Sascha Connolly, Ph.D. (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bohemiarhapsody) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchtimes, |
Re: Irei, Sascha, Emily and Echo
"Probably not as long as you're thinking, but it did take a little effort. I think I almost broke a sweat once or twice." Sascha couldn't keep the smile off his face at the sound of Irei's pleased laughter. That was why he'd done all of this, to hear that laugh and know that, at least for a little while, the normally melancholy necromancer was genuinely happy.
They were both well received by the more familiar faces in the crowd, and when Emily and Echo approached them with their (respectively) reserved and energetic greetings, it really seemed as though everything was destined to run smoothly. Well, alright- maybe Emily had only been reserved with him, although he couldn't imagine why that might be the case; maybe she still felt a little awkward after their gratuitous last encounter? They hadn't really seen much of one another in the interim, and Sascha tried to shrug off the concern as pure paranoia on his part. It was a fucking party, after all.
The marvelously intricate engraving on the handle of the knife caught Sascha's eye, and he watched Irei run his fingers over the design a little enviously. He wasn't exactly sure what was so appealing about a decorated piece of (sharpened) metal, but over the past decade or so he'd discovered an inexplicable appreciation for blades. As it was, he'd accumulated seven or eight different pocket knives in his collection; there was always one on his person at any given time, mostly out of necessity- much like the ingredients for his hand-rolled cigarettes, or his lighter, or his gum. Ohhh yes, he'd definitely be playing with that blade sometime soon.
"You two have got great taste," he complimented with a smile, briefly raking his eyes over Emily's dress and loosely tumbling curls before refocusing his attention on Irei and Echo. "And there's still plenty of partying to be had tonight for everyone. Especially you." He gave Irei a teasing poke in the side. "You've got twenty-seven years' worth of it to make up for, right?"
"Probably not as long as you're thinking, but it did take a little effort. I think I almost broke a sweat once or twice." Sascha couldn't keep the smile off his face at the sound of Irei's pleased laughter. That was why he'd done all of this, to hear that laugh and know that, at least for a little while, the normally melancholy necromancer was genuinely happy.
They were both well received by the more familiar faces in the crowd, and when Emily and Echo approached them with their (respectively) reserved and energetic greetings, it really seemed as though everything was destined to run smoothly. Well, alright- maybe Emily had only been reserved with him, although he couldn't imagine why that might be the case; maybe she still felt a little awkward after their gratuitous last encounter? They hadn't really seen much of one another in the interim, and Sascha tried to shrug off the concern as pure paranoia on his part. It was a fucking party, after all.
The marvelously intricate engraving on the handle of the knife caught Sascha's eye, and he watched Irei run his fingers over the design a little enviously. He wasn't exactly sure what was so appealing about a decorated piece of (sharpened) metal, but over the past decade or so he'd discovered an inexplicable appreciation for blades. As it was, he'd accumulated seven or eight different pocket knives in his collection; there was always one on his person at any given time, mostly out of necessity- much like the ingredients for his hand-rolled cigarettes, or his lighter, or his gum. Ohhh yes, he'd definitely be playing with that blade sometime soon.
"You two have got great taste," he complimented with a smile, briefly raking his eyes over Emily's dress and loosely tumbling curls before refocusing his attention on Irei and Echo. "And there's still plenty of partying to be had tonight for everyone. Especially you." He gave Irei a teasing poke in the side. "You've got twenty-seven years' worth of it to make up for, right?"