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♡ NICHOLAS GALITZINE the met gala 2024

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Nicholas Galitzine | Actors on Actors | June 09, 2024 | 🎥 Variety

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With the keen sensitivity of one well-versed in the subtleties of human emotion, observed a flicker of unease in his companion’s countenance amidst the bustling throng. "Pray, do not trouble yourself with apologies. Your discomfort is wholly understandable," he assured, his voice imbued with a quiet empathy. Though Asher himself was unperturbed by the swell of bodies that had been around them, he was acutely aware that such environments could unsettle others. With a gentle yet decisive gesture, he indicated upwards, a suggestion gleaming in his eyes. "Your thought is indeed a wise one. Surely, there must be a balcony from which we might observe the proceedings below with greater ease. Shall we seek it out together?" His offer hung in the air.

Nicholas was glad for them to have been outside, as he felt the urge to take a much needed breath, deep as ever, expanding his lungs and forcing to calm the nerves that nearly sent him into a state which he hadn't experienced since the aftermath of his first ball back in society just a couple of months ago. "Forgive me, I'm afraid crowds oftentimes overwhelm me entirely." His fists clenched, and then fingers unfurled to stretch his hands, focusing on the other gentleman's words in a way to ground himself. "Perhaps..." He cleared his throat. "...perhaps there is another way to get closer." One without bodies upon bodies and deafening sounds. "A view from the high ground?"

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Asher, with the grace and nonchalance befitting a gentleman of his stature, let his gaze drift lazily over the pamphlet's contents, hardly lingering on any particular word or detail. With a casual flick of his wrist, he dismissed the trivial gossip of the season— "it reads of the clashing hues of ladies’ gowns, the silent tongues of those who were expected to speak -the usual trifles," he confessed, tucking the paper into his coat with an air of indifference. "Might I inquire, my lady, what tales you find yourself accustomed to?" His eyes sparkled with a hint of intrigue.

at the mention of lady whistledown, kate could not help but glance downwards at the pamphlet taking residence in his hands. " did she have any news to report following the queen's ball ? " her tone curious. she had not had the time this morning to read the column. " i am quite interested to try a sponge cake. it seems to be quite different to what i am use to. "

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"Indeed, Madam, but I am unlike most gentlemen," Asher replied with a sincerity that shimmered in his gaze. The youngest of the Sharp brothers, he was a man unperturbed by the sight of a lady partaking in a drink, yet her presence here, on this particular evening, was an unforeseen delight. Settling himself opposite her with a casual grace, he inclined his head, his expression alight with curiosity. "Perhaps I shall join you in your revelry," he mused with a charming grin, "for I am most intrigued by this drink of which you speak so highly of."

" at least you are honest in admitting your surprise. i have found that most gentlemen will attempt to do the exact opposite. " the widowed duchess mused aloud with slight amusement gleaming her eyes. " i am quite enjoying my drink. the club always does remain in possession of such fine liquor. care to join me, mister sharp ? "

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"I must admit, the sight of you here catches me quite off guard, my lady, but it seems we are both equally taken aback by this unexpected encounter." He uttered with a gentle nod, his eyes meeting hers, silently acknowledging the shared astonishment.

➝ closed starter : @asher-sharp , @ivygrovvs , @cftulips !

❝ FORGIVE ME , I WASN'T PREPARED for company ! ❞

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"Why, I must confess my curiosity was piqued, as chatter turned to whispers - but now I've spotted the source of the sudden hush. It makes sense."

➝ closed starter : @cftulips , @asher-sharp , @thetonrunson , @ivygrovvs !

❝ IS IT NOT CONSIDERED IMPOLITE to stare ? ❞

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His face alight with a rare and genuine smile, directed his attention towards the lady who had graciously extended an invitation to her table. He had not anticipated such an offer, but it provided a welcome reprieve from his need to hurry back. "Are you sure, Your Grace? I wouldn't want to be a bother you," he inquired, his voice laced with sincere concern. Although he relished the idea of keeping her company, he felt compelled to ensure her comfort. Balancing two drinks, one intended for leisurely consumption at the tea shop and the other for his stroll back, he gently placed the steaming cup on the table before her. "Here, please help yourself to this," he offered with a courteous bow. "It's still extremely hot, just a warning."

"Please, do join me. Whilst I was not expecting company I'd certainly not be against it this afternoon." Natalie was a frequent visitor to the various team rooms in town and as she looked up to see a shadow over her table she was eager to give the invitation out. Although not always social she improved after tea.

