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Kasumi Ao

"It is better to light a candle than curse the darkness."

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a character in “The Fair Folk”, as played by rubytuesday

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"Sometimes I am terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it wants. The way it stops and starts."

Yesterday | The Beatles || Fix You | Coldplay || Skinny Love | Bon Iver









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N A M E
Kasumi Ao
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blue mist; in reference to the form she typically takes when roaming forests and bogs

H U M A N . A L I A S
Kabayashi Hikari

N I C K N A M E S
Soo / Sumi | by friends | sometimes | indifferent towards
Yo | by friends | often | likes
Blue | by various | often | likes

A G E
two hundred and four

C O U R T
unseelie

N A T I O N A L I T Y
Japanese

S E X U A L I T Y
pansexual | demiromantic

D I A L O G U E . C O L O U R
#8caba8

T H O U G H T . C O L O U R
#638884





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S P E C I E S
willo-the-wisp; also known as jack-o'-lanterns or friar's lanterns, willo-the-wisps are a somewhat elusive species of fae, prone to keeping to themselves. Their typical homes are the likes of forests, swamps, and bogs, and many of this species have a naturally instilled mischievousness, playing pranks on humans through such methods as leading them away from the paths. Willo-the-wisps often take the form of either a shrinking, oddly-hued mist, or more often, a floating flame, typically in shades of green, purple, or blue.

A B I L I T I E S
will-o-the-wisps are by no means powerful creatures, and in terms of aggression and conflict, they are seldom useful. Will-o-the-wisps abilities are really, more useful in terms of defense, or rather, staying away from conflict at all. Intangibility is one of their more impressive abilities, and will-o-the-wisps can move through solid matter when they are in their flame or fog form. Coupled with this power is the ability to become invisible to the naked eye, which, with their habit of avoiding contact from the outside world, comes in very handy. Some will-o-the-wisps, Ao included, also have the ability to induce confusion and nausea, although this is very limited, and greatly depends on both the inducer's level of ability, and the induced's own personal strength and will. For example, a dull-minded human could easily find his mind fogged by the will-o-the-wisps sense-straying abilities, but if a will-o-the-wisp were to attempt to magically confuse a quick-witted elf, the procedure would be considerably trickier, and the effects would likely wear off far more quickly. Finally, will-o-the-wisps can produce light, although more to the likeness of an oil lamp than a spotlight.





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H U M A N . A P P E A R A N C E
As far as human appearances go, Kasumi's form is fairly honest. Honest in that, whilst even the most hideous of fae -the likes of trolls and goblins- can easily resort to beautiful faces given the right amount of glamour and magic, Ao's human form is just as delicate and gentle in appearance as her fae's. She is by no means intimidating, and her small stature -an unimpressive height of about 5'3"- leaves few considering her fighting material. Her frame itself adds to this opinion, as her figure is neither lean nor wiry, instead what one might describe as 'dainty' or 'petite'. She is very slender, more skinny than svelte, and if she were taller, her limbs would fall into gangly. This all being said, by typical Western standards, she is really rather pretty. Of course, this is hardly something to be impressed by, as many fae have human appearances that fall into the ranks of gorgeous and border on ethereal. Ao has a very young looking face that would not look out of place on a seventeen or eighteen year old, despite her 'human age' actually being twenty one. This is assisted by her soft cheeks, yet to be hallowed by age, and button nose. Her teeth are straight and white, and when she smiles, she shows them off through her natural, wide grins. Her lips are a soft, fair rose, and pucker against her clear complexion, which is a very fair shade of olive. Her eyes are slender and almond-shaped, with dark lashes and charcoal irises. Her hair she nowadays keeps short, although in the past her dabbled in longer locks. It is similar in shade to dark chocolate, and falls straight and slightly tussled, curling at the nape of her neck.

F A E . A P P E A R A N C E
Ao has multiple appearances when in fae form, as does any other willo-the-wisp. Whilst she most often takes the form of a spout of glowing, fair blue fog, she can also easily shift into an orb of blue flame. On rarer occasions, she appears in a form similar to her human form, only far paler to the point of translucence, and wearing a floor-length white dress and carrying a lantern, within which the glows the typical blue flame associated with her species.

