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Post by Warin Ilmatar on Sept 21, 2017 14:50:11 GMT
As she stepped to the rail he leaned against one of the supporting pillars, running one of his hands through his hair. He still watched her, but more out of the corner of his eye than anything else. Though she had let him get her out of the crowd, Warin wasn't entirely sure how she would take the fact that he had almost manhandled her. He didn't really like the idea of her being mad at him, and not just because she was his alpha. He didn't want that kind of tension, not here and not now. But her response to his teasing had seemed positive and when she thanked him the hunch of his shoulders eased a little, settling back into more normal posture. That and having a little more space did him good.
He walked over to the rail next to her, leaning well over it to look out over the grounds and city and up towards the sky. The stars weren't nearly so bright here as they were in the mountains. "I would be glad to." The answer was fervent, perhaps a little more impassioned than he meant it to be. A heartbeat of silence followed and he turned his head to look at her, elbows propped on the railing and hands loosely clasped. "Maybe a tour of the gardens is in order. It'll keep us out of the worst of the crowds and we won't offend anyone by leaving too early. Unless there were people you wanted to seek out?"
He wasn't entirely sure what her plan was, or even if there was one. It was just suddenly, startlingly obvious that this place wasn't safe. Not like home. He had known it wasn't safe, otherwise he wouldn't have come armed, but it was different knowing it and feeling it. And he was definitely feeling it. It was better out here, near the open sky and with more room around them. They were both fighters, after all. He knew Alvina was old enough to have seen the war, though he didn't know the parts she'd played.
"I can't imagine you being sweet." His voice lilted in an incredulous sort of note, his smile small but present. "Sweet as a lemon maybe."
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Post by shaecayrn on Sept 21, 2017 15:28:18 GMT
Her eyes caught sight of Djinn only because of the movement as he came towards her. She would never have recognized him, so clean and wearing nothing but white. How atrocious. Ugh. He didn't give her a chance to rebel against his presence though, and she had made enough of a scene that she didn't wish to make a more socially dramatic one. He was warm as he tucked her arm through his, gallently appearing as if he had been waiting for an unescorted lady to show up. His compliment, as it came, was proper, and seemingly honest, and unwillingly sparked a slightly more true smile to her lips. But then he ruined it by leaning in, asking her with the same dose of humor that he had shown her when they met, who was guarding the kelpies. Scowling was not befitting of her current outfit, and so she didn't, instead, she turned a very sweet smile upon him. It was one that didn't match her abrasive personality that he had seen. "Why, the will-o-wisps, of course. They do that job far more often than I." She had only barely had time for the quip before another familiar face showed. Irritation flashed into her eyes. They were quite adeptly ruining the appearance of dark majesty she had gone for by swarming in. Did nobody know better? How was she supposed to keep up this particular image if nobody left her to any mystery? She dimly could see that there were still several people eyeing her from the dance floor though, and that calmed her enough to focus upon Ymir. Sweet Ymir, with her easy going smiles and unfaltering innocence. Shaecayrn had no idea how the woman survived in her business. She was so very nice. It was disconcerting. The mage managed a polite smile at the woman. "Surely, I cannot avoid every social gathering. I don't believe you've met Djinn though. Djinn, this is Ymir. Don't scare her off with your sarcasm." Oh yes, she could put on the polite facade when she wanted. She wasn't all smiles about it, for her lips still held a dangerous angle in their curve rather than sincerity, but the words came out prettily nonetheless. She was debating dragging Djinn onto the dance floor, just to see not only his reaction but the reaction of those below. And then yet another appeared at her side. Orin, with no paint upon his face, and his hair neatly, with none of his usual ornamentations, looked almost unrecognizable. He whispered in her ear as he swooped in much in the same way that Djinn had. As his skin touched hers, the electric tingle of energy would tingle against his fingers just as it had Djinn's. Though, his approach was without any compliment, merely a warning, before he decided to act as if he was her escort, apologizing for his lateness. Shimmer managed to not roll her eyes at that. He was still worried about his gods-be-damned plant. That was no fun. She was here for fun. But with his apology, came a response that kept with her show. Simply because she was the heart now of a cluster, a group that flocked to the darkness, was no reason to not continue. Her voice was a smooth purr. "Nonsense. You