super lavitz, the hero of bahamut (gripes) wrote in emillion, |
Bram waded his way through the party, occasionally casting a scandalised look as another disheveled and ill-mannered guest elbowed past him, reeking of drink and pinning sloppy kisses to their date's neck. It may have been the king's fete, but over-exuberant partiers existed everywhere. He surveyed the room in quiet desperation, seeking another safe refuge. |