S T Y L E
In terms of human fashion, Ao has found a penchant for wearing rather odd attires of whatever clothing items catch her eye. She is by no means a 'fashionista', and like most fae, is more concerned with her own appearance than that of others, at least when it comes to physical appearance. She prefers winter clothing to summer, and even on hot days can be found wearing woolen jumpers and knee-high socks. She prefers to stick to more calm, muted colors; the likes of blue, white, and grey. x ; x ; x ; x ; x





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P E R S O N A L I T Y
emotions are complicated things, shown in complicated ways. Unpleasant feelings like anxiety and woe can give way to bubbling laughter, whilst euphoria can be revealed through tears just as easily as it can smiles. People can be sorrowful yet content, angry yet understanding, concerned yet relieved. A person's mind is a constant flurry of moods, constrasting and colliding with one another. They are so damn difficult to figure out.
Such is Ao's dilemma. Her intelligence when it comes to the likes of history, science, mathematics -the things you can learn through the written word, from lectures and encyclopedias- is impressive by all accounts. You could easily have her recite Latin texts, or solve difficult equations, but try and urge her to carry along a conversation of small talk and gossip, and her mind with flutter off almost immediately. When it comes to empathy, it is really a learning progress for Ao. Life without much company, and very little affection, has left her what one may describe as emotionally stunted. She thinks herself clever, but in reality, she can be truly naive when it comes to the real world. The world of cheating and lies and love and rage and passion. Passion. She ponders passion quite often. And envies the passionate, not that her pride would ever allow her to admit it. To feel quite so strongly about something, to be willing to put life and limb on the line for the sake of one sole cause; it amazes her. However, despite how she may appear, blank and stiff and generally peculiar, Ao is not without emotions. Quite the contrary. She is still living, after all. She still feels fire in her chest when faced with adversity. Laughter still bubbles from her lips when amusement strikes her. Her heart still flutters when someone too lovely gets a little too close.
She is simply at a stage upon which understanding what these little actions mean for her is still a blurry mess. She may query herself, and she oft does when left to her lonesome -and such an occasion isn't exactly rare. Why is my chest so hot, and why do I want to punch that person in the face so very badly? She could have done possibly the most moronic thing since Germany's invasion of Russia during winter, so why am I laughing? By fae standards, he is indeed rather attractive, but why is my heart beating so rapidly? Am I ill?
Not to mention, whatever feelings do inhabit her star-studded psyche often get quashed by her fear of vulnerability, and swept into the deepest corners of her mind, where she pretends she can't feel them. For whatever reason, rejection has always been something that Ao is terrified of. The thought of being left, bare and delicate, in front of someone... it something that Ao can never seem to differentiate between heavenly and horrific.
Odd how often those two things coincide.
And so she cools the fire in her chest, stiffles her laughter, and ignores her heart's defiant flutter as it rebels against all of her insecurities.
Strangely enough, despite her reservations when it comes to social interactions, she is not at all afraid of them. She will not shy away from people simply because she is rubbish at talking to them. Instead, she will respond in her usual tones of sarcasm and wit. She will reply deftly to comments, and rarely will her expression falter. She has had a fair few years of practice keeping herself looking calm under all circumstances, and thus, a chink in her iron armor is a rare sight indeed.
She is, however, known to betray a lighter side when conversations turn to things that truly engage or intrigue her, and if one were to insert some sort of historical event, decade-old debate, or simply offer her chocolate, she could very well become a fan before one's eyes, babbling on whilst one wonders where this exuberant fae emerged from, and exactly what happened to the reserved, cynical creature that stood there a moment before.
In truth, Ao's refusal to face her own feelings and emotions have left her worse rather than better, and although a intimidating combination of her pride and phobia keep her from being openly passionate or emotive, connections are something that is necessary. Not just to be happy, but to live. Which is perhaps why Ao needs all the help she can get.
To be fair, her apathetic side does have a limit, and whilst she's no teddy bear when it comes to providing comfort, she knows how to read emotions better than she knows how to display them. And if one of her few friends were to come to her, melancholy or woeful, she would do what she could to help. Even if that ultimately means delivering a bitchslap of truth and spoonfeeding them ice cream.