arrived precisely on time. Orin, meet Ymir, an old friend." She gestured to the woman, the word friend seeming odd coming out of her mouth, and then she nodded to Djinn. "And Djinn, a mischievous and irritating being who once tested my temper." Her chuckle was far too similar to the dark humor that she had held when the man had done so. Not long after that, a rather extravagantly dressed man walked through the door, allowing the herald to announce him as she had not. He seemed to ignore the crowd around her, arrowing straight to Ymir, and bowing over her hand. Words fell from his tongue like honeyed candy, a compliment that was far more fanciful and far less direct than the one that Djinn had given her. A dark brow raised at Ymir. "Be careful, Ymir. Men who speak like that are the sort to break your heart while promising you the moon." There was the true Shaecayrn, cynical and distrusting. Her head turned slightly, beads clinking behind her as she glanced between the two men who were on her arms, seeming to wait expectantly for a moment before she raised a brow. "I don't suppose one of you would be so kind as to snag me a drink?" Even as she asked, her eyes scanned the dance floor, meeting the gazes of any who were still looking at her, her lips quirked up more on one side in a smile that promised mischief. Djinn Orin Forst Ymir Bishop Seymour Ostadar Connor Lachesis |
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Post by Felix "Volkov" Cairo on Sept 21, 2017 15:30:09 GMT
There was a big difference between the two of them. She was agreeable, he wasn’t. He was quiet, she wasn’t. The difference of the two of them was such a wide range that he was sure with her agreeable and yet sociable outlook on things, his way of doing the opposite could bring her down. As she spoke in return he just chuckled quietly. Blue eyes falling shut for a moment. ”I guess we will just have to figure that out some other time.” He said. His voice was spoken in such a soft volume that those who did know him would find it strange. Felix by no means was a soft-spoken or warm person and yet the little rabbit could somehow bring it out in him. Around Larkin, he cared far deeper about things than when he wasn’t.
At the mention of Eriu, the bristling didn’t die down. She asked if they should go say hello but before he could really answer her she had suddenly stiffened and the proceeded to use him as a shield. His brows furrowed and he took a quick glance around before using his fingers to grip her chin so she would look at him. ”Taken away?” The mere thought caused a growl to enter his throat but he silenced it. He wouldn’t let someone take her not if she didn’t want to go. Not again. At least he would do what he could within his power. ”Are you talking about your brother? Or Ives?” it was Ives wasn’t it that she said she was being trained by? Or maybe she was talking about both of them since she said ‘people’. ”Maybe you sho--.” but he was interrupted. A soft familiar voice caused his earbuds to vibrate but not in a pleasant way. As if on cue the wolf too shoved his nose in the air and deeply inhaled the sweet delicious scent of the fairy. Blue eyes turned towards the pink winged fae as ended up on their side. ”Eriu… How unpleasant of a surprise.” his tone was flat but a small flick of the corner of his lip promised a small smile. His expression was not nearly as cruel as it usually were but actually held some kind of …. Respect…. Understanding…. With a small hint of resentment. ”Should have known you would have fluttered over here. You arrive with someone?” he preferred to keep such unnecessary talking about their ‘adventures’ out of the mixture for now not until they were alone. Larkin SilvarisEriu Bloodworth |
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Post by Carlisle Hilthrom on Sept 21, 2017 19:38:14 GMT
Carlisle's dark eyes turned down to their now interlocked hands, his lips pursing as he tried to find a good reply. Something that would sound eloquent and thought out, not just the musings of a common man who was very much out of his element. But before he could manufacture such words Ea was lifting his hand and letting his lips touch the rough knuckles of his hand. The action made his chest tighten with longing but the words made Carlisle tense and shake his head slowly. "I couldn't keep up, Ea." He had tried while dancing with Erius and had been horribly lost. But with Ea? He would be so distracted by the man that he wouldn't stand a chance at remembering what to do with his feet.
He had the urge to reach out, to touch this man whose palm burned hotly against his fingertips. But there was a trepidation there, a fear that he was getting into something out of his depth. Someone quite literally out of his league. "I cant keep up." But on the tail of his words was an action, an impulse that was carried out despite the nervous physician's inhibitions. He would suddenly lean in, his free hand moving to rest against the side of his neck. His thumb gently resting over the location where he could feel Ea's heartbeat in his throat. His lips moving to capture the mage's in a move that was inherently reckless and surprisingly bold for the human.
