+ Where Do Your Loyalties Lie? +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone
Where: The party
When: 7/21-7/23
Rating: PG-13 (warn if you go higher)
Summary:
The Story:
Orlais' current ruler, Lacie, has invited anyone of name, fame, and influence to The Winter Palace for three days of extravagant festivities surrounding the peace talks between her and Tillie, whose grasp for the throne has plunged beautiful Orlais into a dreadful civil war. Unbeknownst to both a third player, Elsie, has worked tirelessly behind the scenes to obtain her own share of power over the land.

Get ready for three days of fancy food, fine drink, good music, good entertainment, and just a little bit of murder, maybe? Your character has secured an invitation, and will join the illustrious crowd, become privy to the latest scandals and gossip, and observe as the struggle for Orlais' throne reaches its final chapter.

[OOC: This is an open mingle log for the Dragon Age event. The plotting post can be found here and event details can be found on the Bulletin Board.]

Comments

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

[Never giving away what side your loyalties lie on is a sure-fire way to get yourself on the metaphorical shitlist of many people, and Lord Anthony Crowley has never shown any inkling that he fears what might happen to him as a result of both this, and the rampant rumours about him being an apostate.

But still, one does not go out of one's way to aggravate the Mikaelsons. Even he would be able to tell you that.

He looks entirely delighted with the proposition, the black and white mask he wears not hiding the pleasure in his expression as he takes her hand with an equally sly smile curving his lips.]

It would be no trouble at all. Shall we, my lady?

[deathlessness]

[She grins in return, before finishing off her drink and placing it down on one of the rotating trays, before curling her fingers around his and pulling him towards the dance floor with a flourish. She's here to have fun, and at least Crowley is willing to play along.]

Have you been enjoying the festivities?

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Naturally. I dare say I'm enjoying them even more, now.

[She may be a Mikaelson, and someone to be handled like a poisonous snake as a result, but that doesn't mean he isn't going to be entirely himself. He goes along easily with her whims, placing a hand on her hip once they reach the dance floor.]

These soirées are made to be enjoyed in such times of strife, are they not?

[deathlessness]

I like to think so.

[She lets him lead once they're there, because she is a lady, contrary to what some might claim, and it makes it easier to be much more focused on pleasant conversation.]

After all, how do you know what you're fighting for?

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

I prefer to keep my own counsel on that particular topic.

[As always. No one has yet managed to surmise just where his loyalties lie, and keeping it that way is something he puts no small amount of energy into.]

But knowing what everyone else is fighting for is sometimes worth its weight in gold.

[deathlessness]

That ... wasn't exactly what I meant.

[Though not entirely wrong either. She was thinking more of the simpler things. Life, liberty, and their right to party.]

It's hard to enjoy quality time with people when you're constantly trying to figure out if they're going to stab you in the back.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

[He tilts his head, almost imperceptibly. The simple things, in places like this, are not often the first to come to mind.]

Ah, but how right you are. It can be such a tricky thing, this Game of ours.

[Crowley smiles, shrugging.]

But you can take my assurance that my knife is securely sheathed in your case.

[deathlessness]

And I for yours.

[Though she's usually the poison type, but that's neither here nor there. The metaphor still stands.]

I enjoy your company far too much.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

[Oh, how lovely. He does enjoy being almost sure he's not going to be stabbed in the back.]

You might want to inform your brother of that. [Crowley points out with a wicked smile.] Our daggers might be sheathed, but the ones in his eyes are not, and they've been jabbing me in the back for the last five minutes.

[deathlessness]

[She glances over to where Kol is standing and rolls her eyes a bit.]

My brothers are protective. But I'll make sure in this particular instance, he's all bark, no bite.