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| An Unexpected Invitation, An Unexpected Situation | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 17 2009, 08:01 PM (149 Views) | |
| Andromalius | Jun 17 2009, 08:01 PM Post #1 |
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The invitation had arrived, eliciting a raised brow. White hands gripped it tightly as their master's dark gaze drifted over the writing twice and thrice. He had received it in Morrim, while upon his duties as Her Highness's new council member. Everyone of any kind of importance seemed to have received one as well. He had never heard of the 'Ersatz Dynasty' before, nor the location in which the event was to be held. Was this a trick? Would this dynasty come between him and his dreams of devastation? Having no knowledge of who his possible enemies were, there was only one way to find out. It had been arranged with Sphynx prior that she was to be his attending lady, but only after re-assuring her that it was strictly business, and that these people might become a threat in the long run if they were to rise up and oppose his - their - ideals. And so, the night before, after a long, cleansing bath, the apparition faded into his wardrobe to retrieve an artical of clothing turned grey with the dust of neglect. The evening of, one arm slid into the sleeves, followed by another. He fastened it all up, pulled on his boots, fixed his hair, and hurried down the staircase to catch his carriage. "Sphynx! Let's go!" he commanded, rather than asking if she was ready. At the arrival, some unknown, faceless servant elegantly opened the door to the black carriage carried by two white horses. Andromalius was the first to step out, wincing painfully at the sunlight, raising a hand to block its assault. When light graced his features, he was obviously done up like a regular nobleman. His shirt was light gray and high-collared, a button-down with inch-wide cloth fastens. Tied around the base of his throat was a thick dark gray-blue ribbon. His breeches were black, tucked into shin-high boots, the same color as the ribbon, with black feet. The stitching on said boots was the color of granite, and set into the pair in elegant designs. Over all of it was a dark gray-blue, closed, double-breasted longcoat, its own collar high and folded over with silver trimming and accents. The front of it reached his thighs, while as it followed to his back side, it dipped down to his ankles and split into two tails. Lastly, his hands were covered by a pair of fingerless gray gloves, fingerless because his lethal talons could not be hidden without ruining fabric. The mage's hair was tied back tightly into an incredibly simple and neat low ponytail, tied with a silver ribbon, save a somewhat wavy wisp that ventured into his face. He did not turn his head when offering Sphynx his hand to assist her from her seat. His eyes were glued to the citadel. ...This... is it? This pile of rubble? "Mm," he murmured distastefully. "At least we look pretty." And that was when he spotted it, the pathway to the place, shimmering above the ocean. It clicked. He blinked. Still, he had no clue what lay in store for them, partially the reason he insisted the Necromancer accompany him, in case his tricks weren't enough to get him out of a bad situation or trap. "Well, shall we?" |
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| Sphynx | Jun 17 2009, 09:07 PM Post #2 |
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Sphynx had received the exact same invitation, only she was at her home when she received in letter. The first time she read the thing, she laughed out loud. She had attended enough balls and celebrations in her lifetime, and she had no intention of attending this one, especially since the last one she had been to turned out so well. No intention at all, until Andromalius brought it up the next time they had seen each other. At first she refused, commenting on what a ridiculous waste of time it would be to worry about another Emperor that they had never heard of when Andi should be focusing his time wooing over the court in the real Empress’s kingdom. Eventually she had given in; it was only for one night, and it couldn’t hurt to learn about this, ‘Ersatz Dynasty.’ Besides, someone had to help keep him alive until he had fully recovered his powers. She took her time getting ready, even if it was under protest. As much as she enjoyed being the center of attention, she didn’t really care to dress up for a ball that wasn’t being thrown for her. But if she was going to attend, then she was going in style. She had selected one of her most regal gowns made mostly of a light grey taffeta that shined silver when the light hit it correctly and crinkled elegantly when she moved. The front of the sleeves were just as long as the tips of her fingers, while their back was even longer and ended in a point several inches on. The insides of the sleeves, as well as an accent piece down the entire front of the dress, were a dusty, dark blue color that accented her eyes quite well. Grey laced crossed several times over the top of the darker hue and tied at her waist. The gown had a high collar that circled around the back of her