♥ Video - Faery Inviting
[The video feed cuts on to Irial sprawled in the grass, his shirt riding up from the run through Espoir, a freshly lit cigarette in his left hand, the Dreamberry cradled in his right. He's eying the screen like he can see whoever is on the other end before they actually pick up. And because he likes being watched, the dark faery smiles, exhaling smoke into the afternoon breeze]
So I've returned. [He murmurs, taking another hungry drag of harmless nicotine and warm smoke, his lungs filtering it out. If you're keen on details, you might notice the raw-edged scar on his stomach. No, it's not your handiwork Ran. He's met new enemies since his last stay in Somarium. It's a painful, poorly healed wound, the poison slowly fading from his bloodstream. But no matter. That can wait until he's alone and forced to think about it, to think about his world, his former court, and Niall.
[These things don't exist here in Somarium. Irial exhales once more, this time to the side, before returning his attention to the screen. He looks perfectly human, by the way, glamor in place for those who can't see through it, which means no wings present]
Dance with me.
So I've returned. [He murmurs, taking another hungry drag of harmless nicotine and warm smoke, his lungs filtering it out. If you're keen on details, you might notice the raw-edged scar on his stomach. No, it's not your handiwork Ran. He's met new enemies since his last stay in Somarium. It's a painful, poorly healed wound, the poison slowly fading from his bloodstream. But no matter. That can wait until he's alone and forced to think about it, to think about his world, his former court, and Niall.
[These things don't exist here in Somarium. Irial exhales once more, this time to the side, before returning his attention to the screen. He looks perfectly human, by the way, glamor in place for those who can't see through it, which means no wings present]
Dance with me.