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Post by relampagos on Jul 4, 2009 1:00:37 GMT -6
The party from what he had been noticing that multiple people having left and wasn’t staying much after the fae had done whatever ceremonies that they had planned. He’d shrug some as he cared not much for their affairs as he looked down at saphyre and nodded some as he took the last sips of his Mojito, as well wanting to leave the place and retreat somewhere else.
“Yea lets go, I believe the party Is dying anyways so we have no need to stick around at all[/b]”
Her invite made his heart skip a beat as his hand fell and laced in hers as he walked with her through the rented garden space. A sigh fell from his chest kind of glad to get away from the fae’s, their smells sometimes were foul on his senses and sometimes they seemed welcoming but, the interaction was slowly causing his head to pound, granted he loved social outings but there was a time when enough was enough.
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Post by saph on Jul 4, 2009 8:36:27 GMT -6
She smiled hearing him accept her invitation The fae were still going strong but they were causing her to get dizzy from all of their magic.
"Any ideas on where to go then?" She really wanted airconditioning so she didn't care at this point. the price of beauty she thought.
She held onto his arm as they moved out she waved to Simon incase he looked her way as a signal she was leaving she would catch up with him again in a few days or so.
"Airconditioning is first priority though.."
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Post by relampagos on Jul 5, 2009 7:46:13 GMT -6
His eyes moved away from her to only watch where they were going, so as not to trip or fall or bump into any one or thing as he walked around people leading her in tow seeing as his hand was in hers softly caressing his thumb over the flesh.
“Well, let’s see hmm, well we can just go for a drive, or a place to eat that isn’t so rich in junk food, or we can go back to the school, or your house… The car has air conditioning so you’ll be cool there, and so does a restaurant since we’re so fancily dressed, we could always go to a very nice restaurant.[/b]”
Sort of or kind of asking her on a non formal date, or at least suggesting places they could go or things to do. He’d lead her to the baby blue Celica GTS and then opened her door for her and held her hand helping her step off the curb into the cars passenger seat. He’d move to the drivers and then closed his door, turning the car on and the Air conditioner on full blast to cool her down from the blast of chilled air.
“The night is young sweet fox, so what do you want to do?[/b]”
He’d step on the gas and drive away from the park.
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Post by saph on Jul 5, 2009 14:22:56 GMT -6
Saphyre caught up her skirts so they wouldn't be shut up in the door. She smiled though as soon as he turned on the airconditioning and promptly did something very unlady like. She hiked up her skirt so the cold air would hit her legs and she sighed in relief.
" Well you have solved the airconditioning. So I say why not lets find food. And I happen to agree Fast food wont do when we are this dressed up. So if there is anything you would like to Do why not make a show of it."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2009 17:50:23 GMT -6
with a smile and a nod Simon acknowledged Saphyre's departure happy that she found a wolf every bit as handsome as the one he had found. then with a formal bow he held his hand out to katrina and trov.
"it would be an honor to escourt the queen of daggers to a table, if she would grant me that honor." he said flashing them the most brilliant smile any of them had ever seeen in their entire lives.
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Post by kitty on Jul 17, 2009 19:01:58 GMT -6
Katrina laughed softly the sound one of velveteen softness that brushed liek warm silk along flesh.
She smiled watching Relam leave with the vixen Cinderella.
She took Simon's offered hand. " And a Queen of Daggers would be honored by a Prince to be escorted to her table. and I am sure her page will be just as delighted."
She smiled.
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Post by Tempus on Jul 21, 2009 12:26:08 GMT -6
Tempus watched as the other guests either were blind to or merely ignored the tolling of the spring bell. It was an affront to all that the Seelie held dear that one of the darkling throng absconded the crown of spring. Not a crown of service but The crown. It was an upheaval of such an immenseness that he was sure that some other noble might declare war. It was a sign of the fading of the courts as a whole. Winter was on the horizon. To his credit he kept his peace no thing more than an affected look of boredom was visible upon him. He could see now why a zealot such as the good king sir was able to usurp a throne.
Fighting the urge to stand when Kenyon would not he instead grabbed a drink raising a toast to Sorcha. She had a boon placed upon her even at the cost of the future of their species. Shame that it was. Rome may burn but he would shed no tears he would play his fiddle and dance along to the chords of chaos about him. Raising the glass to his lips he mimed taking a drink. His nose taking in the subtle array of scents within its bouquet. Locking eyes with the newly crowned Rosmerta he sat his glass upon the nearest atable having taken nary a sip. Fiddle though he would he would do all that he could in the offing so as to not have need of his musical skills. Turning his back keeping his gaze from scrapping across Kenyon he headed toward the entrance. He was well and truly done with this sham. He would not willingly be here to worship at the feet of a power hungry Arcadian. Such was fine for mortals but one such as he, there was better to accomplish.
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