I can do this all day.
He might have been dressed in an abysmal imitation of the mischievous herald - if people thought it was a single yard of black fabric held together with a few stitches of thread, they would be completely correct - but the sunshine smile was a dead giveaway. Even his green eyes were like a neon nametag broadcasting his identity from behind the poorly cut strip of black cloth. But Zavien wasn't here to go anonymous or show off his stellar sewing skills, he was here to enjoy his time with Lena and maybe catch up with some friends in a moment away from the never ending city improvement plans.
Leaning in conspiratorially to her whisper, he nodded his head, that characteristic smile curling on his lips. "Extremely. There's nothing to lift or fix here." He flashed her a playful look, squeezing her hand as they passed through the glowing canopy and into the singing atmosphere of the party.
The question is barely leaving her lips before he's guiding them towards the impressive display of foods and other sustenance. "Oh. I think we need cider first, because once I get you on that dance floor, I don't think we're coming off." His eyes glittered through the black of his mask, lifting her hand to his lips like some dashing suitor who planned to sweep her off her feet in the twinkle of the lights. "If I have anything to say about it, my mysterious lady, I'll be twirling you until the end of the night." Zavien may be a clutz in just about every way imaginable, but fighting and dancing happened to be his strong suits, and he planned on taking advantage of his undiminishable joy and every free moment they had.
Outfit made in [SE] rags to riches
Leaning in conspiratorially to her whisper, he nodded his head, that characteristic smile curling on his lips. "Extremely. There's nothing to lift or fix here." He flashed her a playful look, squeezing her hand as they passed through the glowing canopy and into the singing atmosphere of the party.
The question is barely leaving her lips before he's guiding them towards the impressive display of foods and other sustenance. "Oh. I think we need cider first, because once I get you on that dance floor, I don't think we're coming off." His eyes glittered through the black of his mask, lifting her hand to his lips like some dashing suitor who planned to sweep her off her feet in the twinkle of the lights. "If I have anything to say about it, my mysterious lady, I'll be twirling you until the end of the night." Zavien may be a clutz in just about every way imaginable, but fighting and dancing happened to be his strong suits, and he planned on taking advantage of his undiminishable joy and every free moment they had.
Outfit made in [SE] rags to riches
Zavien
