[ He’s glancing down at her - not in the reflection but in reality - so he doesn’t immediately see the reflection change. Not until a glint of bright light draws his gaze back.
He sees himself slide onto the chaise beside her and one of his hands takes hers as he lifts it to his lips. Presses a kiss to her knuckles. It looks chaste - polite, even - but he’d used that move more than enough times to know it was anything but, as he watches his reflection lean in to murmur something in her ear.
He’s dressed in fine courtly wear, something he would have worn for a formal event in Faerghus, or when Dimitri called on him to play politics. He wears the familiar blue of Faerghus and the signature teal of Gautier and the cloak about his throat is fastened with an engraved representation of his family’s crest.
Another bright flash of light and he realizes his Crest is glowing, shining like the sun. But somehow, it makes the rest of him look dimmer. Duller. Faded in the background in comparison. Each time it flares bright, he… seems to become a little less.
He gives a low laugh at the irony of that, scraping a hand over his face as he looks away. ]
Well. They really do seem to be fucking with us tonight, huh?
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He sees himself slide onto the chaise beside her and one of his hands takes hers as he lifts it to his lips. Presses a kiss to her knuckles. It looks chaste - polite, even - but he’d used that move more than enough times to know it was anything but, as he watches his reflection lean in to murmur something in her ear.
He’s dressed in fine courtly wear, something he would have worn for a formal event in Faerghus, or when Dimitri called on him to play politics. He wears the familiar blue of Faerghus and the signature teal of Gautier and the cloak about his throat is fastened with an engraved representation of his family’s crest.
Another bright flash of light and he realizes his Crest is glowing, shining like the sun. But somehow, it makes the rest of him look dimmer. Duller. Faded in the background in comparison. Each time it flares bright, he… seems to become a little less.
He gives a low laugh at the irony of that, scraping a hand over his face as he looks away. ]
Well. They really do seem to be fucking with us tonight, huh?