[ when benedict disappears into the fading mist of her hot shower, kate allows herself a deep breath of relief. grateful, mostly, to have made it through that without error.
left to her own devices, kate doesn't putter, but oh boy are her hands itching to pick up something, anything, and hurl it at the nearest target. back home she had had the benefit of shooting ranges and street level criminals to work out all this anxious energy on, but here across the ocean where she is meant to more or less behave... she doesn't feel trapped, certainly not because she walked into this herself, but she does feel restless. like suddenly she's a little too big for her body, ready to burst out at the seams.
she winds up doing what any other 20-something would do, and turns to her phone.
since befriending benedict, she'd done her due diligence and given into her curiosity. which is to say she googled him. there wasn't a lot about him, specifically, but there was certainly a lot to be read up on about the lancasters. she remember thinking it felt a little surreal while she was pouring over wikis and news articles, how much it seemed like he might as well have grown up in a completely different world. funny how drastically different some things can be, all because of some cultural and geographic borders.
she looks over the first few search results now, scrolling idly while she blowdries her hair by the edge of the bed. (she'd packed one herself, as is necessary when having all this hair, but there had already been one tucked into the top drawer ready for use.) the first few results were the standard wiki pages, some articles on recent business and cultural affairs the family was last mentioned in. what winds up catching her attention is a blog post, more tabloid in nature, talking about matron's infamous party scheduled for that weekend. it's an annual thing, expected to be grand as always, and anyone who's anyone in this side of the ocean is expected to come. most of the names mentioned mean nothing to kate, so she scrolls past them with slightly glazed eyes. paparazzi-style photos crop up in the middle of the article, everything from rumored decorations and menu items, to even some sneaky photos captured of the estate itself, clearly taken from behind the gate. kate's scrolling so quickly she almost misses it — but then she doubles back. stares.
there, sitting innocently between blurry shots of the hedge maze and table cloths, is an equally blurry photo of her and benedict. taken just from this afternoon, as the two of them stepped out of the car to enter the estate itself. their faces aren't really shown, but there's no real mistaking the behemoth of a man that benedict is, if you know who you're looking for. they were captured mid-step, heads ducked together, his arm settled comfortably around her shoulders. this is what everyone sees when they put on their show. looking at it now, kate can't help but feel... something.
best not to think about it too much, right?
but — hm. she hadn't realized there would be this many eyes on this event. it's probably not anything worth worrying about either — just local gossip rags about local celebrity news. she winds up closing the blog and setting her phone aside, determined not to think on it a second more. ]
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Date: 2021-10-13 01:08 pm (UTC)left to her own devices, kate doesn't putter, but oh boy are her hands itching to pick up something, anything, and hurl it at the nearest target. back home she had had the benefit of shooting ranges and street level criminals to work out all this anxious energy on, but here across the ocean where she is meant to more or less behave... she doesn't feel trapped, certainly not because she walked into this herself, but she does feel restless. like suddenly she's a little too big for her body, ready to burst out at the seams.
she winds up doing what any other 20-something would do, and turns to her phone.
since befriending benedict, she'd done her due diligence and given into her curiosity. which is to say she googled him. there wasn't a lot about him, specifically, but there was certainly a lot to be read up on about the lancasters. she remember thinking it felt a little surreal while she was pouring over wikis and news articles, how much it seemed like he might as well have grown up in a completely different world. funny how drastically different some things can be, all because of some cultural and geographic borders.
she looks over the first few search results now, scrolling idly while she blowdries her hair by the edge of the bed. (she'd packed one herself, as is necessary when having all this hair, but there had already been one tucked into the top drawer ready for use.) the first few results were the standard wiki pages, some articles on recent business and cultural affairs the family was last mentioned in. what winds up catching her attention is a blog post, more tabloid in nature, talking about matron's infamous party scheduled for that weekend. it's an annual thing, expected to be grand as always, and anyone who's anyone in this side of the ocean is expected to come. most of the names mentioned mean nothing to kate, so she scrolls past them with slightly glazed eyes. paparazzi-style photos crop up in the middle of the article, everything from rumored decorations and menu items, to even some sneaky photos captured of the estate itself, clearly taken from behind the gate. kate's scrolling so quickly she almost misses it — but then she doubles back. stares.
there, sitting innocently between blurry shots of the hedge maze and table cloths, is an equally blurry photo of her and benedict. taken just from this afternoon, as the two of them stepped out of the car to enter the estate itself. their faces aren't really shown, but there's no real mistaking the behemoth of a man that benedict is, if you know who you're looking for. they were captured mid-step, heads ducked together, his arm settled comfortably around her shoulders. this is what everyone sees when they put on their show. looking at it now, kate can't help but feel... something.
best not to think about it too much, right?
but — hm. she hadn't realized there would be this many eyes on this event. it's probably not anything worth worrying about either — just local gossip rags about local celebrity news. she winds up closing the blog and setting her phone aside, determined not to think on it a second more. ]