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

[leliana]

She fidgets at her dress, uncomfortable with whatever Exist has found and pushed her into. She preferred jeans and a sweater, something comfortable, something functional, and something warm. Instead, she found herself standing on the lawn of a massive estate. She smoothed her palms down the crimson of her dress, smoothing it absent-mindedly, before reaching up to curls the edges of her golden hair between her slim fingers. As soon as she realized the tick, she dropped her hands, flexing her fingers and drawing in a steady breath.

She could do this.

Of course she could do this.

For all intents and purposes, she looked the part of partygoer, although she was not dressed quite as loud as some of those she saw milling. Her dress was quality and fitted but simple, the fabric nipping in at the waist and flowing outward. The bands of it hung loosely off her shoulders, the neckline sweet and modest. Her hair was done in loose curls, framing a face free of makeup, her hazel eyes wide behind a simple mask of lace and ribbon.

She held onto a black clutch, knuckles white as she gripped it.

Vulgaris, should be here, but she didn’t know if he would actually agree to come. If he would bother with something admittedly a little whimsical and beautiful and unnecessary. After all, he was a man with a lot of responsibilities. A lot of duties. And that didn’t include parties.

Especially one she wasn’t even sure she wanted to go to in the first place.

But, regardless, she is here, and although the idea of stepping inside alone is enough to make her throat dry, she lifts her chin. Reaching down to lift the edge of her dress, she makes her way up the stairs, the muscles in her jaw rippling as she clenched her teeth.

She’d stay for one drink.

Just one.

She walked in just as the announcement was being made and she gratefully took a glass of champagne as it was handed to her. The bubbles both smoothed the fluttering edges of her anxiety and coaxed them further, but she took another sip, raising it politely at the toast.

When the words faded away and the music began to swell the room, she heard a shout. It was muffled enough that she couldn’t make out exactly who it was but she felt the music swell and the energy of the room take on a distinct new turn. One corner of her mouth lifted into a smile, soothes by the sudden appearance of the rambunctious crowd, and she made her way to the wall where she could watch as the crowds began to mingle together.

When she finally reached a pocket of silence, she placed her clutch onto a table, drinking another sip of champagne and settled in to watch, her eyes continually sliding toward the doors, looking for a familiar figure.

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

Look idk. I had muse for this and then Dov / Heartfire showed up and here we are.

@[vulgaris], it would be amazing if you felt musey for this but zero pressure.

She just couldn’t help looking for him. =P