Strange house we must keep and fill. House that eats, and pleads, and kills.
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CHAPTER NINE.Father & Son
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There were only eleven people in attendance at the Chevalier's supposed party. Seth, the guest of honor. Each Chevalier heir. Mr. Alcott, of course. Gideon Sutherland and his parents, to whom could not taint their image further by associating with a lavender, for their skin disgraced them enough. He was Cassidy's first and only friend, it would seem.
Cassidy and Gideon paid no mind to the difference in their pigments. They were soul-tied brothers and that's all they heeded.
Aside from his inherited lot and Miss Lorna Moreau, who arrived unparented. They were off tending to business. Lorna could never be bothered. It wasn't her place to dally in affairs, she was meant to be married.
Cynthia Freemont was in attendance as well. Though her parents were in town for the season and unoccupied, they did not accompany her. They heard whisperings of those who would be present. With snarled noses and cruel remarks, they remained within their own quarters for the evening. They were growing tired of the Chevaliers contempt for transgressors, for evildoers. So were many others.
Nothing goes unnoticed in such an elite circle.
It made Charles' right eye twitch. The pattering ripple of a jackrabbit danced within the glistening globes of steely blue. It was becoming much more red in hue as the soirée continued. His canines tore into the side of his cheek until he could taste iron. He turned back his third glass of bourbon and retreated to his study.
Several hours passed before a Chevalier was spotted again. It was Josette. Killian was the one who became cognizant first as he passed her by, both meandering through the dimmed hallway in formal attire.
"You look lovely," Killian says with an easy smile when their eyes are mindful of the other.
"Why, thank you." Josette replies. She exaggerates by curtsying. Her dress is the prettiest shade of blue. Light and airy with a sparkling blue trim and a tightened bodice. Her paprika hair is pinned back, forehead exposed and baby bangs swooped to the side. She's a radiant mirror of Elizabeth Taylor in "A Date With Judy", Killian attests wordlessly.
"Is it new?" he asks, making polite conversation.
"It is, actually." she straightens her palms over the ridges of her skirt, laying it flat with her pearled fingernails. She fiddles with her hands, seeming to have some place else to be. Killian smiles at this.
"Good day, then."
"Good day, Mr. Alcott."
Before she is able to descend down the stairs, Killian twists around slightly to call out to her over his shoulder.
