ORION
exiled prince
Well, he had certainly stopped and gotten a flower crown from the lovely Ipomea, glad to meet the Regent once more as they had talked back and forth while the man had woven flowers together. In the end, he ended up with a regal crown of red roses and white orchids, each carefully placed in positions that could keep them out of harm's way as much as possible.
Now he merely lingered about the festival, a little uneasy if only because he wasn't sure what to say or what to do with anyone. It felt so strange, being so nervous, and he shook his head tenderly, blinking milky eyes and pausing, well aware there were eyes on him, on his scars. Carefully, he turned his head away, exhaling and walking among others. Here and there he greeted them as old friends would, pleased to meet some that didn't stare at him.
It didn't take long for him to lapse in to his more royal persona, taking up his position of Emissary and becoming the political creature he had been raised to be. Here and there, he greeted warmly, smiling, becoming more at ease, allowing himself to slip in to his own thoughts while he could.
At least, until there was a flash of gold, and he paused, flicking and ear and turning himself a little, his horned head lifting and --- "Somnus," he greeted. A smile flickered to his lips, his eyes roaming the familiar man, finding themselves on that chiseled face, admiring him.
Perhaps he was a little smitten, foolishly so.
Now he merely lingered about the festival, a little uneasy if only because he wasn't sure what to say or what to do with anyone. It felt so strange, being so nervous, and he shook his head tenderly, blinking milky eyes and pausing, well aware there were eyes on him, on his scars. Carefully, he turned his head away, exhaling and walking among others. Here and there he greeted them as old friends would, pleased to meet some that didn't stare at him.
It didn't take long for him to lapse in to his more royal persona, taking up his position of Emissary and becoming the political creature he had been raised to be. Here and there, he greeted warmly, smiling, becoming more at ease, allowing himself to slip in to his own thoughts while he could.
At least, until there was a flash of gold, and he paused, flicking and ear and turning himself a little, his horned head lifting and --- "Somnus," he greeted. A smile flickered to his lips, his eyes roaming the familiar man, finding themselves on that chiseled face, admiring him.
Perhaps he was a little smitten, foolishly so.
@Somnus || ROSESSSS AND ORCHIDSSSSSSS
