[Gokudera is walking, wondering why there aren’t guards about. Maybe the fae are mostly gathered in the ballroom? They can always say they got lost looking for the restroom… or something?
It’s beautiful in an eerie, otherworldly sort of way, the same kind of way Queen Elphame is. Gokudera is not entirely comfortable, but there is more silence here, the dim light of the moon familiar. It’s not cold or warm in this space, but the stone makes him feel cold. He worries that someone may happen upon them and drag them back. That he may earn the Queen’s ire.
But… it’s not like he plans to be away for long.]
Alright.
[Gokudera steps away from Zuko, looking at the green velvet and running a hand against it before moving to take a seat. He then looks up at Zuko, and while they’re both in shadow and dim blue, his boyfriend seems so rigid.
He feels guilty, as if he were the one to propose this silent retreat amidst the party, as if he took Zuko away from the festivities.
The silver-haired teen leans forward and pushes his palms into his eyes gently, his elbows propped on his thighs. He rubs them in and gives a groan that sounds both pained and satisfied.]
Thank you
[He loosens his tie, nibbles at his lip some more, then glances up at Zuko.]
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It’s beautiful in an eerie, otherworldly sort of way, the same kind of way Queen Elphame is. Gokudera is not entirely comfortable, but there is more silence here, the dim light of the moon familiar. It’s not cold or warm in this space, but the stone makes him feel cold. He worries that someone may happen upon them and drag them back. That he may earn the Queen’s ire.
But… it’s not like he plans to be away for long.]
Alright.
[Gokudera steps away from Zuko, looking at the green velvet and running a hand against it before moving to take a seat. He then looks up at Zuko, and while they’re both in shadow and dim blue, his boyfriend seems so rigid.
He feels guilty, as if he were the one to propose this silent retreat amidst the party, as if he took Zuko away from the festivities.
The silver-haired teen leans forward and pushes his palms into his eyes gently, his elbows propped on his thighs. He rubs them in and gives a groan that sounds both pained and satisfied.]
Thank you
[He loosens his tie, nibbles at his lip some more, then glances up at Zuko.]
Sorry… I’ve been kind of a killjoy.