For once he was glad she wasn’t much for physical intimacies, as his palms had begun to grow clammy. He swallowed a wild laugh and bowed slightly at the waist, as elegant as he could manage under the circumstances.
“Mother.” Not Mamma, not since he was very young, and certainly never mummy or anything so warm. She was, after all, a Queen, and royalty held themselves above the vulgar bits of child-rearing. But she was in a good mood, it seemed, or at least not displeased with him. Yet. “Good morning. You’re looking well.”
"Thank you." The words were cool--everything about her was cool, beautiful but lacking in warmth, like a painting or gemstone. But she didn't sound displeased. On the country, she looked over her son with approval. "So are you. I'm glad to see it; there are quite a few families of excellent rank expected today for your party, and I hope we can make a good impression. I'm certain I can count on you to do us credit."
Ss she spoke she moved further into the room; behind her, Crowley adopted a remarkably similar pose--head raised, nose in the air, even a creditable impression of her expression--and silently followed behind her. His eyes glinted with mischief.
"Yes, this outfit suits you very well," she said (Crowley pretended to speak at the same time). "You will do your best to be charming, won't you? It's perhaps too soon to arrange any formal engagement of any sort, but I expect you to consider your options carefully."
Crowley stopped his imitation and made a face at her back, waggling his tongue.
Yup, ditto!
Date: 2023-01-26 10:12 pm (UTC)“Mother.” Not Mamma, not since he was very young, and certainly never mummy or anything so warm. She was, after all, a Queen, and royalty held themselves above the vulgar bits of child-rearing. But she was in a good mood, it seemed, or at least not displeased with him. Yet. “Good morning. You’re looking well.”
boomerang ;)
Date: 2023-01-27 12:21 am (UTC)Ss she spoke she moved further into the room; behind her, Crowley adopted a remarkably similar pose--head raised, nose in the air, even a creditable impression of her expression--and silently followed behind her. His eyes glinted with mischief.
"Yes, this outfit suits you very well," she said (Crowley pretended to speak at the same time). "You will do your best to be charming, won't you? It's perhaps too soon to arrange any formal engagement of any sort, but I expect you to consider your options carefully."
Crowley stopped his imitation and made a face at her back, waggling his tongue.