The After Party
Aug. 3rd, 2017 03:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smiletactics His attire was thoughtfully planned out by Clive and Mathilda, since apparently he wasn't qualified to make the decision for such an occasion, as such he 'would destroy Zofia with a single undone seam on his cuff'. Which was silly, considering how clean cut he was. He's just been a soldier for so long that wearing something exhibiting his stature once again was somewhat daunting. What would his brother have said? Regardless, those thoughts are soon put to the back of his mind since Clive has allowed him the pleasure of being his sister's date.
A deep burgundy overcoat, not too long and not too short that closed over a black leather jerkin that enclosed his neck. It was modest, since they knew he wouldn't wear a hat to save his own life. Mathilda's shoes were demure as well, nothing that showed that the Deliverance was superfluous, but definitely worth committing your honor to. Clive was probably the most decorated (as much as allowed), establishing his role as a leader of the Deliverance with embroidered gold trim and a dark sash over his jacket. If there was any consistency, it was that they too, had no intention in wearing gaudy accessories.
They arrived first, before the Clair's party had entered in with Alm -- fashionably late as Mathilda instructed them to. Lukas by that time was exhausted by the offers of dalliances and other proposals some of the guests were throwing at him. Were it not for Clive intervening in order to tell him to retrieve his sister, he might have excused himself sooner or later. At least, if anything was worth attending this festivity, it would be to see how brilliant Alm handled everyone tonight. It was only after a rousing speech Alm gave, did he manage to approach Clair trying to pry her attention away from Gray, Tobin, Kliff and Faye's attention, by greeting them all at once. "Are we enjoying ourselves?"
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Date: 2017-08-03 07:17 pm (UTC)Truth be told however, inside she initially felt full of regrets. Her first pick for the ball would have been Alm. Unfortunately as soon as the announcement regarding the ball reached their ears, Faye had made the first move. Nevertheless, she decided to push away these negative thoughts and enjoy a night where they could be free from the hardships of war for once.
Clair herself wore a stunning royal blue gown that reached to the floor. For the occasion she wore her hair down with the exception of two strands of hair on opposite sides of her head that met in the back and was held together by a butterfly clip whose color matched the dress. While her set up was less elaborate than some of the outfits she wore in the past, she still wanted to display a sense of elegance.
Much to many men's dismay (especially Gray's) she had her attention fixated on Alm from the moment she arrived at the ball. Almost oblivious to the attention she received from other men. That is until Lukas came by the group once Alm's uplifting speech had concluded.
"Ah, salutations Lukas!" She took out a blue fan that she had been carrying around, hiding the bottom half of her face. While it may have come off as an act to be coy, a more astute person can spot her cheeks growing pinker in a blush. She had always been constantly around Lukas ever since he enlisted into the Deliverance. But it was like he had bloomed into a handsome fellow now that he wore proper formal attire and gussied up for the event instead of the armor he usually had on.
"You look so... ravishing! Yes, ravishing. Have you come to steal me away now?" She giggled, extending over her free hand towards him. Somewhere over in the background there is Grey grimacing over the two of them together.