Who: Everyone. Seriously.
What: Party at Dite's Palace. Mingle!
Where: Dite's Palace
When: Feb 14th
Warnings: Kissing all the things, an erote with a crush, that sort of thing~
Notes: I will set up a few location threads, so bear with me.
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Party Girl )
But this time, she hadn't want to come. After the rather embarrassing encounters during the week, where she had spouted bad poetry to everyone she had crossed path, even going as far as declaring feelings she couldn't figure out she has or not to Desmond. This state had become worse over the night: that morning, she found herself hugging her pillow as if it has been a real person. Later on, as she ate a mango for dessert, she couldn't stop herself from kissing the skin. And now, all Lucy could think of was that strong, almost overwhelming need to put her lips on anyone, everyone or anything. She had managed to reign that need in, but the blond was afraid she wouldn't be able to restrain herself much longer.
It was why she had weaved into the crowd smoothly as she kept her head ducked down ever so slightly, counting on her Assassin's training to keep her from bumping into people. As she gently pushed a man out of her way, she noticed the pattern of his vest's fabric and raised her eyes, thinking how it seemed familiar. Her first mistake of the night: her blue eyes settled on Ezio's face and her own changed into a surprised one:
"Oh! I didn't know you'd be here!"
This was really bad, wasn't it? Already, she could feel herself wondering how it would feel to be kissed by the Italian. 'Probably like an explosion of fireworks.....OH GOD LUCY, focus...'
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"You sound disappointed," He said teasingly, "Why would I not be here? I was invited, si? And it would be rude to turn down such a request," from the goddess of love no less, that would just be stupid. "It's a pleasure to see you in person though."
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Lucy truly looked around the room for the first time since she had came in and nodded: "Yes, it seems that everyone was invited." Which was really terrible if she started to kiss people. Her gaze came back to the older man, her head tilting slightly to look up at him.
"It's nice to meet you in person as well, Ezio." And the young woman meant it in more than one way. After all, very few people had the privilege of meeting great Assassins like him. She gave him a better look as she spoke, finding that he was taller than she expected it. Which shouldn't have been so unexpected to her: Desmond was truly a carbon-copy of the Italian. At least, Lucy knew he'd still look good in his forties. Not that it mattered, really.
"I see that you seem to have adapted well to this place?" Small talk, Lucy, something easy to focus on instead of his lips. Yes, she could do this, right?
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