QUINN - son of Entia and Naveen
And life was like a comet falling from the sky
And life was like a comet falling from the sky
He was here. Quinn enjoyed a good party, though it had been quite a while since the last one. That and he didn’t know anyone here really, and it would make it more awkward for him. Still, he’d come because this was a good chance to gain some ground with others, and maybe even see what there was here he could do. He was just a follower, he had no idea what he actually wanted to do. He enjoyed his fighting but he wasn’t particularly strong, and he was often too brash to be one who would ever been political. That involved some kind of decorum.
Quinn knew was he was the opposite of decorum.
He was indecent. Maybe not the right word, but good enough. He had a tendency to run his tongue and not think about what he was saying. Before he knew it, he’d said something he’d regret. Maybe a little. Or not at all, depending.
In the dark of the dusk, with firelight dancing all around and casting long shadows behind the figures, Quinn made his way across the earth. He walked to the fire to gain some warmth to his bones, but he did find himself nearby his the sovereign of the Dusk court. He could not help but admire her and all her fine lines, truly she was beautiful.
Like the final rays of sunlight at the end of a day. Seemed fitting to the court of the Dusk, he thought.
“Um…” he recovered, trying to make it seem like hadn’t been staring. “Hello. You must be Florentine, yes? I’m Quinn,” he introduces himself quickly, not dancing around the subject any more than he needed to.
No point in that after all.
Quinn knew was he was the opposite of decorum.
He was indecent. Maybe not the right word, but good enough. He had a tendency to run his tongue and not think about what he was saying. Before he knew it, he’d said something he’d regret. Maybe a little. Or not at all, depending.
In the dark of the dusk, with firelight dancing all around and casting long shadows behind the figures, Quinn made his way across the earth. He walked to the fire to gain some warmth to his bones, but he did find himself nearby his the sovereign of the Dusk court. He could not help but admire her and all her fine lines, truly she was beautiful.
Like the final rays of sunlight at the end of a day. Seemed fitting to the court of the Dusk, he thought.
“Um…” he recovered, trying to make it seem like hadn’t been staring. “Hello. You must be Florentine, yes? I’m Quinn,” he introduces himself quickly, not dancing around the subject any more than he needed to.
No point in that after all.
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