[mature] You are cordially invited [Any & All]

[leliana]

He has no business looking as good in that suit as he does, she thinks, her body practically singing beneath his touch. For a moment, the rest of the room melts away and it’s just the two of them. She leans into him, hand on his arm, her head tilted back so that she can see him. She has no idea what she has done to deserve someone like him, but her stomach flutters with the joy of it.

At his smirk, she blushes just slightly, dipping her chin down and tucking her hair behind her ear.

Which is, of course, when the rest of the world comes screaming back into reality.

She can practically feel the anger swell in him, twisting like a living thing. It responds to stimulus both real and imagined, and she knows how it rests just below the surface, aching for release. She can feel him stiffen, feel him lift his chin, and she knows in her heart that he’s no longer with her—not fully. He swoops her behind him but she keeps her hands on him, holding onto his his arm, his waist, whatever it is that she can to remind him that she’s still here. Whatever she can do to ground him.

But he’s swept into the passion of the moment, loosening his tie, unbuttoning his jacket.

She curls under his arm and in front of him, hands splaying out across his wide chest.

“Vulgaris,” his name is sweet on her tongue, her hazel eyes expressive as she turns to address the red haired boy who had seemingly set her partner off, whether by mistake or not. Which is when Leilan throws his drink. It catches her in the face and her eyebrows shoot up in surprise as she coughs.

They should have stayed home.

Whatever alcohol that had once been in his cup now drips down the front of her, the ends of her curled hair going limp, her eyes burning slightly. She reaches up to slide the mask off her face, dropping it to the floor before she wipes her face with her palms—grateful that she wasn’t wearing a stitch of makeup.

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” she murmurs to Vulgaris, hoping to get ahead of his reaction. She blinks again, taking the alcohol on the corner of her mouth, and looks toward the boy, laughing under her breath. “Well, it’s going to be a hell of a time keeping him in check now,” she watches as he raises the glass, beginning to disappear into the crowd when the older gentlemen walks up toward the group of them.

She reaches for Vulgaris’ hand, hoping to find and squeeze it.

They really should have stayed home.

it started with a perfect kiss, then we could feel the poison set in

@[vulgaris] @[Leilan] @[Arthas]

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