The kiss was hungry and full of the longing he had felt for weeks now. Carlisle felt himself leaning in, moving as close as possible. And then all at once he broke away with a gasp. Hurriedly finding his feet he took a few steps and rubbed a hand over his face as if he couldn't believe what he had done. His fingertips touching his lips that still tingled. "I shouldn't have- I should go home." He stammered, at a loss for what to say. "I'm not one of these people, Ea." One tan hand flung toward the doorway where inside women and men danced alike, clothed in outfits that likely cost more than his home. "I will never be one of these people. But, you are and-" He stopped speaking then, his pacing also coming to a stop as he stared at the stone beneath his feet. "-and I cant stop thinking about you." The admission made his cheeks burn brighter but he didn't dare look to see Ea's reaction.
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Post by Ea Cailean on Sept 21, 2017 21:17:49 GMT
Something glib lurked on the edge of his tongue, a response to Carlisle's refusal. Something about his tone, or the way he wouldn't look at him stalled the normally blithe fire mage. Instead he waited. For what he didn't know. What happened, he didn't expect. He almost didn't hear the repeat of Carlisle's words in the quick, desperate motion of the kiss, his eyes hooding as he leaned into it, his other hand lifting to touch Carlisle's hand where it rested on his neck enjoying and encouraging the touch. His pulse sped, long nights spent musing and fretting coming to a head all seemingly at once. Then as quickly as it had come the heat was gone. Ea hadn't even realized he closed his eyes when he opened them and blinked in confusion.
He felt Carlisle's hand begin to slid from his and quickly he let go only to catch the doctor's wrist, unwilling to let him go. He rose to his feet as well, looking first to the ballroom that Carlisle indicated and then to him. All trace of his normal carefree attitude was gone, replaced by an expression that seemed foreign on the mage's face, warring frustration and confusion and desire. His heart pounded, thunderous in his ears until the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat- and Carlisle's voice. He would have liked to say he didn't understand but... he did. He knew what it was like to be on the outside. He had fought his way here but dammit, that wasn't a good enough reason for him. Not good enough when Carlisle clearly wanted him as much as he wanted Carlisle.
"Those people are fake." Ea's voice reflected his expression, loosing some of the smoothness and suavity that normally characterized him. He thrust an accusatory finger towards the ballroom. "Certainly it's pretty and lovely but every face in there is fake. I don't need you to be one of those people. I don't want you be anyone else." His hand caught the chains looped around his neck, pulling them over his head in a rough motion, jerking them free of his hair when it caught. He would loop them over Carlisle's head in a more gentle motion, the heavy lump of amber swinging heavily on the longest chain, still warmed to his body heat.
"I told you where I came from. None of these things change that. None of them mean shit except that I can live comfortably-" He hesitated, then pressed his hand over the piece of amber that rested now on Carlisle's chest. "Except that one." His eyes sought Carlisle's, imploring him to understand. Not to turn him away. "I can't say I'm a good person, Carlisle, and I would understand if you turned me away because of that. But because you don't think you can keep up with me? Hell, I can't keep up with me." His voice had lost a little of the education, the carefully cultured diction. It took on instead a rougher edge as he leaned on the vulgarity of his youth, to caught up to even realize it.
"In every quite minute I plan when I might next make it down to the city to see you. I've dreamed of you."
Strange dreams. Dreams that woke him with aching loneliness in the night. They were not the kind of dreams he was used to having. They were mundane. Simple. Domestic. They pushed him off balance, left him reeling in the early morning hours before dawn.
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Post by Carlisle Hilthrom on Sept 21, 2017 23:15:38 GMT
He froze when Ea grasped his wrist, his dark eyes briefly jerking toward him before he forced them away. He had followed when Carlisle had hurried to his feet and Carlisle felt a trickle of unease in his chest. A strange fear that he wasn’t even aware he had. But then the words came tumbling forth. Words that made his lids slide shut over his eyes until he heard the sound of chains. He couldn’t be enough for this man. What little they even knew about one another as it was he already knew he wasn’t enough. He would never be enough. But being told he was, it was a truth he found hard to believe.
