♰ Before the Next Sacrifice

[immortalrose]

WHO: Augustine G. Rosethrawn & others (Open To All)
WHERE: Stygia (mainly Serene)
WHEN: Throughout all of October
WHAT: October Event + General Catch-all
WARNINGS: Possible violence, swearing, and mentions of death.

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PLOTTING 🌹 EVENT🌹 WILDCARD

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[immortalrose]

[The second he heard his name, Augustine knew he was in trouble.]

Ah, greetings Lady Gilia. [He greets her with something akin to a cautious smile.] It seems you’ve been enjoying yourself.

[His crimson gaze lingers upon the cup within her hand. It’s clearly alcohol judging from the scent. Even in this crowd of hundreds, his senses are as sharp as ever before. That’s why he cannot help but look a bit concerned once he recognizes that playful gleam within Gilia’s eyes. He knows that look all too well.]

Not quite! It seems all the lovely dancers are taken.

[A nervous chuckle escapes him as he tries to sink further into the shadows. Alas, he cannot since his powers are still not what they should be. Any other time, he would’ve escaped by now.]

I take it you’ve been dancing the night away.

[Judging from the exertion on her face and the faint dusting of red across her cheeks, that’s a yes. He spotted her in the crowd a few times earlier but lost track of her within all this merrymaking. Vampire or not, it’s difficult for him to keep track of everything happening here.]

[seaboard]

[ Her smile grows, wider for the little dimple that pulls in the corner. ]

Well, you shall need to suffice yourself with something less lovely, then, but a dancer nonetheless.

[ Palm open, she lifts her hand in invitation. No, he shall not find an easy means to escape, not this time anyway. ]

[immortalrose]

[Even though he knew this was coming, Augustine cannot help but look surprised nonetheless. While he's not against watching other enjoy themselves, he never was one for dancing--at least not in public. He gives Gilia awkward smile as he mentally resigns to his fate. While he could easily decline, Augustine doesn't want the happiness within the woman's eyes to fade. Gilia looks at peace here, a far cry of how they met. It does him some good to see her jovial, hence his reason for going through with this farce.]

You do yourself a great disservice by dancing with someone as ghoulish as I.

[He jokes before reaching to take her hand. Augustine can stomach a dance or two, right? Right. He's an aristocrat who grew up within the royal courts. Of course, he can dance but whether or not he can keep up with a tipsy water nymph has yet to be determined.]

Let us catch the beat under our feet before others try to out dance us.

[seaboard]

[ Her fingers curl slowly over his hand, one, two, three, and with it a smile blossoms, like this is all the world to her, and all the world should be glad in this easy contentment. When was she last this happy? So free? She could not remember. So long ago, before ruling, and assassins, and children, and war. ]

Ghoulish to some, but not to me, my lord.

[ For if he is ghoulish, she is nightmarish, she knows. It bears not thinking about, so she doesn't, right this moment. He is dancing with her, and she draws that arm to her hip, anchoring it firm against her lower back. ]

You must hold tight. The dance is quick.

[ She places her own upon him, one to find his other hand, and the other to his shoulder. The murmur is quick, impish - ready? The beat is so loud to the very corners of her soul, that she needs only brace for the next count, and she sweeps them back into the fray of the dozens of dances and the heart of where that music churned so loud against the senses. ]

[immortalrose]

[Happiness is such a fickle thing. It comes and goes like the wind, always fleeting and always sparse. It never seems to overstay its welcome and is always the first to leave whenever cloudy days are ahead. However, Augustine cannot help but share in Gilia’s happiness as she takes his hand. He can feel it within her smile and see it as broad as day within her eyes. Happiness is truly infectious and he’s been unwillingly infected by it.

For someone who typically shies away from dancing, Augustine willingly supports Gilia as they dance in unison to the drumming beat. The Restless truly live up to their names as they spin about like little tops. Gilia is no different in this regard, quick to lead the charge onto the dancefloor with him in tow. Augustine manages to keep up with her once they enter the fray, the two of them the new additions to this maddening dance.]

Any faster and you’ll trip.

[He warns while taking care to ensure his lovely dance partner doesn’t trip upon his feet. The dhampir is a bit faster than her, just a bit. He manages to avoid her toes perfectly while dancing to this foreign beat.]

[seaboard]

Then it is a good thing I have you to catch me.

[ Save her again, is the tease, her smile bright and sharp, as she whirls around with him. Her grip firm, yet quick to move away, with each step. ]

Are you ready? You need to catch me, next.

[ A warning, brief as it is, to let him brace for it. Though after the strength and speed in combat she saw him display, she is not so worried he is capable of it, even if she is a tall woman. </small. ]

[immortalrose]

[The warning is appreciated but mostly unnecessary. Augustine is more than capable of supporting her weight. Gilia weighs almost nothing in his opinion. She’s quite tall but also rather willowy. When she’s tossed upward, Augustine is quick to brace her fall. He catches her effortlessly with a laugh, careful to keep Gilia from smacking into a nearby couple. They’re not the only ones dancing to this chaotic beat, after all.

He swings her around with glee before tossing her upward towards the stars again. In all due truth, he shouldn’t be having such fun here. He’s still quite ignorant of the norms here in Stygia and very much so disturbed about his death. However, Augustine is having fun nonetheless all thanks to this impish water nymph.]

You dance beautifully like a ballerina, my dear siren.

[The dhampir teases once he catches her once more within his arms. He twirls her around again but doesn’t toss her up again unless requested. After all, he doesn’t want the poor dear to get dizzy. Augustine is quite aware of his strength and it would honestly grieve him to harm Gilia.]

[seaboard]

[ He lifts her effortlessly, tossed like a bag of feathers, and settling back again into his arms, each time - sure and free, all at once. Glad, now, that he is just as happy to dance as she is, this infectious good mood that seems to swim through the whole crowd. Bubbling and churning, her own laughter lifting with it. ]

Are ballerinas prone to stealing men away to dance, my protector?

[ Said with not a clue in her eyes what that is, but not bothered, particularly. Just smiling at him, close and warm, indulging her freedom a moment, as they spin again, and she lets her head roll back, eyes shut, as she enjoyed the swirling colour of it all. ]