Pierce
In they come, but fuck if the vibes aren’t bad. Pierce watches with silent amusement, gaze flickering upon each and every one of them that show, whether in his bubble or not. But it’s when someone actually approaches him that Pierce’s blue stare meets the demigod – a touch disinterested, though the sly curve of his lips widen as he steals a glance toward Flora before returning to Hadama.
His lips part to speak when Vox arrives, the sensation of static bursting through his form, but one he buries down as he chuckles. “Look at you, Vox.” Comes the amused drawl, deep like the rumble just before a strike of lightning. Glancing back to Hadama with a nod and that same knowing, shit-eating grin, Pierce offers his nod. “In the flesh.” Pulling away a touch dramatically from the conversation as Vox goes to sing his praises, the brawler casts another glance around their rather pitiful party and returns back to Vox.
Hearing the singing praises and the toast, Pierce twists to grab what could only likely be a voidy sunrise, blending purples and lilac, with an odd kind of green hue. Hoisting it up high for a toast for himself – because the pity party happening outside of it seemed unlikely to share in it. “C’mon guys, what’s a guy gotta do to liven up the party?” This is angled toward everyone in the distance, the curve of his grin still as cocky and arrogant. “I don’t bite.”
And it’s precisely the time that Flora calls out to the group and Pierce’s gaze flits between everyone as the party seems to get a little bit more life in it.
His lips part to speak when Vox arrives, the sensation of static bursting through his form, but one he buries down as he chuckles. “Look at you, Vox.” Comes the amused drawl, deep like the rumble just before a strike of lightning. Glancing back to Hadama with a nod and that same knowing, shit-eating grin, Pierce offers his nod. “In the flesh.” Pulling away a touch dramatically from the conversation as Vox goes to sing his praises, the brawler casts another glance around their rather pitiful party and returns back to Vox.
Hearing the singing praises and the toast, Pierce twists to grab what could only likely be a voidy sunrise, blending purples and lilac, with an odd kind of green hue. Hoisting it up high for a toast for himself – because the pity party happening outside of it seemed unlikely to share in it. “C’mon guys, what’s a guy gotta do to liven up the party?” This is angled toward everyone in the distance, the curve of his grin still as cocky and arrogant. “I don’t bite.”
And it’s precisely the time that Flora calls out to the group and Pierce’s gaze flits between everyone as the party seems to get a little bit more life in it.
