[ grief-of-marigold is a faerie, and as a faerie, he's accustomed to magic and unaccustomed to being governed by anyone but his king and queen. and well, that only barely. naturally, then, this place and its strange rules that apply even to him is.. a novelty, at least. he hasn't stopped enjoying it yet, though he expects it's only a matter of time before he's bored.
unfortunately, it looks as if he'll be trapped here for the time being, so he's. trying.
the party helps, of course. parties always do. there are few things his people love more than revelry, and this one is shaping up to be something to remember. at the very least, the people attending are fascinating.
he plucks two glasses of champagne off a server's tray, crosses to someone that catches his eye, and offers the second out with a charming smile. up close like this, there's no denying that he's something not quite human, but it's hard to put a finger on just what it is about him that isn't. ] The magic here is fascinating, wouldn't you say? [ he swirls the glass between his fingers to call attention to it. ] It reminds me a bit of home, actually.
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[ suddenly, there's a small, fine-boned, frankly beautiful man at your side, a card with a glowing number between his fingers. he smiles, bowing with a flourish and offering out his hand. ]
I believe you're my partner for this number, are you not? [ the smile widens slyly. ] And perhaps for the next, if we're lucky.
( new year's )
[ marigold always has the urge to kiss the people around him-- it's both a gift and a curse to fall in love so quickly, so deeply, to want so badly. he's learned to manage it for the most part, but-- well, as the countdown ticks down, the urge becomes nearly unbearable. he wishes his rulers were here: his king's broad hands on his waist, his queen's teeth on his throat.
ah well, he'll have to make do, won't he? and there are so many lovely options in the room. finally, the room shouts the last number, and he shifts, leaning into the person at his side, fingertips trailing down the back of their arm. ]
I believe the tradition is a kiss at midnight, yes? [ who cares about the sudden outbreak of violence, too? that's normal for faerie. ]
marigold ( original )
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( new year's )