[ The hand laid right against Bren's forearm was gentle and full of tenderness. For all that the drowpire could be as far and as cold as the most distant star in the solar system-- his reputation forever proceeding him; Now however there was a thin thread of vulnerability of which the source came from the man beside him. His heart clenched with a protectiveness that he had not felt for nearly a century but now bubbled up to the surface with such fearsome emotions.
As they walked, Essek did a brief sigil with his other hand just underneath the forearm, casting duplicate self. Something that he always did especially as the fact that there would be photographs taken at this soiree. Bren would feel the warm wind of magic like a lover's kiss, a familiarity of the aether as the spell took shake to create that imprint that would appear in all photographs.
Into the folds of society and all eyes were on Essek as he entered with Bren at his side-- the crowds seemed to part like waters at their entrance, and then hushed whispers rippled like waves-- speculation over who the mystery man was that was accompanying the owner of the premier fashion house renowned across Exandria. ]
People are already talking about who you are, however I am not inclined to reveal anything more than you being my handsome escort, let them talk a little bit-- you are my delightful mystery.
[ A few people step forward to greet and exchange pleasantries, a few of them men whom seem to have their eyes trained on Essek with much admiration in their gazes and the rolling hint of fawning that was almost as keen as a tangible scent. ]
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Date: 2023-06-15 01:16 am (UTC)As they walked, Essek did a brief sigil with his other hand just underneath the forearm, casting duplicate self. Something that he always did especially as the fact that there would be photographs taken at this soiree. Bren would feel the warm wind of magic like a lover's kiss, a familiarity of the aether as the spell took shake to create that imprint that would appear in all photographs.
Into the folds of society and all eyes were on Essek as he entered with Bren at his side-- the crowds seemed to part like waters at their entrance, and then hushed whispers rippled like waves-- speculation over who the mystery man was that was accompanying the owner of the premier fashion house renowned across Exandria. ]
People are already talking about who you are, however I am not inclined to reveal anything more than you being my handsome escort, let them talk a little bit-- you are my delightful mystery.
[ A few people step forward to greet and exchange pleasantries, a few of them men whom seem to have their eyes trained on Essek with much admiration in their gazes and the rolling hint of fawning that was almost as keen as a tangible scent. ]