head, and around her neck was a choker made of several strands of silver, culminating in a large sapphire teardrop just above the hem of her neckline, which was a bit lower than she normally wore. She wore a thin silver headband in her hair, not quite a tiara, but not simple either. She had arranged to get ready in one of the guest rooms at the tower so that the pair could travel together. She paced the room impatiently until she heard his summons. She made her way down the stairs and out the door, figuring that if she had to wait much longer she would have changed her mind. He was already in the dark carriage when left the tower, and suddenly she wondered if she should have kept him waiting a bit longer. The drive was uneventful and dull, though it generally is when you are going to a place and would rather be somewhere else. When they arrived, she took the offered hand with one of her own while at the same time using her other hand to lift up the skirt of her dress as she exited the carriage. Her eyes strayed to the mountain of rocks the moment that the cleared the carriage door. “Oh dear. Are you sure this is the right place?” She stood next to him in the sunlight, where she finally got her first real glimpse of him since they had left. She had to admit, he cleaned up well for one as old as he. “Yes, we do look very nice this evening.” It was about as close to a compliment as he was going to get from her. If she noticed the color scheme of his clothing, almost the exact same shades she had picked for the evening, for once she kept her mouth shut. Instead she nodded her agreement and let him lead off in the direction of the pathway that would supposedly take them into the citadel. |
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| Andromalius | Jun 18 2009, 10:40 AM Post #3 |
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"Yes, this is the correct location." Before starting off, he offered her his arm. He knew he wouldn't trip on the glass, but it would be wholly embarrassing if his date did, and he couldn't have that, so masking the gesture as something proper and gentlemanly, he would also offer to be her anchor. Up they went, one foot at a time. He kept his head held high like a nobleman would, and the closer and closer they got to the ruins, the more they began to change... Andromalius looked on in fascination of what appeared before him. The skies grew darker, and seemed to turn to twilight in the span of only a minute. What kind of massive magic was this? How old was this place? How long had these people been here without his knowledge? He was incredibly surprised there was anything left in the western lands that he didn't know about. It made him feel vulnerable, made him feel that perhaps these people... were not ones to be trifled with, and perhaps they'd keep to themselves during his dark campaign. When they reached the top of the pathway, the mage hesitated, keeping down the bile that threatened to surface at the sight of so much life and so many ...flowers. Well, now he knew he'd probably have to conquer these people as well, if anything than just to ruin their garden. "Disgusting..." he muttered, and began to walk again, through the wretched flowers, until their reached the front gate. Both behemoth doors began to open, just enough for a pair to comfortably walk through. He didn't spare eye contact to the faceless servants, but instead placed his attention on the guests and their elegant appearances. He'd still have to say that Sphynx and he were the most attractive... The mage once again continued until they were able to enter the ball room. He glanced around himself in amazement at the peculiar architecture, but at least it was nice and dark in here. The colors suited him. He and his date were announced. Anromalius supposed the two in the middle of the room were the ones the party was being held for. The cordial thing to do would be to greet the host and hostess, so he led Sphynx over towards them, bowing low to present them with the top of his head. He really didn't spare them any more attention, though. Not yet, anyways. Perhaps later he would have to engage them in a battle of wits to see just what he was up against, but for now, the Phantom was going to join the party. If he had been invited, who knows who else had. |
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| Sphynx | Jun 22 2009, 03:14 PM Post #4 |
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She said nothing more as she took the offered arm, and they made their way down the path. She made no protest at having to take his arm, though it was an awkward feeling to be so physically close to him. It was a façade that must be kept up as long as necessary, even if it meant that she had to touch him. She was graceful enough for the both of them as they made their way towards the true citadel, floating with ease along the path. Sphynx was only slightly sulking at the look of the place, but her expression changed to one of apprehensive curiosity when they stepped onto the glass flooring of the walkway. Everything changed so suddenly, yet still seamlessly. It was an effect that she hadn’t seen in quite a long time, and she didn’t even think that there was anyone alive anymore