He watched as the necklaces were roughly pulled away, the lines in his forehead deepening when Ea roughly yanked them from his hair. ”Don-“ But then those heavy chains were lifted over his head and the weight of a heavy stone rocked against his chest. He could feel the warmth of it even through his clothing, or maybe that was just his imagination. It meant something he said and Carlisle could recall that night how he had said he wore his wealth. These expensive things he had never had. He felt almost foolish for approaching Ea in such a way, putting him in this situation when he had been enjoying a wonderful night. But seeing a princess in his arms….it had made their differences very clear.
Carlisle stared at the mage in silence, his hand slowly rising. Pausing once as if he had second thoughts. And then continuing until it could rest atop Ea’s that pressed the stone into his chest. The mage went on to say he wasn’t a good person and at that Carlisle had to shake his head. ”I don’t know what makes you think that way.” His voice rumbled softly, reluctant to be heard. Someone who brought a street child in, offered to pay for treatment, and sat up with the boy all night was not someone Carlisle could picture as anything but good.
He heard that precise moment when all the learned pretenses fell away. When the elegant speech and diction was lost in a flood of truths and emotion. He was reminded again that Ea wasn’t truly ‘one of these people’. He dressed like them, was wealthy like them. But deep down he was still someone who had learned at a very early age that life was cruel. He had no silver spoon in his mouth. No one to dry his tears. Ea was in every way a self-made man and perhaps braver that Carlisle could ever venture to be.
The admission that he had dreamed, that Carlisle wasn’t the only one left with these desires made his heart race a little faster. How he had managed to make an impact on someone like Ea he didn’t know. He was utterly boring and Ea was like fire itself, unpredictable and just as likely to burn your palm as warm it. ”You will get bored with me, Ea.” He said softly, barely speaking. His reasons even to himself sounded weak and useless. This couldn’t end well but like a moth to a flame he felt compelled to take the trip regardless and enjoy every moment until he fell from the sky with his wings burned from his back because he flew just a little too close to the sun.
He reached out to gently push the coppery locks that had been mussed behind his ear, much as he had one night many weeks ago. ”…But until you do, I’m here.”
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Post by Djinn on Sept 22, 2017 1:02:18 GMT
Djinn had been thrilled to find someone that would at least be of some amusement. Sadly though others began flocking to her in droves. He gave Ymir a friendly smile, Orin much the same although a bit faded, and by the time Seymour joined the party he was all but done with the little gathering. He could have no good fun among such a group. He patted Shimmers arm then slipped his away. "I'll get you one." He said smiling. The perfect gentleman. Only when he walked away he didn't even bother to hide that he was walking in a completely different direction than the refreshments. Instead, he began to work his way through the dancers. Accidentally bumping someone and easily slipping the tiny bag of coins he had snagged into one of his pockets with an apparent heartfelt apology.
He continued on through the swirling dancers until he came upon a rather well-dressed woman who was dancing with a man whose gaze rarely left Shimmer. Good lord is he going to join the flock? He pretended an accident, his chest bumping into Solara's back with enough force to make her stumble but not fall. Djinn would of course 'catch' her. His hands gripping her slender waist as he pretended to give her a moment to catch her balance. She wormed away all too quickly with a glare in his direction. It had been a loss anyway, to be dressed so nice she didn't seem to have coin stashed anywhere. "My apologies." Djinn said with a dip of his head but cast a wink at her despite his gentleman facade.
He assumed her partner was too enamored with Shimmer to notice anyway. Now if he had been down here when she walked in he could have made a killing. All those people staring at her would have been ripe for the taking. Oh well... He started to move through the dancers again, a shark looking for easy prey.
