bravenewworld | Dancing Through Life [OPEN]

Who: Feliks, and whoever shows up. Mingle log, everyone's invited!
Where: The old Łukasiewicz manor
When: In the evening, on the day after spring's sudden onset.
Warning: Alcohol will be available? Otherwise, depends on the players--stick a warning in the subject line if anything gets out of hand.

The rumors and casual invitations started a long while ago, in the wake of Team Evolution's departure, but it took a while to nail down a date, and to shine up the rarely used public areas on the lower floor of the Łukasiewicz family estate, two floors on top of one of the towers towards the outskirts of the residential district. Paper invitations came several days ago, to damn near everyone with an address (though of course, the nobles' are on finer paper, hand-written by Feliks's grandparents and properly sealed.) Though everyone is invited, the general public has also been reminded to dress well and behave themselves presentably--it isn't every day you're invited into a noble house, is it?

Even for the nobles, honestly, it's rare to see this one. The heads of the family are aged, and while they often appear and are pleasant enough at everyone else's events, they have little energy for arranging their own in general.

They seem to have gone all out on this one, though, perhaps because the first ball of the spring demands it and perhaps because they're celebrating so many things at once. First there was Feliks's performance in the tournament, then his evolution, and of course they're still looking to find him a nice match. And spring, quite suddenly, is in the air, the weather pleasantly warm and the balcony gardens overflowing with blossoming flowers--a small legion of gardeners has been brought in to keep the plants under control, actually, given their overabundance lately.

The food and drinks are fantastic, varied, and plentiful, laid out at strategic points around the wide, gleaming dance floor. The best musicians from all over the city have been hired to encourage people to make use of it, and to keep the atmosphere nice and light.

So come on in--talk, dance, eat all the little berry pastry things, and welcome the spring!

[OOC: Will put up a couple of threads for different areas of the party to keep it organized, feel free to mingle and tag around with everyone!]

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People could talk all they wanted about his friends "monopolizing" his time--he'd never have lasted this long with so much company if they hadn't been there supporting him, especially Fai. He'd never been unhappy to see him in the time they'd really known each other, but he thought right then that he'd never been more relieved at his presence than at that moment.

Laying his head down in the other boy's lap, he closed his eyes and felt the tension sink out of him again. "Mm. Like... Like, the dancing was way fun, though? And the clothes, and like, the food was way good."

He was just going to explode from embarrassment and run off into the wilderness forever if his grandparents threw one more well-meaning young lady who looked like she was smuggling a pair of Voltorbs under her dress at him tonight.

Fai drew in a deep breath, the crispness of outside air as against his skin as always feeling good after any time spent indoors. His hands automatically started combing through Feliks' hair, even as he took care to keep his claws in, soft gold and red slipping between slim fingers.

"I enjoyed the dancing too. And I've talked to some interesting people. Ah, and it was nice of your grandparents to let me come here, I think, since apparently you're not the only one who counts as a prime catch right now." He grimaced awkwardly and laughed, because while he didn't mind female attention quite as much as Feliks did, it was still rather strange to have people flirt with you because of who you were related to. He'd never realized how much of a shield against that sort of thing Lux had been. Poor Yuui.

"But we got through it, right?"

Edited 2014-05-01 00:10 (UTC)

Fai's hands were the actual best thing in the world, Feliks was pretty sure. He shimmered with each little stroke, turning his head to nuzzle he other boy's hands lazily. He could like, physically feel the tension draining out of him.

"Yeah, just barely. I wouldn't have come if they wouldn't let you, though, and that'd totally mess up their plans! It would've been way boring without you... Plus I needed someone to get some of their attention off me. Tactics, you know?"

He wasn't completely joking, but it was said lightly, and not completely true, either. Really, he just enjoyed being around Fai--he made everything more bearable, with his smiles and his warmth.

Savior, he could keep doing this all night. He laughed at the little sparks of light leaving Feliks' hair, following one with his finger like Rumpleteazer trying to catch a beam of reflected light. Then he tugged playfully at a lock of hair before resuming his previous combing activities.

"Ah, I see. Well, I can imagine it wasn't that popular with them," not with Fai's family being so obscenely rich and ripe for the taking, "so I appreciate the blackmail. Even if it was partly just to turn me into a honeytrap for busty and enthusiastic young ladies."

He grinned and flicked Feliks' nose with a finger, and then extended a talon to paint a faint line along his nose. "Very sofisticated of you. I thought I was the tactician here."

He laughed, tilting his chin up and blowing a little puff of air at Fai's hand. With anyone else, the claw might have been threatening or something, but it didn't cross his mind to be worried about it now, not even fleetingly.

"Are you saying I haven't always been a total genius mastermind?" he teased, reaching a slender arm up to ruffle the taller boy's feathers, then smooth them down soothingly. "Because come on, that's crazy talk. I always have the best ideas!

"Like telling my grandparents that making it 'the whole city's invited, except the Flourites' might make stuff kinda touchy. Totally brilliant, right?"

"You're right, of course, that was very remiss of me." He giggles quietly as the expelled air tickles his skin, and then he runs a finger playfully along Feliks' lower lip before resting his hand against his cheek.

"And you're very right. If they had invited everyone except us, heads would most certainly have rolled. Or rather, very cutting remarks would have made, and rumors would have been spread. Which to a noble is a lot worse, I guess." He sighs, smiling. "I hope none of the young ladies got too forward, huh?"

"Not too forward," he agrees, shaking his head a little, then pressing his face comfortably against the other boy's hand in a totally best-friend-appropriate way. "At least, most of them seemed like they could take a hint, and we just had fun dancing!"

The issue in his life was just that his grandparents didn't want to accept the hints he was flinging their way.

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