who used that style of illusion magic. Once the rubble had dissipated, showing the glass palace within, the place was quite nice. It wasn’t really in her tastes, but it was large and grand, and she supposed that one could get used to living in such a place. Or course she would have completely redone the garden, planting darker colors and older trees to more suit her style. She had never really liked flowers, though trees she had no qualms with. Apparently Andromalius had similar feelings about the gardens here, though once again she kept silent. It wasn’t something that was at all characteristic of her, but it was something she was doing more and more often these days; keeping quiet. She recognized a couple of faces as they walked into the hall, though she gave them no attention as she was steered towards the center of the room where their hosts were sitting upon a dais. She gave a low curtsey as Andromalius bowed towards the couple. She even managed a smile towards the woman sitting there, though it vanished from her face the moment she stepped away. She gazed around the room once again, now that her duty of greeting the hosts had been accomplished. Most of the other couples were dancing, though a few stray people were merely making their way through the room, chatting, eating food that the servants walked around with. The food held little interest for her, though she enjoyed dancing. There was a skill to it that very few people actually excelled at, though of course she considered herself to be fairly well versed in that art form. She turned towards her escort, as casual as could be. “Would you care to dance?” She remembered only too well the last time she had attended a dance, and left Tsuki alone on the floor. She wasn’t about to make the same mistakes or let the same memories get the best of her again. |
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| Andromalius | Jun 22 2009, 09:26 PM Post #5 |
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Okay... now what, he thought to himself. The architecture was only so fascinating for an old soul like him to a certain extent. His eyes would come and go from the mysteriously silent couple in the center of the room. This place, no doubt, had a very eerie quality to it, like is you fell asleep you, you may never wake up, and every night would be filled with gowns, banquets, servants, and dancing. It gave even him a little bit of a chill, and soon he was becoming more and more anxious in this strange environment. So far, he recognized no one here... but wait. Off on the other side of the room, the singular familiar face. It was the girl he'd nearly killed in the cave of his mountains. What in the world was a pathetic little worm like her doing at a grand ball like this? No matter. She didn't deserve the attention he had already spent on her, so he would waste no more time on the matter. "Would you care to dance?" said the woman beside him. Her turned his head in her direction, raising a brow with a subtle surprise that she would ask him, or even that she wanted to partake in such a frilly occasion. But, the brow lingered as he smiled, stepping around until he stood before her. "If it is what my lady desires..." his tone was nearly sarcastic. Regardless, he placed a hand to his chest and gave her a bow, bending at the waist perfectly, his other hand rising with the palm of it blossoming for her to join with, so that he may lead her out onto the dance floor as a gentleman would. Edited by Andromalius, Jun 22 2009, 09:26 PM.
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| Sphynx | Jun 25 2009, 09:16 PM Post #6 |
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Andromalius seemed to be taking in the architecture of the place, though Sphynx cared little for that. He was the one focusing on all the little details; concerned for how these monarchs may affect his new world order. She already didn’t care about them. If they were really all that important or powerful, then she probably would have already known about them or the Banshee would have read about them in one of his many books. Besides the majority of their magics, or the magic that belonged to the mages that they hired, seemed to deal with illusion, which didn’t seem all that threatening. But if Andromalius wanted to worry about them, well that was his problem. She glared at him as he bowed towards her, obviously having heard the sarcasm. She considered a snappy retort, but a quick look around at all the other happy couples kept her tongue in check. Besides he actually obliged her request so perhaps she could consider a little kindness in return…she’d have to think about that. With one hand she picked up the edge of her skirt so it wouldn’t trail across the ground too much before they had reached the dance floor. Her other hand slipped into his. Though he wore gloves, they did not completely cover each finger, and she could feel just a hint of his skin brush across her hand as he led her onto the dance floor. The thought came to her that this was perhaps the first time that she had actually felt his skin against her, at least in real life. She pushed aside such a ridiculous notion; instead keeping a blank look on her face as he led her out towards