#ft. isla sinclair

[opulcnccs]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒. closed to isla sinclair @ofgildedhearts 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. the gardens of astor manor 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 & 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. february 1887, garden party

one could feel the sigh of relief that swept through the city streets when invitations of astor gold appeared at the doorsteps of the city's finest. its arrival signaled that the social season would go on — as they all knew that it would — george dupont's demise and the drear and drama that came with it notwithstanding. in truth, agnes was better suited to social events that transpired under the cloak of night. the dresses were finer, and flutes were filled with champagne instead of lemonade.

while they had not been seated at the same table, agnes now strolled with her future in-law, surveying the crowd assembled before them. she held a glass in her hand, partly filled with lemonade, but upon acceptance she'd undone a flask and poured some gin. thus far, if anything endeared her to the arundels, it was their exorbitantly priced liquor cabinet. there was also alastair's cousin, of whom she was fond in part because of her birth superior to her kin. "the astors' charade of our fine london society is almost endearing. i hope for your sake you are a fine croquet player. i, for one, have never had an affinity for games with balls."

[domvinciguerra]

who: @islasinclxir where: puente

Perhaps it was cocky to say, but Domenico was used to repeat customers, both in business and his...personal life. He loved them in the club, but was often wary of them when it came to the other part of his life. Repeats meant attachments, which meant feelings and mess, something he actively tried to avoid. But if their first night together had told him anything, he was fairly sure he didn't have to worry about that with her. It seemed she liked insulting him just as much as she liked his dick, and he was perfectly fine with that. Freud might have a something to say about, but he liked a certain level of abuse, especially if it was from a beautiful woman.

"Back for more, huh? I must've really left a mark..." he trailed off, acting as if he was intently observing her, "Yup, there it is," he pointed to a non existent hickey on a spot on her neck that he remembered paying extra attention to during their last meeting.

[milleart]

another FL doodle dump, ft. murderous mask boys, boomer flukes and more

[domvinciguerra]

"You could do that," he conceded with a nonchalant shrug, eyes dipping back down to his clipboard and running tally of inventory, acting as if he truly couldn't give a fuck. Which wasn't untrue, she could hook up with one of his bartenders and he wouldn't care, it'd make more effort for him at the end of the night, finding someone else to occupy his time. But he had fun during their last night, and it'd be a shame not to see if it could be repeated. "I'd recommend Lisa, or Luke, both great lays." He nodded his head in the direction of the two bartenders a couple feet down the bar, "But don't bother with Antonio," his head moved in the other direction, more subtly this time, "Trust me when I say he's not worth your time,"

"But if you wanna go with something tried and true, a sure-cum guarantee if you will, let me know," he finished, returning back to his paperwork once more.

isla wasn't the type of woman to go looking out for a hookup often. she had tried back home a few times but it never really led to anything she wanted to go back for. and it often led to men calling her back or getting too attached. the brunette wasn't looking for that. she just wanted sex. nothing more and nothing less... and when she met dom it was clear he had a full understanding of that. and the sex wasn't bad... at all. so, maybe she was back at puente for more. and while she normally would be embarrassed to admit such a thing here she was walking up to the owner.

"maybe..." she said, as she walked closer, hand reaching up to touch the spot. she pushed down the sensation as she remembered how his mouth felt against her skin by rolling her eyes at his comment, "or maybe i wanted to go home with one of your bartenders instead?"