[ kate has nothing against the asters, of course. she's taking her cues from benedict himself, and despite his own frank comments he doesn't seem particularly bothered by them. she wouldn't actually fight them, nor would she derive much pleasure from introducing their faces to the ground. she's just competitive by nature. and maybe just a little too aggressive.
all this to say, the snide comment hadn't been entirely warranted, thus her embarrassment over the risk of being overheard. she's here to shock and maybe awe but she's not going to be mean without provocation. as far as she knows, the asters haven't done anything against benedict to earn her ire yet. so for now she makes a mental note to be a bit more careful. not everyone gets her dry american sense of humor after all.
the lighting in the drawing room is low and intimate, and one glass of wine was already sitting warm in her belly. she's feeling wonderfully fuzzy around the edges, so when she turns a little more towards benedict she pretends there's some errant lint on his shirt and idly brushes it away before smoothing her hand down the front of it. maybe even lets her hand linger there before finding its way back around the neck of her glass. ]
You know we never did work out our story. Who approached who? How long have we been together? Who's big spoon and little spoon?
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Date: 2021-10-13 04:39 pm (UTC)[ kate has nothing against the asters, of course. she's taking her cues from benedict himself, and despite his own frank comments he doesn't seem particularly bothered by them. she wouldn't actually fight them, nor would she derive much pleasure from introducing their faces to the ground. she's just competitive by nature. and maybe just a little too aggressive.
all this to say, the snide comment hadn't been entirely warranted, thus her embarrassment over the risk of being overheard. she's here to shock and maybe awe but she's not going to be mean without provocation. as far as she knows, the asters haven't done anything against benedict to earn her ire yet. so for now she makes a mental note to be a bit more careful. not everyone gets her dry american sense of humor after all.
the lighting in the drawing room is low and intimate, and one glass of wine was already sitting warm in her belly. she's feeling wonderfully fuzzy around the edges, so when she turns a little more towards benedict she pretends there's some errant lint on his shirt and idly brushes it away before smoothing her hand down the front of it. maybe even lets her hand linger there before finding its way back around the neck of her glass. ]
You know we never did work out our story. Who approached who? How long have we been together? Who's big spoon and little spoon?