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Vanilla #19. Games with Sprinkles
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1252
Word Count : 589
The first time I've done Terrel's PoV - it was fun. Alright, so it's not much of a game but they are keeping score...
One hand curled over the cloth wrapped edge of the buffet table and the other around the stem of a glass of wine, Terrel surveyed the dance floor. Flocks of girls in brightly colored silk and satin swarmed and shifted about the room like painted clouds, every shimmering one of them drawing his eye like so many brilliant pieces of candy.
He settled on one cluster of ladies and cast a toothy smile at a dark haired young thing in a billowing, yellow gown that swooped down low off her shoulders to expose a fair amount of soft, white flesh. She glanced his way, a dainty hand coming to her mouth as color crept over her cheeks. Terrel walked his fingers across the tabletop while he searched his memory for a name. Lola? No. He skirted a platter, still grinning at the girl. Lila? He struggled not to frown at the effort recollection was costing him, as his fingers danced their way up the side of a vase. Lonna. His hand closed around a slender stalk. Lonna Wyram. He quietly relieved the centerpiece of a single red blossom and tucked it behind his back. He sent her a wink, which brought on a giggle from the girl, and continued on his way.
From a corner, Rina Branimir waved at him coyly, batting long lashes as she studied him over the rim of her glass. Terrel slipped his own drink to the table so he could return the gesture, as his eyes crept over generous curves discreetly tucked beneath layers of red silk. He then pulled another flower from the vase and added it to the first as his eyes began, once more, to wander.
He found the matching, blonde forms of Merisa Turin and Keilie Eldrid in another corner. The cousins were all but inseperable. He’d have to do something about that before the night was through, find a quiet place alone with one of them. But which, he wondered, as he eyed the pair, long legs and slender arms peeking from beneath their green and gold satin ruffles. The two turned his way and Keilie uttered something to Merisa that led to both women blushing and laughing, though they were still grinning at him. Terrel plucked two more stems from the centerpiece.
As he scanned the room again, his brother caught his eye. Harmon was dancing with Elisheva. Seemed he was stuck doing a lot of that lately, the poor thing. He lifted a hand from her side and held three fingers behind her back for Terrel to see. Terrel raised a brow and pointed a finger at Ellie, who was still swaying in his arms, oblivious to the whole exchange. Harmon frowned and nodded, his hand settling back on her hip, and Terrel laughed.
Harmon’s eyes lingered on him expectantly. As Terrel proudly fanned four fingers in front of himself, Masakari Burnoire sauntered past, cold, quiet beauty in blue that she always was, and amended it to five. Harmon followed his gaze and stiffled a laugh. Yes, five, Terrel insisted.
His latest target paused to regard him with suspicion, and Terrel gave the hand still poised in front of him a flustered look, hastily folding his fingers and then bringing them playfully to his lips to blow her a kiss. Masakari rolled those icy eyes and continued on her way. Terrel snatched another bloom and followed after. He swore he heard Harmon laughing. It didn’t matter. Four or five, he’d still won, and it would be five.
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1252
Word Count : 589
The first time I've done Terrel's PoV - it was fun. Alright, so it's not much of a game but they are keeping score...
One hand curled over the cloth wrapped edge of the buffet table and the other around the stem of a glass of wine, Terrel surveyed the dance floor. Flocks of girls in brightly colored silk and satin swarmed and shifted about the room like painted clouds, every shimmering one of them drawing his eye like so many brilliant pieces of candy.
He settled on one cluster of ladies and cast a toothy smile at a dark haired young thing in a billowing, yellow gown that swooped down low off her shoulders to expose a fair amount of soft, white flesh. She glanced his way, a dainty hand coming to her mouth as color crept over her cheeks. Terrel walked his fingers across the tabletop while he searched his memory for a name. Lola? No. He skirted a platter, still grinning at the girl. Lila? He struggled not to frown at the effort recollection was costing him, as his fingers danced their way up the side of a vase. Lonna. His hand closed around a slender stalk. Lonna Wyram. He quietly relieved the centerpiece of a single red blossom and tucked it behind his back. He sent her a wink, which brought on a giggle from the girl, and continued on his way.
From a corner, Rina Branimir waved at him coyly, batting long lashes as she studied him over the rim of her glass. Terrel slipped his own drink to the table so he could return the gesture, as his eyes crept over generous curves discreetly tucked beneath layers of red silk. He then pulled another flower from the vase and added it to the first as his eyes began, once more, to wander.
He found the matching, blonde forms of Merisa Turin and Keilie Eldrid in another corner. The cousins were all but inseperable. He’d have to do something about that before the night was through, find a quiet place alone with one of them. But which, he wondered, as he eyed the pair, long legs and slender arms peeking from beneath their green and gold satin ruffles. The two turned his way and Keilie uttered something to Merisa that led to both women blushing and laughing, though they were still grinning at him. Terrel plucked two more stems from the centerpiece.
As he scanned the room again, his brother caught his eye. Harmon was dancing with Elisheva. Seemed he was stuck doing a lot of that lately, the poor thing. He lifted a hand from her side and held three fingers behind her back for Terrel to see. Terrel raised a brow and pointed a finger at Ellie, who was still swaying in his arms, oblivious to the whole exchange. Harmon frowned and nodded, his hand settling back on her hip, and Terrel laughed.
Harmon’s eyes lingered on him expectantly. As Terrel proudly fanned four fingers in front of himself, Masakari Burnoire sauntered past, cold, quiet beauty in blue that she always was, and amended it to five. Harmon followed his gaze and stiffled a laugh. Yes, five, Terrel insisted.
His latest target paused to regard him with suspicion, and Terrel gave the hand still poised in front of him a flustered look, hastily folding his fingers and then bringing them playfully to his lips to blow her a kiss. Masakari rolled those icy eyes and continued on her way. Terrel snatched another bloom and followed after. He swore he heard Harmon laughing. It didn’t matter. Four or five, he’d still won, and it would be five.