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Asher who was ever the curious soul despite his notorious shortcomings, found himself irresistibly drawn to the commotion ahead. Eager to uncover the source of the noise. He had missed the grand ball, a fact he disclosed with genuine regret, attributing his absence to a sudden illness. "I was unwell on the night of the ball," he admitted earnestly, "but I am fully recovered now. It's a pity I missed it, but there will always be another. It was prudent to regain my health before mingling again." With a courteous nod towards the direction of the crowd, Asher took the lead, striding slightly ahead and suggesting, "Let's follow them. Knowing our luck, it’s merely two mammas quarrelling, but we shan't discover the truth if we don't join the throng."

he  looked  from  asher  to  the  slowly  shrinking  crowd  and  back  again,  emitting  a  thoughtful  hum  in  response  to  the  other's  confession  of  interest.  "i  am  in  two  minds  about  it,  but  i  am  easily  persuaded."  came  the  prince's  own  revelation,  accompanied  by  laughter.  warm  smile  returned  to  features  in  a  flash  and  he  grasped  the  extended  hand  in  an  enthusiastic  but  brief  shake.  "and  you,  asher.  i  must  have  missed  you  at  the  ball.  but  no  mind,  we  have  been  presented  with  something  much  more  interesting  here.  i  suppose  we  should  follow  before  we  lose  sight  of  them,  hm?"

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Asher as a gentleman of notable composure, found himself quite at odds with the tumultuous nature of sudden rushes. His preference lay in the realm of the orderly and predictable, where every nuance of the situation was well within his grasp. The very idea of people pushing past him and unceremoniously jostling him about left him with a distinct sense of unease. "I was tempted to follow and linger at the back," he mused, "but I might wait until the situation has calmed down before taking a look. I do not wish for people to suddenly change their minds and rush back in as I am heading in the opposite direction."

The reason for Nicholas' lack of movement was less of a shocked curiosity and much more of an overwhelming sense of uneasiness at the amount of people and noise around him. Even air seemed to have been sucked out from under him, and he was in the middle of glancing to the side, in search of a place to take refuge when he realized that there were indeed words directed right at him, prompting him to pay attention. "Madness? Surely not." His voice was surprisingly stable considering what was going on in his head. One of the gentlemen hurrying towards the source collided with Nicholas' shoulder, making him tense up all the more. "There must be a way to find out without practically charging into battle. I think I might've heard my sister's war cry just a moment ago." Though the latter was the least shocking of all.

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Asher turned his head at the sound of Kate's voice, his features lighting up with a genuine smile that illuminated oer his feature "Please, don't worry about it. I was merely just reading anyway," he confessed, setting aside the latest issue of Lady Whistledown's tantalizing gossip which he had left home with to read upon. His curiosity piqued, he leaned in slightly, his tone both playful and sincere as he inquired, "Anything taken your fancy?" He asked, nodding his head towards the desserts.

location : outside of a bakery tagging : @loveternls @gildedgloryhq @asher-sharp ( anyone )

" apologies. it would seem that i was not alert to my surroundings. i was quite captivated by inspecting what constitutes as english desserts. "

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Asher stepped into the room, his eyes widening in a moment of genuine astonishment, though not of the unpleasant variety. The sight of another there, unexpected yet far from unwelcome, caught him off guard. The brunette, whose refined demeanour could charm the most indifferent soul, placed a hand upon his heart, a gesture that spoke volumes of sincerity and warmth. "I am surprised, yes," he began, his voice carrying the gentle cadence of authenticity, "a little startled but pleasantly surprised, I assure you." His gaze softened as he addressed the lady nearby, his tone now laced with a courteous inquiry, "How is your drink, my lady?"

location : mondrich's club tagging : @loveternls @asher-sharp ( anyone )

" i can sense your surprise from here. can a lady not enjoy a beverage in a fine establishment ? "

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Asher was acutely aware of the shadowy dealings that had paved his family's path to their current standing. His family, unlike many others who were less fortunate, had managed to climb the social ladder through means that would raise more than a few eyebrows if brought to light. "I believe the area I excel in is food tasting. A connoisseur, one might say," he teased with a light-hearted chuckle, masking the uncertainty of his true talents.

Despite the questionable ethics that occasionally shadowed his family's name, Asher prided himself on his down-to-earth demeanor. He was a man of principle, avoiding wronging others unless driven by necessity—whether to safeguard his family's interests or to secure an advantageous position for himself. He lived by a simple creed of fairness, yet understood the complexities of survival in their world. "Rosemary," he repeated softly, ensuring the name would etch itself into his memory. With a gentle, practiced grace, he took her hand and placed a delicate kiss on its back, embodying the very essence of gentlemanly charm.

