Caranthir isn't going to wear finery. Caranthir isn't going anywhere close to that dancefloor. Caranthir is sitting close to the alcohol supply, and making sure his good eye is facing the crowd.
If you ask him, he'll tell you that he's only here for the booze.
Well, at any rate, here she is, with a new green dress, fine and loose, the better to allow movement, and she sits next to him, leans over and kisses his cheek. "Is there a reason to look so unhappy? It's a beautiful evening." She might reach over, twine her fingers with his. "Isn't it?"
If you ask him, we said. His inner thoughts, on the other hand, are quite muddled, and of course, Faraday is always at the forefront - even if he can't gather why she would even want him around, gah.
He receives the kiss, squeezes her hand. "You're certainly beautiful, Alata," he says quietly, his one eye brimming a little, because he does love to see her, to watch her and yeah, wait, he does need to be on his good side, for that, doesn't he?
He hunts down a smile for her, mercilessly. "Green suits you."
She blushes, and plucks self consciously at the dress. "It is my favorite," she admits, looking at him through her eyelashes almost shyly. "I didn't see you until a moment ago; I'm sorry to leave you here by yourself."
"I'm fine," he groans, but there's little heart in it - Faraday makes everything better. "I'll be better if you come sit here, though. Much more comfortable."
She yelps, and wriggles a little to adjust more comfortably, and then leans against his chest, arms around his neck. "I do have to agree. I like here much better than there."
"Not to me, but you know that they say about the one-eyed wolves," he murmurs, his breath just a bit short because she feels nice, and she smells good. So good.
He's going to kiss her a long time, then, and when their lips part, he gasps, not realizing it's said aloud, "Eru, what did I ever do to even remotely have a chance with you?"
She turns, then, to touch his face, eyes wide and expression open, trusting. "You treated me well," she says, softly. "Better than anyone ever has. You make me feel like I am worth something. You are brave, and strong, and loyal, and honest. I trust you. That's what you did."
If you ask him, he'll tell you that he's only here for the booze.
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Well, at any rate, here she is, with a new green dress, fine and loose, the better to allow movement, and she sits next to him, leans over and kisses his cheek. "Is there a reason to look so unhappy? It's a beautiful evening." She might reach over, twine her fingers with his. "Isn't it?"
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He receives the kiss, squeezes her hand. "You're certainly beautiful, Alata," he says quietly, his one eye brimming a little, because he does love to see her, to watch her and yeah, wait, he does need to be on his good side, for that, doesn't he?
He hunts down a smile for her, mercilessly. "Green suits you."
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He tugs her to his lap.
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