the dance floor. A few couples were already dancing, including that little worm who dared to kill while on her land. She was dancing with someone whom she didn’t know, but neither did she care. She had seen Shadow enter as well, and for some reason that made her want to laugh. She hadn’t spoken to the other woman in quite some time, and she still wasn’t entire sure where things stood between them. At times they appeared to be almost friends, yet then there were moments when she had to admit that she wanted to strangle Shadow. Was that a friendship? It was probably as close as she could ever come to one. Stopping when they had reached a fairly clear spot on the floor, Sphynx placed one hand upon his shoulder and grasped the other in hers. The song that was playing was a simple, somewhat melancholy, waltz. She had never had trouble learning a dance, and the waltz was one of the first that she had ever known. Andromalius led as they made their way across the dance floor. Not only were they the best looking pair there, but they also appeared to be the most skilled at dancing. |
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| Andromalius | Jun 25 2009, 10:58 PM Post #7 |
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When he took a hold of her hand, his fingers were the long legs of spiders, curling up around her soft skin. As he stood upright to take the lead, he used the shift in position to his advantage, sensually sliding his thumb along the back of her offered appendage. It could just have been the way he normally moved, with graceful fluidity, and he did well to play it off, but it was not. It was a blunt attempt to feel her, but his expression showed nothing of the sort, eyes directed forward to where he had been leading. Arriving at a satisfactory spot, the motions were automatic, placing a hand against the spot just above the small of his partner's back and moving his arm to better position their tied grasps at their side. With a single step, he lifted her off into what could be considered the perfect waltz. His long life had left ample time to learn every nook and cranny of high society, especially including the form of civilized dance. And who didn't like to dance? Personally, he didn't think he'd ever mind sweeping a sultry Necromancer off her feet in a room full of on-lookers. He could both brag and court at the same time. "Happy to see you can keep up, Sphynx," he chimed, a smirk painted across his ghostly features. He turned his dark eyes down towards her, which held within them a mischievous glint. The hold on her back left, for only a moment, as he took the split second to lift her hand and spin her once beneath his arm, taking her back only to grant her a subtle little dip before proceeding. "My ritual chamber makes for a wonderful dance floor. Come and ask me if you ever need a partner. I'd be honored to oblige." His attention could be completely placed on her now, as he had yet to find someone else in the room worth his time. And as the music played, he seemed to become less and less concerned with who the sovereigns in the center of the room were. Edited by Andromalius, Jun 25 2009, 11:00 PM.
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| Sphynx | Jun 29 2009, 12:25 AM Post #8 |
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It wasn’t as though she loved to dance; there were very few things in this life that she actually felt love towards. She had learned proper ballroom techniques after becoming goddess, as it was expected for her to be learned in the art of the dance. But it wasn’t terrible, and at times, with the right partner, dancing could be found enjoyable. It didn’t take her long to realize that Andromalius was an almost perfect partner. His steps were fluid, seamless; a breeze for her to follow. The timing of each movement followed the music with such ease that it almost seemed as though the music were following them, as opposed to the other way around. He made each individual step seem as significant as the one before it, and she had the feeling that if he danced the entire night long that he would not show an ounce of fatigue. But what made him an almost perfect dance partner had little to do with his actual talent as a dancer. It had more to do with the movement of his thumb as it slipped along her hand when he had led her across the floor. It was because of the feel of his cold, long taloned hands on her back. It was because he was unfamiliar. It was the same reason that she had left Tsuki on the dance floor at the Summer Solstice celebration. He wasn’t the man that she was used to dancing with. She would make the best of it though. Even if the partner felt wrong, it was still a lovely dance. She eyed him suspiciously, almost taken aback at his remark on her dancing ability. Did he really think that someone as talented as she would be unable to keep up? She took in the smirk, the glint in his eyes, and actually turned her face away from his without breaking a step. “I’m insulted that you would ever think otherwise.” Of course she wasn’t actually insulted. Tonight her emotions were being completely held in check. He had invited her here to learn more about this mysterious dynasty, and that was all that she was