Thread: Fallen Moon/Lady

he smiled at her, his own mask like glittering ice. he was dressed as a Winter Lord. he didn't think it had any cultural references, but he looked like an ice white angel... which he was. the glittering mask of silver and white made his eyes glitter like tiny orbs of molten metal. he even had crystal ornaments in his hair, making him look like he had icicles hanging in his hair, an his white and silver robes looked like the fresh, untouched snow that was all around the palace. he smirked a little as she commented on his scent. they do not bathe often enough, and simply try to hide their stench with obnoxious perfumes and colognes the heathens. he complained with a sniff. they insult my sensibilities. he admitted simply. or that might just be my overly sensitive nose. he admitted with a shrug. either way they are uncultured and do not show you the proper respect that you deserve. he admitted simply before he smiled at her. i think i would be dead in a day if i where to actually try to court you, as beautiful as you are i'm not sure i could handle you. he admitted simply. certainly i could not handle the thousands of greedy men trying for your hand. he admitted with a roll of his eyes. i do not see how so many, can be so stupid. how can they not see the danger in your eyes? he asked her. am i simply different from them that i can see the strength of your will in the way you walk? even if you do get married, you will never e a meek little thing that they all want and expect. you will eat them alive. he admitted, shaking his head. i have no wish to die because i underestimated you. he admitted with a smile at her as he pulled her a little tighter to him. though, now that you mentioned it, you smell very good as well. Draco admitted softly. your the first woman in a very long time that has swayed me from the men of my preferences. he teased, winking at her, giving her the clue she needed to know that he wasn't as Gay as everyone thought that he was. can you beleive that some of those suitors of yours, actually beleive i am trying to seduce the Tsar? he asked, letting her in on the joke of the whispers and the suspicious stares tossed his way. as an Angel, he could hear just as well as he could smell and see, which was much better than any human. they think i will try to marry the Tsar and claim the kingdom through marriage to the current King. he paused for a moment. i am unfamiliar with the way Russian politics work, but i am quite certain that if i married the Tsar, i would not be the Tsar when he died, correct? he asked, pleasant curiosity in his tone. it was easy to see that Draco was still trying to understand the way Russia worked, and that he had no intention of being Tsar in any form. well, he wasn't gunning for it anyway, if he where to marry into love for it, he'd be willing to rule, but he wasn't about so sacrifice his own happiness for it. he paused as one of the Dukes came forward and whispered in Draco's ear, the blonde's mouth twitching into a smile. one of the reasons why Draco was favored y the Tsar, was because in the month since Draco had arrived, no task was too demeaning for the blond. and Draco was always happy to serve the Tsar. after Voldemort, the rather cruel and selfish Tsar was a godsend. at least the Tsar didn't torture Draco just for fun... or ever. i apologize My Lady, but the Tsar has need of me. Draco offered her another bow and a light kiss to her hand and then scowled as the Duke simply took her hands and rushed her into another dance without even introducing himself. so rude! Draco had the deep desire to rip the man's teeth out one at a time for his lack of manners, but maybe that was his own proper upbringing. so uncivilized. i'm beginning to think that Russian men simply have no brains. he stated with a haughty sniff, casting Anna an apologetic grimace for leaving her with the brute of a Duke, and rushed off to find the Tsar, who wanted Draco to play the harp so that the person who was already playing, could get his sprained wrist a rest. Draco was better at playing the harp anyway, and he enjoyed it, his fingers stroking the strings the way only an angelic being could.