[ in her youth, kate has met many a person of import. they're quite easy to spot, once you know how to look, and it wasn't long before young kate had been able to make out in the numerous social functions she'd been made to partake in those whose name carried actual status, and those who hoped mere association and proximity would suffice. this woman, aunt helen? she oozes status, but more notable than that is how she carries it with class. kate had grown skeptical and cynical fairly young, made to due to circumstances beyond her control, and so she'd come to quickly sort these folks into two categories: those who use their status as a shield, and those who use it as a weapon. kate hasn't yet figured out which one helen is. reading up on lady lancaster paints one picture, seeing her greet her family is another. two sides of the same coin, or so it seems.
but helen isn't an enemy, that much kate knows. and so her smile in return is genuine, as good-natured as the hand she holds out in offering. ]
It's nice to meet you. Thanks for having me on such short notice.
[ that being said, helen is one of the people they've got to truly sell this relationship to and so it wouldn't do to let her guard down. she shifts her hand in benedict's so that their fingers lace, the gesture overt enough that it would catch any critical eye. she runs her thumb over his knuckles, shifts her weight so she tips in his direction like a satellite caught in orbit. anyone looking at her right now would see she is clearly here because of and for him. and that isn't even a lie. ]
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Date: 2021-10-13 06:24 pm (UTC)but helen isn't an enemy, that much kate knows. and so her smile in return is genuine, as good-natured as the hand she holds out in offering. ]
It's nice to meet you. Thanks for having me on such short notice.
[ that being said, helen is one of the people they've got to truly sell this relationship to and so it wouldn't do to let her guard down. she shifts her hand in benedict's so that their fingers lace, the gesture overt enough that it would catch any critical eye. she runs her thumb over his knuckles, shifts her weight so she tips in his direction like a satellite caught in orbit. anyone looking at her right now would see she is clearly here because of and for him. and that isn't even a lie. ]