planning on doing. If they had to dance to keep up the persona, then that was fine with her. But dancing was all that was going to happen between them. Once again her wretched dream from a few days previously flashed before her eyes. She still believed that it had been her mind that had created those vivid images, and she had yet to think of a valid reason for the occurrence. Pushing the vision from her mind for the umpteenth time, she felt herself twirl in circle and proceed to fall into the dip. She forced a hint of a smile as she registered his open invitation as they moved across the floor once again. “Well, a woman like me never really has trouble finding a partner, but if that ever happens, I’ll let you know.” She finally turned her cool blue gaze back to his at the completion of this sarcastic statement. Her tone and look both were typical; collected, self assured, and just a hint of repartee. |
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| Andromalius | Jun 30 2009, 07:54 PM Post #9 |
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The mage's dead heart fluttered, as it only ever did when he was around her and that unrelenting attitude of her's. He knew exactly why he was so fond of this one. Besides the fact that she was a physical knock-out, with eyes like ice, just as cool and unfeeling, and soft wisps of dark hair, skin like alabaster, nary a flaw, the grace upon which she carried herself, it was more that thorny personality that kept his mind buzzing with inappropriate thoughts. For the many times she had pushed the thought of the dream they'd shared away, he had thought of it twice over, and would continue to do so for a while yet. At the very least, until he could have her the same way in this world. The feeling had begun to border on obsession, which he pushed off as entirely her own fault for luring him in with her disgust of him, fake smiles, and witty assaults of rhetoric. How could he defend himself against it all? Impossible. "Oh, come now, Sphynx," he rolled his eyes as she turned her face away from him. "It was a light-hearted challenge. Anything to get an actual rise out of you, you're so utterly devoid of excitement. That, you have my permission to take offense for, because that was an insult." Once again, the idea of the party hosts had fallen far from his mind. This would mark the first time she'd allowed him to physically touch her, also the first time he'd tried, and he supposed he did so only due to her request. He had to keep himself in check within her presence, for if she had a clue as to his feelings, not only would he potentially lose a future queen, but also a very valuable piece in the grand scheme of world domination. He would not handle the situation without consideration for every part of his plans she touched upon. "Mm, I don't suppose you would have trouble, being the goddess that you are. Fine gentlemen ought to be clamoring for your attention, and if not, you'd surely make them with a few death threats, right?" he met her gaze when it had returned, quirking a brow at her as if awaiting a response. "Or.. kill their mothers, plague their fields, and inspire frightening bed-time stories." The smile he displayed now with the lifted brow was one of charm, dashing upon the expression of an equally dashing man, suited this evening in garbs that would only amplify the amount of dash wholly combined within him. Really, tonight no lady stood a chance. |
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| Sphynx | Jul 5 2009, 09:10 PM Post #10 |
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She was entering dangerous waters, and she knew it. His cold skin began to feel warm from prolonged exposure to her own flesh, and she found herself examining him closer than she ever had before. Had his skin always been as pale as that? His eyes were so dark and empty she could imagine how easy it would be lose herself in them if she didn’t constantly keep her own emotions in check. And even she had to admit that the silver of his clothing was a perfect match for his complexion. He had gone to great lengths to spruce up his attire for this evening, and he looked quite dashing. She was sure that there was some female within this room that would consider him handsome; perhaps even several. And that thought, that she was the one dancing with this charming creature, drawing looks from all across the room, excited her more than the dance itself, and he was a very good dancer. The corner of her mouth twitched at his marked insult. “I’m devoid of excitement? I…am…full of excitement! You are the boring one; spending all your time locked in that tower of yours with nothing but books to keep you company.” Surprisingly, now that he had actually insulted her, and admitted to it, she didn’t seem the least bit upset. Her lips gained a slight curl to them and even her eyes seemed different, thawed somewhat. She was actually teasing him back; a feat normally reserved for, well, no one really. But with the festivities of the evening and the seemingly lack of threat from their hosts, she was starting to feel herself relax. Her mood was growing more casual as she felt less of a need to watch her back or try to impress others, knowing that they