@thenamesallison liked for a starter | still accepting
And so the game had resumed, he had taken his place back in the world as Danforth heir. For the world nothing had changed. For him however, his twisted desire to hunt had been set free by the graces of Mr Le Bail.
Hubris got him killed, hubris would be what served him now at getting what he needed to fullfill his contract. It was freeing in a way, knowing that none of this mattered and he could take whatever the fuck he wanted, consequences be literally damned.
So maybe he was a bit gleeful when entering this after party of those who thought they managed the world. He picked up a glass of champagne and drank it empty. His eyes were quick to scan the room, and he made an annoyed face. Pathethic display as usual. Without his sister by his side, who could really keep him from showing some of his true colors, he had no plans in being polite.
As he crossed the room, he stopped at a food stand and looked so deinterested in what was displayed. What did interest him was the smell of a prey. He turned to see quite the interesting figure. "Huh, you're Stark's bastard, aren't you ?" he spoke up, voice soft and raspy, the reason being hidden by the kierchief around his neck. He picked up a mini hotdog and put it in his mouth.
