Dorian "miscast in role as murderer" Pavus (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tevinteriscoming) wrote2016-08-31 09:38 pm
tevinteriscoming) wrote2016-08-31 09:38 pm
A Party
[ The party you've found yourself at can only be a gathering of the Minrathous upper echelon - the guests are beautiful, wealthy, decked in gold and silks and possibly drunkenly summoning demons. It's a warm but mild summer night, and it would be impossible to think of wasting it. The guests are all gathered on the pavilion of the grand estate, with its balconies overlooking the sea, and past that, the shore, stark with glittering golden lights illuminating its ancient spires. The air is heavy with the smell of sea salt and perfume, and the wine is plenty.
Dorian can be found with a glass near the balcony, dressed in rich dark velvets that make it clear his normal manner of dress is his travelling attire, enjoying the cool breeze blowing off the bay. He's speaking to a serious looking young man, though there's another man standing beside him, tall and tanned with handsome features, a casual hand pressed against Dorian's arm in an expression of easy intimacy. It gets a few glances, but nothing more, and Dorian ignores it in favor of laughing at one of his own jokes.]
Are those ice cubes in your glass? What a shameful display. I can't imagine how one must have been raised to behave so deplorably at one's own party. [He turns to the man beside him.] Amatus, would you be a darling and check in on our esteemed host for me? I should like to know how long I have to get Felix suitably drunk before I'm to be scolded.
[He gives the man by his side a peck on the cheek before they part, before he turns his attention back to Felix.]
Dorian can be found with a glass near the balcony, dressed in rich dark velvets that make it clear his normal manner of dress is his travelling attire, enjoying the cool breeze blowing off the bay. He's speaking to a serious looking young man, though there's another man standing beside him, tall and tanned with handsome features, a casual hand pressed against Dorian's arm in an expression of easy intimacy. It gets a few glances, but nothing more, and Dorian ignores it in favor of laughing at one of his own jokes.]
Are those ice cubes in your glass? What a shameful display. I can't imagine how one must have been raised to behave so deplorably at one's own party. [He turns to the man beside him.] Amatus, would you be a darling and check in on our esteemed host for me? I should like to know how long I have to get Felix suitably drunk before I'm to be scolded.
[He gives the man by his side a peck on the cheek before they part, before he turns his attention back to Felix.]
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Bull just raises his eyebrow at Dorian's handsome dream boyfriend, but doesn't say anything. Simply leaning over to Grell, gently putting a hand on her back to guide her through the crowd to try and follow in Dorian's wake without being TOO obvious they're stalking him. Kind of hard when you're Bull's height but he's surprisingly good at it. They are certainly being given their space.]
You know, I think we have to wreck this party. Just saying. You know how much he likes drama.
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[already she can think of a few whose actions she could copy and sow discord through. and while publicly killing someone would be a very swift way to ruin things, she'd prefer to save that for when it has the most impact.]
Let's have a little fun with it.
[and with that declaration, she pulls away from him to give him some space as well as drift off to see who'd be the braver souls to approach them. there's politeness, sure, but for now she decides to take a cue from the ruder of their friends, including laughing loudly and obviously when someone asks her for a dance as well as answering questions in a frank style that would make Jack proud. implying that one person said this about another, another spoke on a third's mother - they're moves that would sow discord if she was back in London, and as long as she can turn them against each other, then the dream tensions will rise. agitation, irritation, and enough lack of manners to be noticed and derided. poisoning the very air.
worst comes to it, they could always start a mock fight in the middle of the room between the two of them.]
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At any rate, as you make your way around the party, you'll note many of the guests seem to be talking about - who else - Dorian. Some are talking about how good he looks, or that scandalous (but persuasive) speech he gave at the debate the other day, or seething with obvious jealousy. They aren't interested in many other topics, apparently. It's Dorian's fantasy; why would they be?
You may spot Dorian's father talking to another man who will look even more familiar to Bull - they're discussing how far Dorian has come, how well matched he is with Rilenius, how he's finally growing into the man he was always supposed to be.]