"I am confident that this marks the beginning of a beautiful friendship, Rosemary," he confessed with sincerity gleaming in his eyes. "I promise you, you'll have a steadfast friend in me." His words were laden with genuine warmth and the quiet assurance that he valued loyalty and companionship above the superficial trappings of their social sphere.

Rosemary couldn't help but smile at Asher's gracious acknowledgment of his blessings, his sincerity shining through his words. "It is indeed a privilege to have such opportunities," she agreed, her voice carrying a note of thoughtful reflection. "But it is also admirable to recognize and appreciate them as you do. Many in your position might take them for granted." As Asher admitted his lack of creativity but expressed admiration for hard work, Rosemary's eyes softened with understanding. "Creativity takes many forms, Asher. While painting may not be your forte, I'm certain you excel in areas where I might struggle. That is the beauty of our individual talents."

When Asher responded to her comment about leading future endeavors together with a whimsical grin, Rosemary felt a flutter of excitement herself. His boyish charm was infectious, and she found herself drawn to his enthusiasm. His humble apology and subsequent bow were met with a warm, appreciative laugh from Rosemary.

"The pleasure is mine, Asher," she replied, her tone both kind and inviting. "I am Lady Rosemary Templeton, but please, feel free to call me Rosemary. Formalities can be so tiresome, don't you agree?" She extended her hand toward him, her smile widening into a genuine expression of camaraderie. "I look forward to many more conversations and shared adventures, Asher. I believe we have much to learn from one another."

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Asher, with an elegant flourish, adjusted his attire to perfection after the bustling throng had surged past, their frenetic energy almost sweeping him along in its tide. A soft, knowing chuckle escaped his lips, aware that he could have been unceremoniously jostled back with the crowd, his destination unbeknownst to all. "Temptation tugs at my curiosity, urging me to uncover the commotion's cause," he confessed, his voice a melodious blend of intrigue and candour. Extending a hand with practiced grace, he greeted his companion, "A pleasure to see you once more, Adolphus." he said, offering a slight bow out out of politeness.

the  push  had  come  on  suddenly  ;  giving  very  much  the  impression  that  the  crowd  had  been  posessed,  in  adolphus'  opinion  --  and  giving  him  only  a  few  seconds  to  step  hastily  out  of  the  way  to  avoid  being  trampled  underfoot.  for  once,  he  was  heeding  the  doctor's  orders  to  keep  his  shoulder  out  of  harm's  way.  on  the  tips  of  his  toes  in  an  attempt  to  peer  over  the  crowd,  the  prince  gave  a  bright  smile  and  a  wave  in  greeting  to  the  only  other  soul  not  swept  away  with  the  crowd.  "your  guess  is  as  good  as  mine,  my  friend  --  i  have  no  idea!"  ascertaining  that  the  stampede  was  over,  adolphus  made  his  way  over  to  asher.  "do  we  investigate...  or  will  we  too  be  swept  away if  we  dare?"

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Asher's smile, like the dawning of a new day, was a testament to the genuine warmth that blossomed in his heart upon receiving the compliment. With an elegant grace, his hand found its place gently over his heart, a silent gesture of his heartfelt gratitude. "I have to be thankful for the position I'm in. Others do not get half the opportunities I do," he reflected, his tone devoid of arrogance, filled only with sincere appreciation. Asher's words carried no malice towards those less fortunate; they were simply an acknowledgment of his own blessings. "I don't know how one can get to a canvas and paint for hours if not at a class. Creativity is not my strong suit, but I do admire hard work when I see it," he admitted.

When Rosemary spoke of leading future endeavour's together, Asher's expression transformed into a whimsical grin, his boyish charm shining through. Her words struck a chord within him, and he could not help but feel a flutter of excitement at the prospect. "I'm sorry. That's the first thing I should have probably done," he began, his voice tinged with both humility and delight. He stepped back, placing his hand over his stomach as he executed a bow with impeccable finesse. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady. I am Ares Asher Sharp," he introduced himself, his eyes locking with hers in a moment of genuine connection. "But please, do call me Asher. It's much preferred," he added, his smile widening into a grin that spoke of both his respect and his eagerness to foster this newfound camaraderie.

