The decorations are what draw him in and although he really doesn't much feel like speaking to many people or even being around them he wonders if it won't do him some good to force himself into a more social situation, at least for a little while. He does have some friends, perhaps only one at the very least, here and it wouldn't be too terrible to speak once again. It would be nice to do some catching up.
He slips into the room, keeping mostly out of sight for a short while, eventually however he does take up a seat at the very least on a sofa more toward the central part of the room, though very likely he shall have to be approached first.
He turns to her, almost without really realizing it. A soft smile presents itself as he sees her and even as he parts his lips to speak he simply closes them again for a moment. Letting out a soft sigh he leans over to rest his elbow on the shoulder of the sofa and likewise his head on his hand. It is only then that he speaks. "You look well. Better. It is more than many can say."
"Thank you," she replies, still quite subdued. "As do you."
She's not angry at him by any means - it's only that she is terribly preoccupied. This is making her just as gloomy as she used to be before Celebrimbor came into her life.
Pascal is around - he wouldn't mind spending some quality time with his lover, or perhaps checking (once more) on the lover's brother. He's not feeling selective, though, so anyone can come say hello.
Actually, this seems to be doing him good. While he has a glass in his hand it only has champagne, and his color is high and he beams, seeing Pascal and clearing a path to him, smile broad.
Pascal grins a little more and notes the glass - but says nothing about it for now. "How are you my love?" He wanders over and slides an arm around his waist, casually, tenderly.
He leans over and kisses Pascal, high on the cheekbone. "Delightful, delightful. It's a fine evening, isn't it? This is just - I used to attend these things all the time."
After talking to Lucivar, Armand collects a small glass of wine and a plate of cakes and fruit. He is unused to the wine these days, but it might give him the courage to remain around such a crowd. The mix seems a bit too volatile to him. He's open to talking to new people as well as catching up on his dear ones.
Aredhel doesn't go out much - her ankles and wrists are swollen by her pregnancy, and the heavy (if joyous) burden of her swollen belly is restraining her movements.
Perhaps, though, she's felt the need to take a small walk. She's still terrified of coming across Curufin, but with Armand's ring, she's feeling safe enough to wander into the social world.
She waves at him from across the room, with a beautiful smile. Forgive her if she's not standing - she feels heavy - and now that she's found a seat, she can't quite bring herself to standing up again.
That smile is an effective lure. He doesn't seem to hurry, because he doesn't want accidentally to alarm anyone, but he walks over to her, losing the wine glass along the way. The flush in his cheeks demonstrate quite well enough that he's had a little and that he's lost any tolerance he used to have for it.
"Irissë, how wonderful to see you!" His happiness is completely genuine.
She grins, extends her hands to him - if he lets her, she will tug him into sitting with her on the couch. "Firyo! It's so lovely to see you. Have you been well?"
Saetan has no agenda. He does have a full glass of yabarah in his hand, though. It looks like ordinary mulled wine, slightly thick, but would smell different to those with heightened senses or are just plain nosy. He's moving around the crowd, slowly, just listening at the fringes of conversations.
Here are two young elves who might interest Saetan. They certainly have on them the scent of Aaron, Kalush and Ariana - the boys have been staying with them for six months, now.
One of them, in particular, is bonded to Ariana in special ways. At this point, though, they also both have a very strong link to all family members.
A twin is looking at the food, picking at it hesitantly. The other is looking at the drinks and considering his options very seriously.
[OOC: I want to wait for Jaenelle's mun to tell me whether she's mentioned Saetan off screen or not before Niko tags back, just so you know.]
There is a part of Saetan that is always a parent. He isn't really up to eating or enjoying much of anything on the tables, but he sees the boys and notes that, while they aren't Blood, they certainly smell of acquaintance with them.
To the one looking at the drinks, he says, a hint of amusement in his deep voice, "Choose carefully. I don't think many of the selections are suited to one your age."
The twin who was looking at the drinks looks up at the older man. These boys are well mannered - if overall a bit on the messy side when it comes to food, a remnant of their time in the woods. "My age, sir?"
His brother interrupts his first face-stuffing endeavor to snork at him.
Davos did not know enough about the people of the mansion for his own liking. A man who can't read the crowd is like to be killed by a mob in his view. So he is attending the party, his back against a wall as he watches the crowd with a drink in his hand.
He isn't drinking too fast though, he enjoys some ale as much as anyone but he's planning on remaining sober and alert.
This man is sober too. He's looking at the still and the mugs and considering whether he should try the ale or not. Tristan is concerned with losing his careful discretion. Although not being anywhere close to Cornwall should ease him, secrecy is too ingrained in him to disappear.
He glances at the man - a smuggler, perhaps? He seems to be from the same time period as himself, which the knight finds quite enticing. He nods, politely. "Good evening."
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He slips into the room, keeping mostly out of sight for a short while, eventually however he does take up a seat at the very least on a sofa more toward the central part of the room, though very likely he shall have to be approached first.
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Perhaps it is the feeling of another Immortal that draws her here, however. She comes to stand next to him, silent, for now.
Words are sometimes superfluous, and she is not in a talkative mood, these nights.
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She's not angry at him by any means - it's only that she is terribly preoccupied. This is making her just as gloomy as she used to be before Celebrimbor came into her life.
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Actually, this seems to be doing him good. While he has a glass in his hand it only has champagne, and his color is high and he beams, seeing Pascal and clearing a path to him, smile broad.
"Pascal, darling!"
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Perhaps, though, she's felt the need to take a small walk. She's still terrified of coming across Curufin, but with Armand's ring, she's feeling safe enough to wander into the social world.
She waves at him from across the room, with a beautiful smile. Forgive her if she's not standing - she feels heavy - and now that she's found a seat, she can't quite bring herself to standing up again.
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"Irissë, how wonderful to see you!" His happiness is completely genuine.
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One of them, in particular, is bonded to Ariana in special ways. At this point, though, they also both have a very strong link to all family members.
A twin is looking at the food, picking at it hesitantly. The other is looking at the drinks and considering his options very seriously.
[OOC: I want to wait for Jaenelle's mun to tell me whether she's mentioned Saetan off screen or not before Niko tags back, just so you know.]
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To the one looking at the drinks, he says, a hint of amusement in his deep voice, "Choose carefully. I don't think many of the selections are suited to one your age."
[OOC: I understand.]
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His brother interrupts his first face-stuffing endeavor to snork at him.
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He isn't drinking too fast though, he enjoys some ale as much as anyone but he's planning on remaining sober and alert.
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He glances at the man - a smuggler, perhaps? He seems to be from the same time period as himself, which the knight finds quite enticing. He nods, politely. "Good evening."
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