Person: @wintersaurora Location: Outskirts of the festival The thing is he usually really likes whatever festival Rome has to offer and so with Mercuralia being celebrated, he’d at least tried to get out of the cabin, out of the forest. Farenduil knew he couldn’t just stay there forever, he knew there were people who needed him, and yet he tried his best to take it as easy as possible on himself. He’d tuck into a booth here or there, grab a drink and then sit back and observe. It was easy enough, it wasn’t too unlike him. At least it was easy enough until he noticed a certain someone also seeking out the refuge of the outskirts of the festival, no doubt wanting some reprieve from the crowd. The worst part is that his first thought isn’t any sort of bitterness, it’s to notice how despite everything, she looks good and he’s kicking himself for it. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t even know if she sees him, not a first. But they do meet eyes and against his better judgement, the hand that’s not already holding a cigarette fishes his pack from the back pocket of his jeans. He’s not a prince here, he’s wearing a shirt Vinny thought was funny what feels like ages ago, a pair of Levi’s that are faded at the knees. It’s without speaking that he holds the pack out to her and any deity knows he doesn’t want to talk to her, not really, not after last time, but they’re connected through Mery, whatever is going on at court. Civility is somewhat necessary and he hates how easy it is to give into it.