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L I K E S
despite seeming rather dispassionate on almost all occasions, Ao is not without a number of things she enjoys or admires. For one, she is a pluviophile, and finds comfort and solace in the form of rainy days. Winter and autumn are her favourite seasons for this reason, whilst the season of summer is one that she constantly wishes was shorter. She is an avid learner, adores reading, and possesses an impressive ability to store a miraculous amount of information in such a small head. Although she is not exactly a pro at handling the deeper, more meaningful conversations with other people, she does enjoy exchanging wit and snark when the occasion does arise. The more silver-tongued the person, the better. She both admires and envies the passionate and empathetic, the former whom display their inner feelings so easily, and the latter who can understand them equally so. She has a small adoration for chocolate, ice cream (french vanilla, especially), and blueberries, and these three questionably healthy foods make up her favourites. She is especially fascinated by history, and studies both human and fae past vigorously. Star-gazing is among her favourite hobbies, and she feels considerably more comfortable in environments of nature and flora.

D I S L I K E S
being as blunt as she is, when Ao dislikes something, she is seldom the type to keep it under wraps. She has displayed a very clear disdain for a number of random and trivial things, such as spicy food, the smell of petrol, yappy dogs, and hot weather, and although people aren't really her 'thing', there are certain traits that tend to peeve her more than others. Being someone that fears rejection and abandonment so very much, it is not surprising that those that show such traits as disloyalty and falsity are immediate in irking her. In a rather hypocritical sense, she dislikes sharing company with those of ignorance, and her patience runs thin when it comes to idiocy. A quiet soul, she feels claustrophobic and uncomfortable in crowds, and loud noises put her on edge. Save for fireworks, which she seems to have an odd solicitude for. Cats also make her jumpy, as they run so hot and cold in the delivery of their affections -purring one moment and clawing the next- that only a truly amiable feline will earn any sort of tenderness of the will-o-wisp.





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Q U I R K S . & . H A B I T S
Ao is an individual with an assortment of random tics and mannerisms that, once one has learnt their meanings, act as a translator, reading out her thoughts and emotions. She curls a lock of her hair around her finger when deep in thought, usually whilst furrowing her brows if said thought is particularly ponderous. She lightly chews her lip when anxious, and she has a tiny, pale, crescent-shaped birthmark on the side of her right-handed middle finger, which she traces with her left thumb when daydreaming. She sometimes murmurs to herself, especially when tackling the annoying little feelings, querying them when on her own, and pondering their purpose.

T A L E N T S . & . S T R E N G T H S
there is no doubt that Ao is the sort to rely on her mind rather than her fists when it comes to confronting situations of every variety. She is extremely intelligent, at least in the academic sense, and her intellect tends to cover a great variety of subjects, from science to history. The latter is something she is particularly passionate about, being extremely learned in not just the past events of fae, but also humanity's past. With her cleverness comes a sharp wit that often lashes out when her patience is tried. A clever quip here, and a verbal barb there, Ao's penchant for sarcasm and general acuity never leaves her without the last word. For all her difficulties in understanding people, Ao has a knack for weeding out truth, and telling when someone is lying. For whatever reason, be it an ability to read physical tells or just a strange aptness for perception, it is rare that Ao finds herself fooled by another's prevarications. The few people that she does allow into her somewhat frosty heart will find that she is loyal to a fault. Of course, it is seldom that this particular trait gets exemplified, as Ao makes a point of being rather detached.

F L A W S . & . W E A K N E S S E S
when it comes to weaknesses, Ao has a bucketload, although her pride alone will prevent her from admitting such. When it comes to physical conflict, Ao is about as useful as a dishcloth. Her size and frame will make this clear enough, as she is in possession of limbs that look as though they could easily be snapped in two with little effort. Social interaction is also something she proves to be impressively rubbish at, and she is completely tactless when it comes to understanding the emotional side of people beside herself. Hell, she even struggles to fathom some aspects of her own disposition, denying the presence of the more troublesome emotions like affection and fear when they come to call. In this aspect, she is aided by her harsh stubbornness. She is rather reserved, keeping but a few precious individuals at a distance for the sake of her own comfort. She also possesses a lazy streak that often sends her off into the dark depths of procrastination. When it comes to people, Ao is remarkable naive. As a will-o-the-wisp, she seldom has opportunity to interact, and even then, displays many qualities of guilelessness in the face of others. The complex workings of a person's mind are nothing like the books she resorts to in order to better understand the other aspects of life, and she often fails to both convey and interpret emotions as a result.

F E A R S
above all, Ao fears emotional vulnerability. This fear has resulted in her becoming somewhat of a shut-in, emotionally cut off from others for the sake of keeping herself safe from such horrors as betrayal and rejection. Ao is also claustrophobic, although not to the point of debilitation.





