Thread: Attraction Is A Treacherous Game [MisterKingXSeraphina]

Subtlety was not part of the game plan as Tirel and Adani were escorted inside the palace. The lovers were in full show with no subtlety but great mystique. Tirel's foreign wardrobe was brash and daring shades that on paper were a hideous match he forced to coexist in debonair harmony, bending them to his will in an illogical fashion that defied wisdom and peered down the edge. The cut was quite svelte, taut across his lean, borderline emaciated frame. If a man or a devil, in this case was willing to show off this much then he must have something worth showing, even if it didn't look so initially. Adani's dress was much more conventional and loose, billowing bold blue colors behind her as she stepped powerfully through the halls. Although her dress had no exotic weave or svelte cuts, it was arguably more bizarre, seeming to actively tantalize onlookers with glimpses of her flesh before covering the moment before their eyes caught something taboo. Mingling with the humans they were figuratively blinding, even though amidst their own kind they were marginal outliers. They spent little time on pleasantries, though. Too much to do, too little time, as they say. Adani took measures to ensure their room was thoroughly private before beginning a trance, preparing for their mischief. There's no light windows blackened, doorframe plugged, and candles snuffed. Her eyes are unnecessary as muscle memory takes over. Her mind relaxes. All sensation emerges, subsides, sensations emerge, subside. A mirror snaps. The chest of the deviless inflates, breathe out, breathe in, deflates as she sits on the floor. Fingernails scratch sigils. Paradoxically, the only way to grasp your hands on everything you could ever want is to simply let them all go. Vermilion dust scatters. The eyelids fill with green light, illuminating the shuttered room with an emerald tint that can only come from the magics as they fill her eyes, seemingly to bursting. Adani opens them. Several of the guards would remember smelling something not quite like cinnamon on their patrols. At the time they chalked it up to eccentric nobles, although eyebrows were raised later when one snarked about it after his patrol and others corroborated his words. There was nothing they could do, of course, but it was one of those niggling oddities that every few months would be brought up during drinks. Not that any of this mattered to Tirel. No offense to the King, but compared to the assassins of, say, the Titare, these schmucks couldn't find him in his sleep. His terraskin shoes hung from his neck, laces tied together, allowing his silent soles to caress the flagstones with none the wiser. He waltzed down the halls, keeping out of sight, as to not leave any undue trail. He kept a keen eye on the type of staff he eluded, and once he began noticing more and more domestic staff he had figured he was in the right place. Some educated snooping found him a bedroom ostentatious enough that it could only be the king queens, and within a minute he tucked a note into the portal to the queen's wardrobe and changing room, reading Live and let live?. She'd only see that when it was time to fit into some new gown, but it was better to set things in place early, while he still had time before lunch. Oh and while he was here... He made a dash into what he inferred was Kiara's bedroom, unfastening a flower from where it was pinned on his jacket. There was a note with this gift as well, politely asking the princess to tuck it behind her ear right before she slept for the night. Leaving the brightly golden, lightly fragrant flower on top of the note by her bedside, Tirel peeked at his surroundings before hustling to make it to the lunch. By the time he had made it to where the lunch was being held the majority of the guests, dignitaries, and hosts had seated, leaving him to hold their attention while he joined them. With a signature smirk, the baron smoothly slid into the seat stationed next to Adani, offering a quick peck on the cheek to apologize for his errands keeping him. Once the duo had gotten their obligatory glares at their rivals out of the way, they looked towards the head of the table and offered their attention as the lunch began.