Ari ♫ ♪ ♬ (gracenotes) wrote in emillion, |
“Well,” Ari said, “now my night is complete.” She attached herself bodily to the corsair’s side -- they made, she was certain, a very pretty picture -- and the irritating nobleman who had been following her about looked taken aback, just as she’d hoped. Really, where was Foxe with his promises of scaring away unwanted suitors when she needed him? Fortunately, there were other ways to shake a persistent tail. The look she gave the taller woman was a melange of false adoration and amusement. “Pigeon, you are positively ravishing tonight. I think my heart stopped for a moment, truly.” Damia’s smile came easily, practiced, only a touch genuine-- but who could tell, really? “None as beautiful as you, cockatoo,” she returned, smile widening into a smirk as she brushed loose strands from Ari’s forehead. “But you could easily stun the room with your smile alone.” “Oh, stop.” Which was apparently the exact quantity of flirting necessary to send her follower scurrying away for easier prey. Ari did not remove herself from Damia’s personal space, but she did let the besotted expression fade, replacing it with a genuine laugh. “Darling, whatever would I do without you?” “Cry into your pillow at night, hurl yourself from the top of a building,” the blonde supplied, most helpfully. “And then I would have to follow, of course. It’ll all be very poetic, and they’ll write plays about our love for years.” “Almost worth it,” she said after a moment of consideration, “but I prefer living, in the end. I suppose we shan’t be tragic heroines tonight, alas. We can comfort ourselves with being ridiculously good-looking instead, I suppose.” She paused to scan the crowd before asking, “Have you seen the guildmaster tonight?” She had to wonder if she could pin him down for a dance sometime later. “Perhaps he is playing hide and seek again and -- ingeniously -- none of us know it?” There came a snort in response. “I wouldn’t doubt it. Shall we begin the second act and find him, my sweet turkey?” She offered a hand, palm up. A moment of consideration -- there was dancing and food and company to be had -- but Ari placed her hand in the other woman’s in the end. A game might be just the thing to wile away the next half hour. “I thought you’d never ask, gosling.” |