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H I S T O R Y
alone. Ao has spent all of her life this way. Of course, it is rare for fae of her species to do otherwise. Will-o-the-wisps are isolated creatures by nature; they wander the forests, rivers, swamps, and bogs, as lost as the human followers they inspire. Ao did not have parents, as whilst they have the ability to sexually reproduce, most will-o-the-wisps are made in a far grimmer manner. The souls of children, gone before their time, fading back and forth between reality and oblivion before forming a new will-o-the-wisp.
Ao was one of these children.
Of course, they don't keep hold of the memories their child once possessed, although occasionally, Ao's dreams will flicker, and her previous life will appear in flashes. Holding hands. Cherry blossoms. A descending blade. Ao doesn't much care for what her past life consisted of. It's over, after all.
And that is that.

1811, Japan. It was not at all the most pleasant of eras. Political disputes were an everyday occurrence, and the idea of engaging with the rest of the world was altogether a controversial and distinctly polarized subject. Ao spent her time watching. Upon her creation, she began at the physical age of the child that had passed in order for her to be born; eleven years old. As Japan's citizens argued and feuded, and globalization shifted back and forth from national objective to the country's greatest discouragement, Ao viewed them all from her place of comfort. From the forest in which she resided, she gazed through the ivory-barked branches of the cherry blossom trees. She studied the politics and languages. Foreigners were a source of delight, and left her ridden with curiosity as she scrutinized their mannerisms and investigated their purpose. From the moment she was on earth, she began learning. Her growing knowledge keeping her company in the absence of actual companions.

May 9th, 1969, Japan. A truly magnificent day. Ice cream was introduced to Japan.

1941 - 1945, Japan. If it had been mildly unpleasant before, now it was horrific. Political disputes were nothing in comparison to the second world war. Ao studied, as she always did, but for the four years, the joy of sating her curiosity dimmed, and the lessons being heavy and grim. As the country was laid waste to, the cherry blossom trees were set ablaze, their smoke curdling in the sky and turning it black. The ground became wet with blood, and corpses seemed to litter the ground like the leaves of autumn. It was a terrible sight, and it became all the more so when the bombs fell. Hiroshima and Nagasaki were the victims, and their occupants burned. It ended the war, and Ao found that her old home still smelt like death long after the dying had halted.

1946, United States of America. A brief stint. But stories of the place had left her irresistibly intrigued. Ao wandered the place for only a couple of years before discovering that the busyness and general volume of the place suited her ill. It was around two years after her arrival in the US that she learnt of a concentrated society of fae folk, as well as a beautiful landscape perfectly suited to her personal whims.

1948, Ireland. Ao found that she liked the quaint country and (some of) its inhabitants.

2015, Ireland. And then some fae just had to kill another fae's human. And like that, war struck again.







So begins...

Kasumi Ao's Story

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The afternoon had melted into evening, and the sun hung low in the sky; a golden-faced babe cradled by the prismatic furrow of clouds that spilled over the horizon. Its waning light caught in the forest's entangling verdure, and shattered, scattering pieces of lustre across the woodland floor like shards of glass from a broken mirror. The mist was a constant, and even as the fragments of luminescence pierced it, fronds of muted fog licked softly at the wounds made.

Glades were spread sparsely throughout the small wood; little clearings in which the light would spill, phosphorous and pale. Wildflowers grew thick and varied; a sundry assemblage of bluebells and foxgloves and wild angelica. The floral profusion circled around the centre figure of the glade -a solitary alder tree- like a gaudy necklace, its many-hued state making up for the tree's own dull appearance, struck bare by winter.

A fair-skinned leg swayed leisurely to and fro as it dangled from one of the alder's outstretched branches. Its pair was folded, knee used as a crutch to support the owner's elbow. She herself sat upright; back against the alder's bole, and as her dangling limb swung in fainΓ©ant oscillation, her focus was completely set on the words in front of her.

She'd been sitting there for the past six hours, studying. Studying the words that lay in laddered lines on each smoothly glossed page. Around people, her expression rarely faltered in its deadpan consistency, but whilst she read, her face was raw and as readable as her beloved novels. Now, her brow furrowed as her gaze drew across a particularly harrowing delineation.

"Hey-yup, Blue, time to get going!"

Her leg froze mid-sway, and the prior quietude crumbled in an instant. She turned her head slightly to face the speaker, slowly and deliberate, as though the action pained her.

Or perhaps just the person.

