super lavitz, the hero of bahamut (gripes) wrote in emillion, |
Somehow, Lavitz was still alive.
Not one hour ago, he'd finally taken his sister onto the dance floor and waltzed, leaving him feeling awkward and desperately wanting to hide under the nearest banquet table for the duration of the evening. The experience had, frankly, been emotionally scarring. The mingling was fine, the dancing was more than fine (save for a certain ice sculpture), and after parting from a long, tiring conversation about fountains (fascinating topic, to be sure), the dragoon found himself at one of the tables after stealing a pastry off a passing dish.
Only after it was long since swallowed did he take notice of the familiar hair and frame not seven feet away. He withheld a sigh.
"I was wondering if you were up there," were his words in greeting once he was close enough. There had been a horrifying chance that he'd mistaken her for someone else, but now closer, he was certain he hadn't.