Rosemary's eyes sparkled with amusement and genuine interest. "I must say, your enthusiasm is quite refreshing," she remarked. "It is rare to find someone who speaks with such passion about the simple beauties of life. As for the muses behind the paintings, I often ponder the same. The stories they could tell, the lives they've led... it's a fascinating mystery. Are they mere amalgamations of acquaintances or whimsical constructs born from the artist's imagination? "

She paused, her smile softening as she looked back at the brunnete. "Your insights are most intriguing, kind sir. Though you may not consider art your strong suit, you certainly have a way of engaging with it that is both thoughtful and refreshing." She took a delicate sip of her drink. "And as for grand adventures, I have no doubt that we shall indeed lead the way," she added with a playful smile. "But before we embark on such endeavors, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name, kind sir? It seems only fitting that such an intriguing conversation be properly introduced."

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As she spoke of the world's frenetic whirl, he felt a rush of accord, so much so that his hand, almost instinctively, pointed at her with a blend of astonishment and admiration. "I couldn't have described it better myself," he conceded, allowing a hearty laugh to escape his lips.

His gaze, ever restless, wandered momentarily to the bustling throng that animated the room. Yet, as quickly as his attention strayed, it returned with unwavering focus to the lady before him. "I'm certain we shall be the pioneers of another grand adventure," he declared with a mischievous grin, "and soon enough, all others will be compelled to follow our lead." The conviction in his voice was matched by the twinkle in his eye.

Her smile broadened, and in that instant, his own grin mirrored hers, a testament to the infectious nature of genuine joy. "Nature, my lady, is indeed one of my most cherished sanctuaries," he confessed with a touch of fervour. "The liberty of the great outdoors, the caress of the breeze, the kiss of the sun—these are the treasures that keep me from the confinement of walls and ceilings." His eyes drifted to a nearby painting, a silent sentinel in their conversation. "That artwork stirs my curiosity," he admitted. "I often wonder about the muses behind the faces in such grand pieces. Are they mere amalgamations of acquaintances or whimsical constructs born from the artist's imagination? Alas, art is not my forte," he grinned, a self-deprecating chuckle escaping him, "but it never fails to intrigue me."

She offered him a warm smile, her eyes reflecting a mixture of amusement and empathy for his evident bewilderment. "It is a rather frenetic scene, isn't it?" she remarked, her voice carrying a gentle, melodic quality. "The rush of it all can indeed be quite overwhelming. One moment, everything is calm and orderly, and the next, it's as if the entire world has been thrown into a whirlwind of activity."

The gentleman's confession about feeling like he was forgetting planned events resonated with her. She nodded in understanding. "I often feel the same, as if there are moments slipping through my fingers in the chaos. But perhaps that's just the nature of our society—constantly in motion, always a step ahead or a step behind."

"My day has been quite pleasant, thank you," she replied, her smile widening. "I spent the morning in the garden, sketching. There's something wonderfully grounding about being surrounded by nature, don't you think? And now, here in this gallery, I'm reminded of the beauty that can emerge from both order and chaos." Her gaze drifted back to the artwork, her expression thoughtful. "Art, in many ways, mirrors life. It's a beautiful mess, as you so aptly put it. Each piece, each stroke, tells a story—sometimes clear, sometimes enigmatic, but always worth contemplating." Returning her attention to Asher, she added with a touch of playful curiosity, "And how has your day been, kind sir? Have you discovered any new masterpieces or had any enlightening encounters amidst the madness? "

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Asher stood amidst the scattered art, his gaze drifting from one masterpiece to another, absorbing the chaotic beauty of the room until a voice interrupted his reverie. He took a couple of steps towards the speaker, nodding thoughtfully. "I never quite understand the rush of it all. I always feel like I'm forgetting certain planned events when people rush around me like that," he confessed, a hint of confusion colouring his tone. The brunette ran his fingers through his hair, a habit he'd unknowingly adopted to soothe his ever-present anxiety, only stopping when he realized it. As a servant passed by with a tray of drinks, Asher deftly took one, his eyes reflecting a mixture of amusement and resignation. "It is a beautiful mess, I can't deny that," he added with a nod, acknowledging the disarray with a wry smile. "how has you day been so far, my lady?"

She offered a serene smile, clearly intrigued by his question. "Significant event or collective madness? you ask. I lean towards the latter, though the prospect of some grand happening unnoticed by us is not entirely dismissible. It is as if we have stumbled into a living tableau, a chaotic ballet choreographed by invisible hands." She stated casually, taking a sip of her glass of punch before she spoke. "Isn't it just delightful to watch, though? Each person, wrapped up in their own urgent little world, adds to the marvelous pandemonium. It's a beautiful mess, don't you think? Like an artist's studio in the midst of creation, full of energy and potential."