He looked as he always did; stupid. Or such was Ao's opinion. His eyes framed by thick kohl, his peridot irises flickering with mischievous vexation, and his hair styled into that ridiculous mohawk-y look that had gone out of fashion at least two decades ago. The omnipresent smile was there, too; directed at her as though expecting her to return one back.

She'd have thought he'd have learnt by now. "'Get going'? Get going where?"

Caolan scoffed as he looked up at the wisp, rocking back and forth on his feet with a cheerful vigor. "Wanderlust. Duh."

"And why would I want to visit that hormonal cesspit?"

Caolan stared at her a brief moment, as though stunned by her stupidity. He snapped out of his blinking stance with a wild wave of his hands, which he threw up in seeming exasperation. "Um, hello? Any clue what day it is?" "... The twenty second of December. Get a calendar." "It's Yule, you muppet!"

His outcry was met with a blank stare, and his chagrin flared. The dark curls that crowned his brow fluttered as he blew them from his eyes, and he jumped upwards, fingers catching on the alder's lowest branch. Grunting slightly, he hoisted himself up, swinging one leg over as he turned to face Ao. "The Winter Solstice! JΓ³l! The Longest Night! Come on, Blue, I thought you were supposed to be clever." "Why do you think I'm ignoring you?" "How do I love Yule? Let me count the ways. Drinking, partying, shagging..." "Why are you inviting me, again?" "... gambling, smoking, more shagging..."

Ao sighed censuredly, and she looked back to the publication in her hands, pointedly turning the page. Caolan halted in his listing, noting her lack of interest with a dash of distress. "To summarize, Yule is fucking fun. Something you aren't exactly privy to all that oft-"
He faltered as his gaze fell upon the literature Ao was reading, and he snatched it from her grasp. Reading the cover, his expression turned into one of humored incredulity.

"Are you reading fucking Cosmo?" "It provides a fascinating perspective of the human psyche." "Psyche my arse." He flicked aimlessly through the pages, before pausing on a certain article and reading out the title "Ooh, Twenty One Leonardo DiCaprio Movies..." He glanced up at her with a sultry expression, and finished with a hushed tone, "... Ranked by hotness."

Ao snatched the magazine out of his hands. "Let's just go to the damn club."

The so-called 'hormonal cesspit' that was Wanderlust smelt particularly strong this evening, an intoxicating concoction of incense and perspiration and spice. The building was flooded with fae, Unseelie and Seelie alike. Imbibing harlequin cocktails, exchanging conversation over the raucous din, pressing against each other on the dance floor, whispering sweet nothings in one another's ears.

Suffice to say, Ao was out of her element.

Caolan swung his arm over her shoulders, leading her through the crowd as he tossed out greetings here, and avoiding gazes there. The latter action was of no surprise to Ao, as Caolan had always had a knack for inspiring murderous thoughts. As they crossed the dance floor, Caolan gripped Ao's shoulders tightly, swerving her in the opposite direction as he sneaked glances behind him. "Shit. Uh... avoid the feathered bloke with the aviators, 'kay? I kind of owe him money."

Caolan's eyes caught on a familiar pair, and his previously nervous expression evolved into a wily grin. "Well, if it isn't my two favourite Seelie." Ao followed his gaze, and although her face did not crease in the slightest, a feeling of pleasantness blossomed. It truly was strange, that two of the people she was supposed to be enemies with were in fact some of her closest friends.

Well, perhaps the turn 'friends' was too strong. After all, she'd never exactly been adept in the art of friend-making, and 'friends' sounded so perpetual. So indefinite.

And as Ao knew more than any human could possibly, 'eternity' was a very long time.

Closing the distance between them, the odd pair walked up to the Seelie duo. It took only for the bartender to heed the identity of the oncoming customer for him to pour a whisky for the inky-eyed kobalo, and as he slid it across the bar, Caolan caught it deftly. Hopping lightly into a stool, he perched his elbow on the hard surface of the bar, and took a sip from his drink.

"Uh, shouldn't you two be slughtering some helpless human slave in bloodthirsty vengeance right about now?"

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Dalia’s hand falls to her side as the crowd coalesces into a throbbing mass of bodies, blocking her view of the female mer-twin. A hopeful smile – surely her frantic signalling had garnered some attention – marks Dalia’s face as she returns to a more relaxed pose. Dark green eyes fall on the young Luck Fae sitting opposite her, that hopeful smile turning into a smirk and a bubbling laugh as she watches Kaz listening to a quiet joke whispered into his ear by the ethereal Llyr.

