me too, leaving party, didn't like someone who was with my group? Bush

hate the guy on the first date? Bush))

Muttering a quiet elvish phrase. Sheepishly answering. "That's not it." He covered up more, hoping he didn't decide to chat, letting out a sigh as Vance moved off. He didn't want to mention that she was ..a little scary. Not to mention he was pretty sure she was messing with him a little.

Meeting in-laws? Bush

Babysitting? Bush

Responsibilities? Bush))

Vance raised his eyebrows as the bush spoke back, shrugging. "Not my business." He muttered back, trotting up the steps and offering his sister a grin. "What's up, Worm? Did the deer thing get spooked or something?" He joked, holding back amused chuckles.

Ariadne frowned at him and gave a sigh. "I dunno. He... sang me to sleep and then scurried off. I'm pretty sure I'm in the middle of a fever dream right now." She shrugged, taking her brothers arm and turning to head back inside. "It's a shame, too. He was intriguing." She shrugged, walking with Vance inside.

Your mom? Bush))

He listened, not meaning to eavesdrop but he was waiting for them to leave. Letting out a breath he'd been holding since Vance approached as they walked back in. He let his head hang. He thought about slapping himself, she sounded hurt and he didn't like that. And because he'd slipped up. She made him slip up. He'd never used the magic in public before. He was quite frankly scared about it. She could tell people.

She'd gotten him to choke up. He lifted his head and looked around. Standing up very quickly and sprinting to the carriage.

Your father? ...get him in the b-

IM SORRY IN ADVANCE))

Ariadne was subdued as they made their way back inside, her ego taken down a few notches. Vance was quietly rubbing her back, still smiling to himself in silence.

"You'll find someone else." He said lightly, offering her a grin. "The night is still young and there are plenty of men you can pretend are handsome." He teased, poking at her shoulder. "Come on, let's get drunk." He said, completely serious as he guided her to the bar.

Ariadne was smiling by the time they made it back to the ballroom.

Shall we party round two?)

Indeed, you good to start or would prefer I do it?

Here again. Between the walls of valley-side, the sky dark this time. Not with night, but with storm clouds. The stone walls still stood out against the purplish clouds. Again, the voices spilled down the stairs of this ancient building. Familiarity brought back the man in the skull.
This time, he wore a different skull. This one was wide-eyed. Draping over his hair as well, the teeth of his feline skull hung just over his nose; time you could see his chin and mouth, but slightly. Tied behind his head, right with the wad of hair hidden there.

Tonight he wore no cape. A slightly dull yellow shirt. Spots painted on his arms and cheeks in black. He liked the painting most of dressing up sometimes.

He glanced around. It was so much nicer to actually see where he walked this time rather than blindly dance as he had last time. He returned to the bar, the crowd still opened up for him though. Skulls seemed to be such a novelty to them. It was curious.

he sat down at the bar. Asking for something with as much strong alcohol as they could muster. Ending up with something that tasted horrible, it was so strong he wasn't sure if he could cough it down. Thankfully the cup was small. He decided to get it over with and chug the whole thing. Why not. He didn't see who he was looking-ish for. Whhhyyy not.

Ariadne had decided that tonight, at this party, she would wait until she entered for a more dramatic effect. She was overly excited to wear the dress she had had tailored for the event, and entering late ensured everyone got to look at her, and the dress.

So by the time the majority of guests had finished filing in, she was finishing up with her mask. Her dress was snow white, with black lace cap sleeves that spread to the line at the top of the bodess, trailing over her chest and fading out farther down the corset. There was black lace, almost feathery in its pattern, surrounding the entirety of the skirt hem and crawling slowly up the narrow-hooped gown in delicate tendrils. They got smaller and narrower the farther they went up, ending at about the halfway point of the skirt. Her mask was feathered, white with black surrounding her eyes and at the edge of the mask. Very swan-esque.

She let out a soft sigh, adjusting the intricate bun just below the crown of her head to ensure the tie of her mask was hidden before she did a small twirl and observed herself in the mirror. She seemed happy enough with it. After, she strode lightly out the door of her bedroom, heading down a few halls before making her way down the grand staircase near the corner of the ballroom. Needless to say, she drew attention from most of the party goers, mainly because she came from an intimate part of the house. She made her way to the bottom of the stair case and took a random, blonde vampire's arm. They seemed familiar with each other. His outfit was a navy blue accented with gold, and they chatted idly as they made their way to a table. The stares had died down by then, till the pair was merely a noticeable sight. She offered her companion a little more conversation as she looked toward the bar, squinting at the beskulled man who sat there. She was slow to excuse herself and make her way to the bar, a somewhat negative look on her face. Somewhere between upset and eagerness.

Hearing the crowd murmuring and shuffle about, he looked up from where he was at on the bar. Tilting his head slightly. That seemed to be who he was looking for. He wasn't sure why, any number of people could have dressed up and made their huge entrance. However, this looked a little more dramatic than most people here would have the gall to do.

He watched her by way of the parting onlookers. And she was coming to where he was at. Hoping the drink would take his edge off. Eventually it would. But while he was staring at her, he was feeling very bit of nervous.

He'd received no backlash from what he'd done, as far as most people were concerned, he had done nothing. It was like he had never been there. Which was really added onto by the continued stares which he was better ignoring, though not having those antlers was a help.

He didn't look antsy, he was, but he was admiring her dress more than anything. Till he looked at her face. Attempting to keep composure, he said nothing. A pleasant look on his face.

Ariadne settled herself right beside the elf man, ordering a drink quietly and simply sitting in silence until she got it. When she did, she swirled it ever so slightly, running her finger over the rim of the glass without taking a sip.

"You're not going to knock me out this time, right? If you are, just tell me now, and I can walk away to save you the trouble." She said flatly, her words slightly bitter as she took a sharp drought of her drink. She didn't look at his face once.

She sat back after and let out a long breath, pressing her lips together in thought as she stared at her drink.