Once Upon a Mid-July Night and ‘twas nearly morning. Pink patches ribboned through the inky sky.
Felix sighed and settled into the Louis XIV chesterfield. He loosened his olivine cravat. The lamp’s glow captured a glimmer of the large Peridot stone in the ring he wore on his left hand. The jewel’s hue exactly matched the colour of the ascot.
“It was a successful evening.”
Across sat Olaf in a green La-z-boy chair and while it did not go with the décor it accommodated his tall and stocky frame better than the antique furnishings. From the adjacent lamp, light shone on his hair, and with the reflection of the crimson walls, gave his head the appearance of a red halo.
With eyes half closed, Felix agreed. “We made a wise choice to attend the Southhapton ball.”
Olaf pulled a starched linen handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at the corner of his mouth. “Such a fine class of blue-bloods.”
“The ladies tonight were magnificent. Tessa in her golden gown and lovely décolletage was delectable.”
“Yes,” Olaf agreed. “I noticed. But Rebecca enchanted me all night. I couldn’t get enough. Her chestnut hair kept falling out of its pins and she must have had her green velvet gown specifically designed to harmonize with her eyes.”
“A perfect evening. Warm enough to linger with the ladies in the garden without them calling for a wrap and the scent of the lavenders was not so heady as to take away from their female perfumes.”
A knock sounded on the oak door “Enter,” declared Olaf.
Attired in a formal black suit the butler stepped into the room, a platinum tray held behind his back.
“Will there be anything else sirs?” He glanced at each gentleman.
“Night cap?” Asked Olaf.
“No I am thoroughly sated.”
“As am I,” and Olaf fell back into his chair lacking energy to move.
Felix said, “No Janosh. You can go to bed now.”
“Very good Sir,” and the butler vanished into thin air.
The two men sluggishly rose from their seats, extinguished the lamps, headed to the marble staircase and descended into the mansion’s caverns.
Olaf yawned. “Oh I am tired.”
Felix concurred. “We both need a rejuvenating rest.”
So saying they tucked themselves into their fine stone sarcophagi.
Blogophilia Week 26.6 – Once Upon a Mid-July Night
(Hard, 2 pts): Have something vanish into thin air
(Easy, 1 pt): Mention olivine