Kazimir can feel the warm hand of his companion on the small of his back and he grins at the blonde figure beside him, muttering a borderline dirty joke in reply that has Llyr chuckling under his breath. Kaz catches Dalia’s gaze, grinning at the nymph when he sees her smirk. His golden eyes pass over her shoulder, catcing sight of a slim, dark haired figure navigating his way through the crowd. This is not the nixie whom Dalia had been madly waving to a minute ago, but the water fae’s twin brother. Kaz makes eyes at Dalia, attempting to signal their impending visitor. The wood nymph’s eyes narrow and the blooms in her hair turn a mustard yellow in confusion, her mouth parting to ask Kaz what he means when a warm presence comes to rest behind her back.

Her name is pronounced like a musical note, slipping from between rose lips like a song. The nymph’s smile broadens as she recognises the deep voice, turning her face up to meet the startlingly blue eyes of the newest addition to their small party. His compliment only makes her happier, the petals in her hair developing into little bluebells and delighted, miniature sunflowers.

β€œCael!” She says brightly, waiting for him to take his seat. As always she warms to his touch, her grin strengthening despite the assertion that her levels of intoxication are about to rise. There is truth in the statement, and in the possibility of Caelius having to take her home. This wouldn’t be the first occasion that has had the water fae supporting an intoxicated and silly nymph, yet Dalia is happy to note that she at least always remembers her night and manages to survive without too bad a hangover the next day. Dalia can’t say the same thing for Kazimir, who has been left crippled for a day after drinking in excess the night before several times.

Dalia giggles at Llyr’s interjection before scooting over in her seat so that she’s able to slide an arm around Caelius’ slender waist. Dalia has always been a person who craves contact, seeking it out whenever she’s with someone she knows well. Hell, she’ll give a complete stranger a hug in greeting if she thinks they need it. Caelius, however, is no stranger, nor is this the first time that she’s rested a rosy cheek on his shoulder. He’s just as comforting now as he’s always been; warm and stable, his smile sending flurries of happy flowers throughout her hair… or was that the alcohol?

β€œI’m glad you came tonight.” She tells him, head tilted back so that she can both rest it on his shoulder and attempt to meet his eyes. They’re a stunning vivid blue, her favourite colour. The arm wound around his hip gives him a squeeze, her eyes suddenly alighting with energy as an idea bubbles to the surface. β€œLet’s dance Cael!” She entreats, her head leaving the comfort of his shoulder as she slides off her chair.

The green fingers of Dalia’s hand lace their way through his, pulling lightly at his arm as she calls him to the dance floor again. A new song has come on, it’s a tune she’s never heard before but Dalia is determined that she will dance to it with Caelius. One could argue that the alcohol flowing through her system is increasing that determination, but then again where there is dancing one can always count on finding any nymphs present in the midst of it.

Across the table Kaz lets out a snort of amusement. β€œWe’ll save your seats if that’s what you’re worried about.” Kaz teases Caelius, β€œUnless they kick you out for scaring everyone off with your terrible dancing.” The joke is meant kindly rather than harshly, and the response from the nymph is a laugh and an extra tug on Caelius’ hand,

β€œYou won’t be that bad, not when you have me to help!” Dalia grins, almost bouncing on the spot, β€œI’ll show you how to move.”

Kaz opens his mouth to reply, the smirk on his face no doubt indicating that whatever his comment is will not be for innocent ears, yet before he can form the words his attention is stolen not by the fair haired Llyr, but a drawling Irish voice that has him turning in his seat to face the bar. He’s greeted by a fairly familiar sight; his favourite Unseelie, a glass of whiskey in his hand, dark kohl marking his eyes, and a cocky smirk decorating his face.

β€œCaolan you ass, you’re lucky it’s just me that heard you say that.” Kazimir replies, greeting the Unseelie fae with a smirk of his own. Certainly that kind of comment could cause more than a scuffle should the wrong pair of ears catch it. Kaz’s golden eyes pass the male fae and find the will-o’-the wisp standing beside him. β€œNice to see you out Ao.” He tells her, that cheeky grin not quite leaving his face. β€œShouldn’t you two be at some fancy Unseelie shindig at your headquarters? Or did you want to have some actual fun?” Kazimir only waits a second for an answer before nodding his head towards the seats that Dalia and Caelius were leaving vacant, β€œPull up a chair if you like.” He offers, regardless of his earlier promise to save the chairs for Dalia and Cael.