#deron 1

TARGET: @dcybrck​

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Amusement tingled through her immortal veins, humming with a quiet and welcomed warmth. It was a stark contrast to her controlled features - usually contained in a stoic coolness - yet her eyes, the windows to a soul, were always more expressive and untamed than her impenetrable countenance. An annoyance for Seren. But perhaps her true cosmic soul - a strange, ethereal being; sometimes labelled a monster - found the eyes to be a crack in her High Fae shell. An opening to view the world. However, all was calm in Deron’s presence; after all, she appreciated their long friendship with genuinity. 

She tilted her head, allowing a wave of long hair to fall past her shoulders, and raised a single, arched eyebrow in his direction. His dry humour was always a favourite.  “Mm, you thought that was the reason for my absence?” She crooned softly; her voice full of quiet amusement. “I am sorry to disappoint your theory but I am afraid sobriety would not be a wise method for surviving this political chaos. I think the wine helps.”

TARGET: @dcybrck​

DETAILS: Current timeline.

These tight, cramped spaces were beginning to feel uncomfortably similar to a prison. It was impossible to not be completely rigid and straight-backed with a ridiculous amount of militant tension when they were packed into a crowd of unknown fae. Everyone had their own loyalties and motivations. One slacking moment could cause her to lose sight of something important. She fought down the urge to rumble out a low growl as another stranger steered close to her carefully selected post. 

But then a familiar voice captured her attention. She tilted her head, angling a look in the direction of the sound, and recognised a friendly face. Seren peeled away from the wall and started to weave through the crowd with a smooth, agile grace; although, she was not afraid to radiate a fraction of her unnatural power to try and intimidate a way through. Sometimes a little bit of harmless fear helped. 

“I thought I heard your voice,” she called out in a cool and dry tone when her friend was alone, “it has been too long since I have visited you for a much needed drink.” Strange, cosmic eyes scanned over the other male in a wordless search for any sign of injury or distress. You never know with so many enemies about - or ex-enemies, she supposed. Once satisfied, the Second arched a single eyebrow at the other and rested a hand against her hip. “Are you perhaps searching for your mentor in the crowd?” It had been centuries since Seren was introduced to Deron through a mutual acquaintance - his mentor, in fact - and Seren then quite literally dragged Deron through a tour of Velaris. What a fun afternoon that had been. She still wondered if Deron thought he was going to become dinner that night, rather than forming the bonds of a lasting friendship. But the male was one of the most observant and attentive souls that she knew - an asset that would be incredibly useful here.