(no subject)

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ the door slides open quietly under his push, greeting him with the sight of the mansion interior bathed in a golden yellow light -- a welcoming atmosphere. smiles, allowing himself to feel mildly impressed that the decorations were not as atrocious or in excess as the (semi-)disastrous party-meeting in their shared past. the first goal of his evening long-since decided, he gives alyssa a kiss to the forehead, brianna a silent look to communicate his intention & a final murmur of departure to his little brothers before he gently detaches himself from them -- but not for long, he hopes, for they are who he wishes to be around the most tonight -- in search of a certain boy-turned-man (mentally, at least).

is rather glad that there seems to be a distinct lack of them running around, making his search very short & effortless. gives anna a small bow & a polite (but well-meant) smile. ]

Good evening.

Comments

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

[ taps a finger on his chin, thinking out loud. ]

Hmm. Guess that rules out Simon on going, then... what a shame.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ leans back a little. ]

What can he properly enjoy?

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

[ hums again, going silent for a moment. and then: ]

Lemon tarts.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ raises a hand to his mouth as he chuckles. ]

Nothing else?

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

[ gives him a pleased but thoughtful look. ]

Food in general, especially sweets. Traveling and seeing new things as well, though he does a lot of that on his own. He doesn't stay still for very long.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ nods upon remembering the little that he's seen of the boy. ]

Ah. That one.

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

You know the others?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Mm. [ tilts his head in thought. ]

Though I suppose most of it was through observation.

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

[ chuckles briefly, amused at the thought. ]

This is my first time speaking with your family as well. Except-- [ pauses, looking at brianna at a distance, wanting to word this right but it comes out as a polite question instead. ] --ah, your wife?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ is not looking at anyone but brianna as he speaks, his voice a touch warmer & his smile a little fonder. ]

My princess.

1/2

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

...

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

[ allows himself to feel privately warmed by his answer as he nods, his own voice soft and knowing. ]

Your princess, then.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ turns his attention back to anna, knowing that his previous meeting with brianna could not have been too pleasant (he, himself, remembers a blonde boy in glasses). but does not voice it; the unpleasant episodes of the past should have no place here. ]

What is the schedule for the evening?

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

Nothing too fancy, I'm afraid. I thought we could mingle for a bit while we wait for the others and then eat when preparations for dinner have finished. Some desserts for later, or coffee instead, if you prefer.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ nods once again in approval. then thinks for a moment & his lips twitch a bit when he asks his next question. ]

Is chocolate chip pancakes included in the dessert menu?

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't miss a beat, obviously overlooking the inside joke. ]

If that's what you prefer, then of course!

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Ah, I prefer coffee. Pancakes would be for my baby brother.

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

Is that so? Well, he may certainly request whatever he would like.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Then may I request that in his stead?

1/2

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

Yes, of course!

[ taps one of the waiters on the shoulder before he passes him by, putting said order in. ]

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

[ turns his attention back on albert when the other man leaves, giving him a fond look. ]

What a nice big brother you are.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Ah? I believe I feel rather flattered.

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

I only speak the truth.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

My gratitude, then. [ glances at his family again & then back at anna. ]

How is yours faring?

1/2

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

[ is mildly surprised at his question, but moves on from that easily enough. ]

Very well, thank you. They're all doing their own thing nowadays, but we gather at least once a week for dinner.