He was seated outside his tent now, violin tucked beneath his chin as he tried a couple of notes for something new he was writing, only to pause and look back at his sheet music. In one moment of pause, he looked up to see Gillian, and he waved in greeting with a light smile. Playing his violin again had clearly put him in a rather good mood.

“You need not be a princess to dance. Now would you kindly aid me in this waltz?” He repeated his request and held out his hand.

Markell looked over to the entrance of his tent, frowning when he saw it was Gillian to walk in. “Do you know what’s wrong so I can fix it?” he asked, stepping over so he could get started with what ever the other needed.

Seeing the edge of his own blade soaring back towards him out of the corner of his eye Alistair lifted his hand in an attempt to stop the knife between his fingers, but luck wasn’t on his side today. Unlike Gillian, Alistair’s body still bled and reacted to pain as a regular human’s would, causing the now livid man to practically growl with a series of painful seethes and low curses as the blade lodged itself into the back of his hand. “Gah! Son of a fuckin’ bitch!”

“’Cause I’m waiting for you to say sorry for shaking me around!” Örjan stomped after Gillian, a pout on his face. “It wasn’t very nice!”

“That’s quite the word choice for your dear old home. I wouldn’t quite call it wicked.” He spoke with an almost teasing smile. Of course this place was wicked. What would the place be if he didn’t add a nice wicked element to it? Rainbows and sunshine? “And if you must insist of calling it a game, you better play it well to keep yourself alive.”

“Don’t touch that!” Roderich slapped Gillian’s hand away from his sheet music. “The ink is still drying, you might smudge it.”

Perhaps a few times too many, because now he found himself caught in a surprisingly strong grip, back quite forcefully pushed into the wall of one of their setups. Alarmed, glasses knocked a bit askew, Roderich stared at Gillian incredulously. “What on-- just what do you think you’re doing?!”