Thread: Portal - Darkness Dawning (Black_Out and Eternal Thrill)

Ansel gave a wry smirk towards Eve as the long time acquaintance's found themselves lost in the crowded dance floor as the assembled musicians played a soft and delicate number for the gathered crowd of embracing pairs. I was just watching you, Eve, and well, dear Prudence had a touch to much wine I imagine. His smile shone down towards her as he let his hand settle lightly into place along the delicate dip of her lower back. Then again, perhaps she is pacing herself, the sun hasn't even set yet, the festivities are just starting, smart of her I suppose to steal away for a nap. His thin lips curled slightly upward as he let his free hand find hers and the soft feeling of his unblemished and smooth fingers twined into Eve's as the pair kept things civil and proper as they danced close together across the polished wooden floor. I'm not complaining though, I wish that things could of worked out between our families, you know, between us. He offered with a forward lean of his lips towards her ear, letting the rich but not overly scent of his cologne mingle with the perfect balance of perfumes she was bathed in. You look amazing, as always, I'm surprised your Mother allowed you to wear that dress tonight. He leaned back, allowing for the conversation to drop back towards a more social and proper subject. Quite the crowd though, then again your Father has really come a long way since we were just little ones growing up here. He dragged her in closer, allowing his hand to shift and slide up along her back before dropping back down into the small curve of her back once more. Ever since he was favored by the Magocracy, his influence and wealth has blossomed. Ansel couldn't help but let his eyes briefly be drawn towards the head table where her Father was currently seated along with a rather pompous and self important looking middle aged man dressed in a rich red jacket. They seemed to be having a quiet and personal discussion, as if the party was a distant distraction that they were content to ignore. Radagast , was one of a handful of high mage's responsible for the governing and prosperity of Crescent, and as the richly decorated man spoke with Eve's Father his hand remained settled across a thick and ornate tome that was set upon the table before himself. Eve's Mother was off being her effervescent self, leaving the men to discuss whatever private affairs they were indulging in their conversation. A pair of the Orders knights remained dutifully present behind the men, and their imposing presence made sure the conversation remained private. Towards the back of the ball room, coming and going from the kitchen Sebastian toiled away. Bringing out trays of perfectly prepared appetizers and other delectable treats for the swarm of rich nobility that had gathered under the Thompson's roof. He was finding it a rather torturous affair though, as he was literally in a pick pockets paradise with all of the fancy baubles and jewelry that were adorning the various guests that mingled around him. Still as busy as Sebastian was he couldn't help but let his gaze wander around the vast ball room, searching out the lithe porcelain skinned beauty in the low cut rich blue gown. Of course when he found her, dancing with some affluent looking strapping and handsome young man he could feel a tug of disdain wanting to draw his lips downward, but he shrugged that sensation off. His place wasn't with the noble's, and he was well aware of that, so for now he let that pleasant fake smile find it's way back towards his lips and allowed himself to be content with simply enjoying the chance to view the various noble beauties that he was dutifully serving. He had business to attend too though, and when a moment of freedom arose he approached one of the guards of the estate that was carefully tucked out of the way of the buzzing party taking place around him. Hey, sir, uhm, is there a bathroom nearby I can use? He inquired with a glance towards the man. It's rather an urgent affair. He let his hand run along his belly to help emphasis the point as he stole a glance around the richly decorated ball room and spotted Eve once more as she was exiting the dance floor, sneaking off with that young and attractive man in tow. Ansel caught Eve by the crook of her elbow and with a light tug upon it he made a short side trip over towards one of the bars where the coming toast was being set up and snatched up an unopened bottle of the fine champagne along with a pair of fluted crystal glasses before falling back behind Eve as she led them away from the crowded ball room. Sebastian found his brow lofted slightly as the pair disappeared through a arched opening that led towards spiraling granite stairs that rose upwards towards the living quarters of the estate. The guard briefly considered his request, giving him a smug look and cursory inspection. There's a bathroom back in the kitchen for the staff. He let out a sigh as he noticed the wince upon Sebastian's face. Ah, fuck it, you can use the guards bathroom, just be quick about it the toast is set to begin soon. The grumbling guard gave a gesture with his head towards a small door tucked away towards the back of the room, which was conveniently near the stair well that Eve had just secretly stolen herself and Ansel away within. Thanks, thanks a lot sir. Sebastian smiled as he acted the part, hunching over slightly as he scurried his way towards the out of the way door and stole a quick glance back over his shoulder towards the guard. His gaze had been drawn away, and given the flickering opportunity Sebastian dipped into the open archway and carefully made his way up the steps, following the echoing foot falls of Eve and Ansel towards the living quarters of the Thompson Estate.