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Sept 22, 2017 1:17:53 GMT
So much happened so quickly. Ymir had scarcely communicated with Shae; no, not even scarcely. She hadn’t even communicated with Shae, before a looming figure in sleek clothing with long, neatly groomed hair stepped up to her other side. Despite her attempt to hold her chin high, she faltered in her steps with the appearance of the second man. Was she really so well-connected that she had two dates to fall in with? But no, her responses to her companions were not as friendly as Ymir might’ve expected. Then again, Shae was not the type she would’ve described as friendly. Dropping a hand to rest on the railing, she continued forward until she stood to the side of the then trio, her eyes flicking from the newest of the companions, to the one who had first appeared, as if considering them curiously, before she looked to Shae. She couldn’t avoid every social gathering? The curiosity of just what others, given the state of her relations with many of the other mages, immediately came to mind. Her displays, powerful as they were, were so very disconcerting. That was the reason, after all, why she had so urgently approached upon recognizing her. The thought was interrupted as the beauty quickly navigated her social situation, as she was situated between the pair. Ymir’s pretty, dark eyes widened with the introduction of the first man, the one with hair that was shorter than the other’s, before she in turn offered a small, polite nod. The second introduction followed nearly as quickly as the first. Djinn, and Orin. Neither she was familiar with; she was curious if these were affiliates from her… dealings. Brushing some hair out of her face, she tried a small smile. “It’s nice to meet you both.” He appeared in a suit of fine, blue velvet. Certainly, he would’ve been disappointed to know that she had missed his announcement with the distracting trio in front of her. At once, however, he took her hand and his body pitched forward, bowing. Shae’s words came as a warning almost pointedly before he rose. Again, Ymir’s eyes widened, this time her cheeks flushing red. “Th-thank you Seymour! You don’t need to do that.” Half trying to straighten him up, half trying to extricate herself for the feeling of being cautioned like a child by the other woman, she turned quickly back to Shae. Perhaps, somehow, she was the slightest bit emboldened by the other woman. She wasn’t on the closest of terms… but everything pertaining to relationships or the implications of them made her uncomfortable. Her voice came as a mix between that of an instructor and a friend. “You seem… busy. Don’t get in too much trouble before I see you later!” She turned quickly to Seymour, seeming to hesitate before she awkwardly took his hand and sought to flee down the stairs. @shaecaryn Orin Forst Seymour Ostadar Djinn |
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Sept 22, 2017 1:39:00 GMT
I do owe you my life. In the warm light of the ball, looking down at her so beautifully adorned in the dress he'd chosen, Connor's demons were almost entirely forgotten. There was something about her, something he couldn't easily describe. Perhaps it was the same quality which allowed him the indulgence of referring to her as a friend in the truest sense. Regardless, he bowed his face, the corner of his lips grazing her temple lightly. "I think that's a bit much, but if that is how you want to qualify the fact that you are here, who am I to judge." The comraderies they shared, he thoroughly enjoyed them. With the dark-skinned woman having appeared, and his attention (and suspicion) having been drawn toward her, Connor’s eyes lingered with those of one of his men. As if communicating something from across the crowd, his chin dipped slightly, before he fleetingly glanced to the mage-woman again. Solara’s little quip caught his attention, even before he looked back to her. At once, the Commander’s lip twitched, very nearly curling into a sneer. Mercifully, Solara guided him as he lowered her down into a dip that would’ve obstructed his face from the crowed. With a resolve that hid any inkling of pain (or rather, a lack of feeling altogether) in his hand, he spoke quietly. “There are others posted here that can handle the situation in the same way I would. Dancing won’t be a part of it, and I won’t leave you like that.” He squeezed her hip lightly in the place where his hand still lingered from their dance. “If you can find something else, I’ll make it up to you regardless.” There was a sultry, flirtatious quality in the way he uttered the last bit. The Immortal man had righted her for only a few seconds when a figure bumped into them. Specifically, Solara. He did not move, feet planted firmly in place as he quickly extended a hand, his uninjured one, to support her shoulder, even as the person sought to right her himself. His dark eyes narrowed, not having missed the fleeting touch… or that fact that this had been one of those who had appeared at the stairs with the prettily dressed mage. At once, as quickly as he had bumped her, the man was stepping away. Connor’s hand dropped from Solara’s shoulder, in a flash grasping the man by the forearm. The gesture, to any wayward eyes, might’ve resembled a shake, with the way Djinn’s hand would be positioned along Connor’s forearm. The force with which the man brought him to a screeching halt however, was anything else but friendly. The Immortal Commander leaned in closer, voice dropping to a lower tone. “You should be careful about who you try that with in this place. I hear the mortal king’s guard will take a hand from a thief… Though my men would rather take a head.” Solara Ell Polst Djinn
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Post by Alvina on Sept 22, 2017 1:51:27 GMT
She nodded, some of the tension leaving her body as he seemed to agree with her intention. Seemed to understand. With his suggestion however, her eyes flicked from where they’d met his to instead turn outward toward the gardens. Another glance, seeking out a stairwell to the far side of the balcony on which they were perched. “If I find anyone in the gardens, so be it. There isn’t anyone I want to see inside.” Between the Commander and the mage cloaked in smoke… There was a bad taste left in her mouth at the thought.
