Don't need to know where we're going
He'd very much like to help her out of this leather corset, but he's minding his manners for the time being. That's made all the easier when her arm claims his, keeping him from running his hand by 'mistake' across the sleek curve of her ass, which is tucked away in leather like a dare and he's no mind for truth. Pity, but he leans into the warm tug of her body all the same, holding her with a force that's neither obvious nor mild, as adamant as gravity.
He does have leather on too, actually. Just not nearly as alluring as hers, but an unzipped jacket layered over a purple hoodie. If he's wearing the hood, which he currently is due to the rain and their arrival, it's designed to give him a dragon's head due to it's shape, embroidered eyes, and stitched in tongue and teeth on the edges. The rest of his outfit is some purposefully torn, black skinny jeans that also happen to make his ass look fantastic, thank you. His boots cut a path alongside hers, enough traction built into them to avoid any immediate mishaps with the mud.
Certain that he had just seen Charlie appearing and then vanishing after a scream about orgies, of all things, his attention is distant until he feels the pulse of her fingers. With a splash of firework light spilling over them in vibrant green, he inclines his head more towards her. "Thank you," he says back low and grateful after a moment, a smile warming his features in an unexpected way at the consideration in her words. He squishes her against him tighter, not certain how else to express how much that means to him except to smother her in his grip. He leans in over the firelight dazzling her features and claims a short kiss, if only not to interrupt their stride too badly.
"I'm rather looking forward to having a good time tonight though," he reassures, figuring that this isn't a place where she has to be queen or he has to patrol, and they can just be. Not that either had particularly been why it went south last time, but each day with her since has layered reassurance and love over the moment, and this just another addition to it, that he isn't worried in the slightest. "And I'd hate for Rupert to have to ruin...what is a much bigger party than I imagined when Charlie first invited us." He trails off for a moment as he glances up from her to the sweeping array of heat and light and chaos around them, someone half naked running by with a shout and a flick of their tail. He shakes his head faintly with a laugh, steering them towards the drink table like he already knows they'll need some liquor to ease into this, or at least he does.
He does have leather on too, actually. Just not nearly as alluring as hers, but an unzipped jacket layered over a purple hoodie. If he's wearing the hood, which he currently is due to the rain and their arrival, it's designed to give him a dragon's head due to it's shape, embroidered eyes, and stitched in tongue and teeth on the edges. The rest of his outfit is some purposefully torn, black skinny jeans that also happen to make his ass look fantastic, thank you. His boots cut a path alongside hers, enough traction built into them to avoid any immediate mishaps with the mud.
Certain that he had just seen Charlie appearing and then vanishing after a scream about orgies, of all things, his attention is distant until he feels the pulse of her fingers. With a splash of firework light spilling over them in vibrant green, he inclines his head more towards her. "Thank you," he says back low and grateful after a moment, a smile warming his features in an unexpected way at the consideration in her words. He squishes her against him tighter, not certain how else to express how much that means to him except to smother her in his grip. He leans in over the firelight dazzling her features and claims a short kiss, if only not to interrupt their stride too badly.
"I'm rather looking forward to having a good time tonight though," he reassures, figuring that this isn't a place where she has to be queen or he has to patrol, and they can just be. Not that either had particularly been why it went south last time, but each day with her since has layered reassurance and love over the moment, and this just another addition to it, that he isn't worried in the slightest. "And I'd hate for Rupert to have to ruin...what is a much bigger party than I imagined when Charlie first invited us." He trails off for a moment as he glances up from her to the sweeping array of heat and light and chaos around them, someone half naked running by with a shout and a flick of their tail. He shakes his head faintly with a laugh, steering them towards the drink table like he already knows they'll need some liquor to ease into this, or at least he does.
Kaisel
It'll all make sense when we arrive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