were already the most impressive pair there. She gently shrugged her shoulders and smirked. “A lady does not make death threats, nor would one admit all her secrets.” The smirk smoothly changed into a look of seductive secrecy; playful yet coy. They had been whirring around the room for several songs by now, and she was actually having a decent time, which she had not expected upon receiving the invitation. But it seemed that there was much more to do than just dance. “How about some refreshments?” By which she really meant wine. She slowed her step, knowing that he would have no problem in slowing along with her, even though he was the one leading to begin with. Even more people had entered the festival now, filling up the tables, the dance floor, milling about by the sidelines when they were unable to find a proper date. She was starting to recognize more faces, which was slightly unfortunate. She found that she didn’t actually care for most of the people that were in attendance. What a surprise. |
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| Andromalius | Jul 8 2009, 12:18 AM Post #11 |
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Her reaction to his insult forced a chuckle from him, displaying an unbridled amount of amusement. His eyes were softening through it, possibly to the point of someone who had been paying attention to guess that he was beginning to have a good time. And it was all her fault. "Well," he chimed, brows raising, "now I have you to keep me company, don't I?" His smile was genuine, however slight. He could feel his pulse in his throat, a sign that he was giving too much of himself away to her, though the mage was so caught up in the glory of the moment, that he didn't yet realize it. He was breaking her ice, if only just a bit, a difficult thing to accomplish, and he swelled with pride. The trick now was to not overstep his bounds... And then she gave him a look he had not seen her give before. All the dusty organs in his body melted and filled his shoes. There was a break in the fluidity of his step for a split second, quickly recovered, but noticeable. He played it off as and end to their dancing, ignorant as to if it had worked or not. "Yes. Refreshments." In the embarrassment of allowing himself to open up far too much, and nearly stumbling from a glance, the facade was re-erected, smile fading, eyes shifting quickly back to their previous chilly intensity. The mage's arms fell away quickly, squeezing his left hand idly into a fist for a moment just to measure its claminess. The gloves did well to hide it right now, but if she ever looked at him that way again, he'd be done for. Clearing his throat, he nodded to where the wine could be found. "Shall we?" There was no real need to move from their place, servants everywhere jumping at the chance to bring someone something, but getting off the dance floor right now was imperative, so he led the way, finding a somewhat lonely section of the room. A white finger curled at a servant, and in an instant, he was there, smiling a fake smile plastered on an unreal face. "Drinks," he commanded. "Red wine." The command was taken and soon he'd returned with two crystal glasses, half filled with a dark burgundy fluid. Andromalius took both and handed one to his partner, glancing away to take a sip, trying to keep the moment from being as unawkward as possible. "I don't think these people are a threat," he finally said after a moment. "Even if they are powerful, seems they've been here for a while without interfering at all in the outside world." |
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| Sphynx | Jul 8 2009, 12:26 PM Post #12 |
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She felt her jaw clench a fraction as her shoulders tensed. The chuckle, the smile, his words…she hadn’t meant for him to get as comfortable as he had, and his words sent a coolness down her spine as her guard sprang back up. She didn’t really know how to respond, so she simple said nothing, instead forcing a smile, though a small one that disappeared quickly. Her face became a mask of blank emotion as his step faltered and they slowed to a stop. Her arms dropped quickly to her sides the moment they had both come to a complete halt. She was glad that he was taking her up on her offer to get something to eat or drink; she didn’t really feel like dancing anymore. Her steps carried her off of the dance floor after him as he led to an empty table. She took the seat directly across from him, the furthest that she could get while still sitting at the same table. It also was the seat the provided the best view of his face, and she was going to have to watch him more closely as the night drew on. She accepted the wine glass in silence and set it down on the table without taking a drink. She felt incredibly ridiculous; like a teenager on her first date, and a bad one at that. In her opinion he seemed to have grown just as uncomfortable as she had at his momentary lapse in usual behavior, but it was difficult to be sure, as he was a master at displaying whatever emotion he wished, whether it was true or not. “I was thinking the same thing.” Sphynx latched onto the change in topic, glad for to talk about