She lingered from where she leaned on the railing, her gaze moving back from the stair well to again meet his own. Then, at once, his voice lilted. Alvina’s nose wrinkled briefly, before her own smile, one which she tried to suppress, overtook her features. “I suppose that is fitting. Considering I do gather lemons,” her hand extended, giving him a small prod – something entirely playful in that moment – to the hollow of his shoulder, “and make them into lemonade. Or so some would say.” There was nothing but affection in her voice as she referenced the Pack which awaited their return home. The Pack… Of course, the interim leader until she returned was set. But the Alpha could not say she enjoyed leaving them for any significant period of time. It already had felt light ages, even if they’d pushed for a breakneck pace in arriving to the place.
With that thought in mind, she reached to grasp his hand, aiming to take the lead as she sought to escape with him to the quiet of the gardens
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Post by Djinn on Sept 22, 2017 2:11:08 GMT
Solara had been relieved to not lose her companion. The thought of being forced to mingle with people she despised was not a pleasant one. She bit her lip and grinned at Connor's teasing words but her smile fell away when someone bumped into her. A glare was sent his way and she recoiled from his wandering hands and closer to Connor.
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He had sent the dark haired vixen on of his best smiles and a wink and begun to move away. Unfortunately, her companion was rather quick to snatch him into a not so friendly shake. Djinn's eyebrows shot up almost comedically as he stumbled back to see the man. Well, wasn't he just the hero. Connor would lean in and Djinn while still smiling obliged. It was times like that that his mouth would get him into trouble. Deep trouble. Once Mr.Lawman said his full Djinn rocked back on his heels and smiled, still lightly clutching his hand. "I'm not entirely sure what you mean. If you meant stealing your date I do apologize, I couldn't have known that she would be so taken with me."
Immediately Solara's mouth opened to tell him in not so nice terms that he wasn't her type. But Djinn held up his free hand as if offering them a deal. "Here now, I'll tell you what. No use to ruin such a nice party just because you had to go and get a hair up your ass about something. I'll just move along and maybe eventually miss-" Solara was shooting daggers from her eyes at this point, he waited for her name and even wriggled his fingers as if to encourage her. Solara eventually spoke, "You asshole I-" Djinn as smooth as ever deftly selected one of her words to be her name. "Miss Asshole here will forget all about me." That was all it took for a pale hand to suddenly shoot out and catch Djinn squarely in his cheek with a loud smack. Solara was steaming and a few eyes had turned their way. Djinn though was still smiling and rubbing his cheek as he looked over to conversationally speak with one of the onlookers.
"Women. Am I right? I can't help if she has a wandering eye." Solara would have ripped his eyes clear out of his head if she were given half the chance. And if she wasn't in a room surrounded with his superiors. "I need a moment." She said stiffly, trying and failing to keep her cool. She needed to get out of this ballroom before she killed the arrogant prick. And still the fae just smiled.
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Post by Arlyn on Sept 22, 2017 3:09:26 GMT
Within all of the commotion, a man stood just outside the entryway toward the dining hall. Dressed in fine clothing, although he was but a mere attendant. He rung a small bell, however as a mage stood next to him the sound echoed through the room, hoping to garner everyone's attention. Once the chimes were done, the same herald from before stood next to the two.
"Dinner is ready to be served," he announced. He then bowed, making his exit toward the dining hall. Another soon arrived to take his place. "Please attend the dining hall for the Under the Sea Feast. The King shall be arriving there shortly." Then he made his exit as well. As the ballroom began to fill with chatter once more, most people however headed into the direction of the dining room, where the scent of the delicious food wafted from.
