RAGNA is exactly where she expected him to be— wherever the least amount of socialization could be had. Between the drinks and buffet table, he's nearly flush against the wall with two glasses in hand. She takes the full one from his right hand with a warm smile, admiring his slicked-back hair for what had to be the twentieth time that evening.
❝ For me ? You shouldn't have. ❞ ⠀He really shouldn't have— she's already had two while she was off mingling.
@seithrveined: wintertide ball.