something completely unrelated. “Even with all of the illusion magic surrounding this location, they have yet to show any desire for power or violence.” The wine glass finally made its way to her lips as she took her first sip, which actually consumed about half of the contents. The combination of a new conversation and the alcohol so that she could sit back in a more comfortable position in the chair, even if her fingers of one hand were still clenched in a fist on her lap under the table. “How are things in the capitol?” The question was casual with just enough curiosity to sound natural. It was common knowledge by this time that he was a member of the Empress’s council, so she knew such a simple question would not seem out of place if anyone had overheard their conversation. She knew that he wouldn’t actually give anything anyway, but she was glad to talk about something, anything but herself. |
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| Andromalius | Jul 13 2009, 11:56 AM Post #13 |
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"They have yet to show anything, really," he muttered quietly behind the crystal, his eyes flicking in the direction of the silent, unmoving couple, like corpses. This place was odd, they were odd, and he was beginning to feel significantly out-of-place. Upon the return of his gaze, it seemed as if he had accidentally landed it on the woman across from him, an accident because he couldn't seem to hold his eyes still there for longer than a brief moment. If she were to verbalize her feelings on the situation at hand, the Banshee would have agreed. The two of them were far too superior to be taking the night in such a direction. Stress. Everything was about to happen, everything he'd been working towards his entire un-life, and it would either end well, his spirit finally able to rest after enslaving the world, or it would only break him more, and he would have to go on living as a complete and utter failure. The course of the events soon to come would define him. He ought not to be getting so distracted. It was unprofessional, and would surely lead to his ruin if continued. He finally was capable of glancing back at her upon her question of things in the capital. At last, these eyes of his were familiar again, cold and distant with twisted thoughts behind them. It seemed that his presence had changed dramatically within the last few seconds of thought. He set the wine glass down, no longer feeling the need to hide behind it, and looked his partner directly in the eyes. "Things are well. It's only a matter of days before I retain enough of my original power to move on with it all. In the mean time, I'm sick of this place. I'm leaving unless you have any objections." He rested his hand on the back of the chair beside himself, giving a pass-over of all those who had chosen to attend. There was no one worth sticking around for and certainly no one here worth the effort it would take to keep a charming demeanor. |
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| Sphynx | Jul 13 2009, 02:47 PM Post #14 |
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“And I doubt that they ever will.” She couldn’t very well glance at their hosts without fully turning around in her seat, but she didn’t really feel the need to look at them again either. The pair hadn’t so much as moved since they had arrived, and she didn’t think that was about to change anytime soon, if ever. They were perhaps the most boring couple she had witnessed in a long time, though they knew how to throw a party. At least everyone else seemed to be having a good time; but by now Sphynx couldn’t wait to leave. Placing her elbow on the table, she lifted a fist to her face and rested her chin on it, growing more bored by the second. She risked a glimpse of his face while his own eyes were otherwise occupied by their hosts. He seemed to be just as uncomfortable as she had become, and she found herself wondering what was occupying his thoughts. Was his mind considering their present situation as well, or was he the type to only focus on the end goal; thoughts of ruling over everything running through his head? She didn’t know, and wasn’t sure if she cared, but now was most certainly not the time to try to figure him out. Her hand slipped from her chin and she sat up straighter, her eyes brightening just the slightest bit. “Oh thank God. I was beginning think that I would go crazy if I had to stay any longer.” She was relieved at the chance to get away, and she even gave him a small smile in gratitude for not forcing her to stay any longer than necessary. Of the few people in attendance that she knew, there weren’t many that she had any interest at all in talking to. Perhaps one, but the former water goddess seemed too preoccupied with her own escort that Sphynx decided it best not to interrupt. She took another, final sip of the free wine before casting a glance around the table, even though she hadn’t brought anything with her to leave behind. The first thing she was planning on doing once she returned home was immediately taking off this wretched dress and slipping into something more comfortable; more her. |
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