(This is just a transition to the Under the Sea Feast. All characters are welcome to continue dancing or to head toward the dining hall for Dinner. It is not mandatory for them to go to the dinner but this would be a good place to wrap up any loose ends for this thread. Though they can also continue to dance or go wherever they please.) |
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Post by Ives Beaumont on Sept 22, 2017 19:23:22 GMT
At his question Ives then smiled briefly. "It is good to see you looking different sometimes," was the answer he gave. But no, he didn't prefer Rook wearing formal attire and all cleaned up compared to usual. It was just, intriguing, to see him this way. He liked the man no matter what he wore, though he was often roughened up of some kind. It was indeed a contrast, seeing him wear a suit and his locks all straightened down. On the other hand Ives didn't probably look too much different from normal, as Lore Keeper he is expected to wear formal attire. If Ives had the same look Rook had, he probably couldn't live with himself, however, that did not make him think less of Rook. As Rook then spoke again, Ives' dancing slowed, to merely just standing there only slightly moving his body to the sound of the beats. If Rook didn't wish to dance, which Ives thought was likely, he didn't want to force him to. Though, he enjoyed this brief little one they had together, and he looked at him with longing before his eyes softened. He didn't wish to dance with anyone else. "Rook... We don't-" but then he was interrupted by the chimes of the bell, his head immediately turning toward that direction. Listening to what the herald had to say, his attention then briefed back to him.
"I guess we should head over there then," he gave another curt smile. "But... we don't have to get a tutor, it was only a suggestion," he said, walking in the same direction as everyone else that had headed in. He tried to play it off as a joke, however he did not say that he was only teasing. Because in fact it wasn't, though he now wished that they had something they could in fact do together. But dancing was a horrible idea. Rook of course was appalled by it. Then again what would they want to do together? He guessed then this was it. But what would happen once they return to the Grand Library? Was Rook going to stay there again? They really hadn't spoke much about what happened after he didn't come back in the morning like he had said, however Ives assumed that was because of the Almoner. Other than that he assumed things would return to normal. Though, what things? The plant was so far off in their minds, as if it were defeated. But it wasn't. However, what would they do then, when they returned? Perhaps he should look for Larkin. Many days she was missing. Didn't she have a brother of the sort? Maybe he could contact him. Either way, he let the thoughts fade, just wishing to enjoy this night with Rook. |
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Post by Ea Cailean on Sept 22, 2017 19:59:18 GMT
He felt strangely naked and vulnerable without the weight of the amber rocking against his chest. Though jewels and gold still shimmered on his hands and wrists, it was that piece that made him feel uneasy, stripped of his security. He noted too, Carlisle's sudden flash of the eyes when he had siezed his wrists and the fire mage felt a pang of regret, of guilt. He couldn't stop what had been set in motion now though. Not when the words stumbled from his mouth, ugly and unrefined. He leaned turned his face towards the palm that brushed his hair back so gently, pressing his lips to it for a brief, fleeting instant.
Ea couldn't bring himself to refute Carlisle's words. He might grow bored. He didn't think it would, but it had happened before with other people. But this felt... different. It wasn't Carlisle's looks that attracted him though he certainly enjoyed looking at the doctor. It was his kindness that had struck Ea deeply. He stepped closer, his grip on Carlisle's wrist softer now so he could easily pull away if he wanted. He bowed his head to rest his forehead against the dark-suited shoulder, letting out a deep sigh. The announcement for dinner shattered the quiet air of the balcony, breaking the background of music and conversation. He didn't move for a moment.
"I would still like to dance with you, sometime. For now, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner?" His composure was back, mostly. Though the words were again a little smoother, a little easier, there was something dampened about his expression, less showy. Less extreme. Like a fire banked down to coals, something that was easier to be near and would last the night. Slowly, almost hesitantly he hand slid from Carlisle's wrist and crept around his waist, gently guiding him towards the dining hall and keeping him close as though afraid he would lose him in the crowd otherwise.
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Bisexual.
Its complicated.
Elf
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Post by Rook Thriasi on Sept 22, 2017 20:08:45 GMT
Rook didn't speak. Even as he felt the disappointment building in Ives. Disappointment that he was certain would be denied if mentioned.But thankfully dinner was announced and Rook's shoulders sagged in relief. Distraction would be fantastic at that moment. He didn't reply to Ives comment about not needing a tutor although his guilt only mounted. He walked a few steps behind Ives just to avoid the possibility of further conversation as they went to the dining hall.
~Rook Exit~
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