Do what I do [Ymir] Jan 8, 2018 23:32:11 GMT
Post by Maddox Sallos on Jan 8, 2018 23:32:11 GMT
Tonight was the night and he was nervous. It was a very unusual thing to get the dragon sweating but he could feel the heat of his skin starting to bead sweat. His familiar could be cruel especially to those who aren’t dragon because in their minds there was nothing better but their kind… and he thought entirely different. His kind was boring and was of the same mindset of the brink of insanity or had as weird quirks as he did. Other species though were interesting because of their many different stories and their many different lineages. He made it a point to bring a non-dragon to this family get together and what better was a mage who could shift genders? That would really kink up their tails for sure.
Even so, he was nervous.
He was nervous for Ymir oddly enough. He wasn’t sure how she was fairing so far with the night even though it had just begun and he hoped she would keep her mouth shut on the whole kidnapping thing. Not that his family would do much about it. They knew he had an obsession with outsiders but they would, of course, make it appoint to state she was further unwelcome. The dress he had picked out had fit her beautiful. It clung to every curve of her body in a very sculpted way he couldn’t have pictured it any better himself. She was the picture of elegance so far. The dark purple sat well with her complexion and complimented her already charming looks. He promptly dropped her hand after they had been mentioned and free to act normally. He hated the spotlight and he hated the touching thing even more.
As a waiter brought around a tray of wine he snagged two and handed one towards Ymir. She was welcome to it but if she didn’t take it, it was well worth noting that he would down both. Blue eyes followed a few unfamiliar faces before turning his back on them and moving to get a little closer to Ymir, voice low and in a soft warm hum. ”The only one you need to be worried about is grandfather.” he nodded his head towards the large table where an older gentleman with a none too friendly face stared out at the pool of people. ”He’s harsh and most tiptoe around him.” He spoke briefly to her how her his grandfather was painstakingly a racist towards other species and once he got wind of her not being a dragon… he would purposefully pick on her.