The Stillness of Frozen Breath and Empty Lungs (![]() ![]() @ 2014-06-10 07:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *maze, aoife, halis |
WHO: Aoife and Halis
WHAT: A dance
WHEN: They decided the labyrinth would do
WHERE: The labyrinth
WARNINGS: Aoife's always naked, Halis is always grumpy
Dancing with Aoife was like sitting at the bottom of a deep, dark well. For all the movement required in dancing, for all the feel of air rushing over his skin, when he danced with Aoife it provided him peace. It relaxed him. Aoife was guileless, unlike the rest of the fae, and that, to Halis, was what made her palatable more than anything else. It also explained why he could tolerate Adelaide and Nyx. The three of them were calming in their own ways. Ignoring the press of humidity, and the warm, wet mouths of the Queen's magic, Halis made his way toward the center of the labyrinth, where a marble terrace could be found. It was, like all other places at the party, inviting to the weary - or the needy. Plush pillows spread across one side of the terrace, and he could swear they were breeding as fast as humans, a new one appearing every few seconds. It was untrue, but it certainly seemed that way to him. He still wore the black dress he'd created at Adelaide's tea party, and now he had the pleasure of watching the skirt do nothing when he walked. It didn't even ripple around his legs. The long sleeves he'd added to the gown covered the twisting scars on his arms, and with all the pretty fabric he felt, for just a moment, as beautiful as the rest of the fae. Then his mood darkened once more. He'd never be like them. He went to one of the tables for a glass of wine while he waited. |