Thread: Noblesse Obligé [Ghostwolf and Thaedael]

As they had worked the room moving through the tightly packed groups in their effort to reach where Ilya and Elizabeth once stood, and a little so Clara could show off Victoria to the gathered noblemen and women if she was being honest, displaying the Aide as the one whose company she had chosen for the duration of the reception and a little longer she hoped, Clara had noticed the stiffness within the woman. Victorias movements lacked the inherent femininity and grace that Claras own did, they were disciplined and precise, each action measured. Efficient was the word that came to mind. Through the way she behaved and interacted with the nobles they had spoken to, Clara could tell the woman was tense and unease, unfamiliar with the situation and surroundings she had been placed in. No, it would be better if Clara got her away from the masses of people within the ballroom, took her away somewhere a little more quiet where they could talk and get to know each more. But for now they stood together in the ballroom, at the spot which had last been occupied by Ilya and Elizabeth. Victoria stood before Clara in her uniform, a woman in clothing more befitting a man, tailored down to her size and to be small and tight to fit her. Hugging her form but not in a way that accentuated her figure the way Claras dress did. It hid and disguised her body well beneath it, the delights Clara longed to see, while she displayed her own openly, her curves emphasised and enhanced by what she wore. The fun in losing things, my Lady, is finding them again. You have an excellent intelligence officer at your literal arm. I specialize in finding people. Her eyes gazed down at Victorias hand as she felt the womans touch on her arm before returning the Aides smile with one of her own, her lips parted slightly to display a hint of her teeth in a warming smile, the white in contrast to the deep rich red that were painted upon the plump petals. Well then, perhaps it is best we put you to use, Claras eyes flitting down to Victorias smiling lips as she spoke, in helping me find someone who is meant to be keeping us all well hydrated. I swear that when you dont want a drink, there are hundreds of them ready and waiting to serve you, but when you are as dry as Tallarn there isnt a single one in sight Clara joked, her smile growing. Arm in arm, they set off again into the mass of bodies but it was not long before they came across what they were looking for. A serving girl, perhaps sixteen or so, wearing her uniform for the reception which consisted of a pastel pink dress which barely reached midthigh showing off her shapely legs and displayed a good deal of cleavage emphasised by the tight bodice. When she noticed them approaching, she turned towards the women holding out a silver tray laden with various beverages. My Lady, Miss the girl addressed, offering a slight curtsey. By the Throne girl, who makes you wear that? They may as well have you naked Clara questioned, taking in the girl as she reached out and picked up a tall fluted glass, a golden effervescent liquid within, from the silver tray, the colour mirroring that which was painted onto the tip of her shaped nails to match the detailing of her dress. I-I believe Seneschal Cadmun approved the designs my Lady the girl replied, unsure of Claras questioning. That explains it. Clara nodded, smiling reassuringly at the girl. She waited until Victoria had selected a drink of her own, curtseyed again and then hurried away. As they stood together, little space between them due to the sheer amount of bodies gathered, Clara used the moment to cast her gaze her around the room, taking in what was going on. As she did so she raised her glass, parting her full lips as she pressed the rim to the plump lower petal, and tilted the glass, allowing the bubbling liquid to pour into her mouth. There was something teasingly seductive about the slow measured action, and her eyes returned to settle on Victoria as he performed it. Lowering the glass, she closed her lips and swallowed the mouthful. She nodded, making a noise of approval. Not bad she smiled at Victoria as she swirled the glass. Now we have our drinks, shall we try to slip away for a while? Its getting somewhat crowded in here for me, and a little too warm. I think its this dress. She laughed, running her free hand over the bodice which hugged her curves tightly. Okay, it may have not been the truth, but hopefully it would allow them sometime alone together somewhere quiet. You can think of it as escorting a Lady to ensure her wellness if you like she smiled, jokingly. The Hero acknowledged her once she called his name with her own, his back still to Elizabeth as he did so. She noticed he had relieved himself of some of his uniform, her eyes taking in the scene upon his breastplate once more as it shined in the light as it rested against the railing. He spoke again, and finally turned to her, pulling her attention away from the Saint. She shook her head, her face holding an expression of understanding. There is no need to apologise Sir, especially not to me she smiled softly, reassuringly. He no longer looked the noble Hero he had when he first arrived, he looked like a man who had seen too much, done too much, who needed comforting and grounding. His uniform was darkened by sweat, and her gaze darted down to where it lay open, taking in the sight of his muscled chest marked with scars. She was curious about them, feeling a strange desire to touch them, but she was even more curious about the glistening his hand gave off as he brushed his hair away from his face. If his gloves had remained on, she would have never known that he it was bionic. She smiled softly, sweetly at him as he bowed and kissed her hand once more, and she responded by bowing her head to him, taking the skirt of her dress in her hand and performing a low curtsey. It was only fitting she showed the same respect to one who had done and sacrificed so much. She held it for a moment, her pert breasts below his eyelevel presenting the opportunity for him to glimpse down her bodice should he choose, before rising again. The pleasure is all mine Sir. I have the position and the opportunity to form my own thoughts and opinions, while I possess the power and the means to do so, it is only right that I share them. Too many of those within that ballroom follow each other blindly and lack the ability to make up their own mind. As he released her hand, she moved to be beside him, little distance between their bodies and she rested against the edge of the balcony herself, her arms folded under her bust as she leaned against it and looked out over Vorlancia, the level below, two of the sparkling towers of Vandire that were viewable from this angle, and the ocean that reached as far as the eye could see. The wind had begun to pick up, the sea breeze gently blowing and stirring her golden hair. She turned her gaze towards the horizon. The darkness of the distant sky seeming to match Ilyas mood. Hm. A storm is brewing, Elizabeth frowned, I fear the celebrations over the next few days shall be marred by bad weather. It will be a shame if your homecoming is greeted by rain. She turned her head to look at him with her big blue eyes, moving in such a way to flick her hair away from her face. The way she was stood with one heeled foot on the small step and between the slats of the railing emphasised her smooth shapely legs which seemed to shine slightly in the light, an appealing curve to her back forcing her firm rear out slightly, and her bust lifted by her arms underneath it. One of her hands played idly with the discarded gloves, careful not to knock them over the edge. Do you know what you will be doing after the celebrations? Have you been tasked with anything? Elizabeth asked curiously as she looked at him. She hoped if he had it would be here in Vandire, better yet if it was on Omon, so she could spend more time in his company. Perhaps she would see if he wished to visit one of the planets few landmasses, she doubted