#queenwraths

"enough seven and above for you?" casimiro's question flits through the air like it's riding a breeze. he sees nick, fresh from being chosen, fresh from being on his first quest and, well, probably blitzed. or as close to it as he could get.

casimiro has his own drink in hand, some gin that he'd told nick where to find it. his is gin with a dash of lemon, enough to give it a slight tang. he brings his glass to his lips, sipping it. "enjoying yourself? there are plenty of eyes on you." as one might expect with the son of the queen.

@queenwraths location: the animal preserve

a  little  bundle  of  clothes  was  left  behind  on  a  log  not  too  far  into  the  preserve,  it  was  quite  obvious  someone  human  had  put  them  there.  well,  someone  with  a  pair  of  human  hands  —  buttons  of  a  white  shirt  had  been  undone,  dark  dress  pants  had  been  neatly  folded  &  even  the  tie  had  been  properly  untied  before  it  had  been  draped  over  the  rest  of  the  clothes.  it  had  been  approximately  an  hour  since  it  appeared  &  almost  on  time,  a  little  fox  came  running  towards  it,  sniffing  it  shortly  before  bones  began  to  crack,  limbs  stretched  out  &  fur  grew  back  to  leave  a  very  naked,  middle  aged  man  kneeling  in  the  very  same  spot  the  fox  had  sat  in  before.

unaware  of  company,  ezrah  put  on  his  clothes,  underwear  first,  followed  by  his  shirt,  buttons  ignored  for  the  time  being.  foot  into  one  pantleg,  he  automatically  turned  around  to  find  he  wasn't  alone.  "ah  fuck,  uhhhh,  well  right.  good,  that's  great.  how  long  have  you  —?"  he  pulled  his  pants  on  the  rest  of  the  way,  button  &  belt  in  place  ...  he  already  felt  a  lot  less  vulnerable  in  the  face  of  a  stranger.  but  ...he  still  felt  uneasy.  yep,  definitely.