welcomed, in any case.
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I'll see what turns up. I know a few people who've been here for some time, one of them might know better, too, having had more time to get to know the city.
[Her search for suitable eateries and teahouses, however, is not nearly as pressing a matter with the one he's now conducting for himself.]
Best of luck with your search.
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I doubt I shall find anyone.
[It takes a great deal of effort to end the conversation with anything approaching politeness. His face not exactly given to gracious expressions.]
Thank you for your time.
[And with that he switches off. Cause yeah.]