Imogen; Holy art thou
Dane’s night was him bouncing around between family interest and ‘hellos’ he had to make---his connection with the coven sprinkled around through the night. His attention always being peeled away by his phone; which held sweetly laced text from the only person he really wanted to speak with all night. At first Dane pouted in his own way that Jude and Imogen were showing up together---a small gesture but appearances were everything here. The Aries wanted to have her draped on his side, but he licked his wounds and remedied them with high-grain spirits. His thoughts were always aimed on her, that at times he felt like he could sense her when she would pass by the crowds or between rooms he was just seconds late in following after. It nipped at his sensibilities, and with the night growing longer towards the anticipation of the speeches the young witch found himself at the edge of the ballroom floor. Gripping his drink, phone in the other, he waited to see where she was or if she’d ding him again with her virtual presence.
The former found its way with him the moment Imogen walked in with her father beside her, causing Dane’s heart to sink into his chest, while his lust sprung up through his throat. Seeing her quickly made the people in the room faded away from him; tracing every moment she performed before him. It was like she had a spotlight, his eyes taking in her form that was carved and cinched into place by her dress. Roses embroidered her shoulders, moving down in sequences of silvery and metallic threading---she was intoxicating and forbidden; like the sinful flowers that decorated her. Sweet, red and inviting, but hide thorns underneath that beauty. Dane stood silently watching her from afar, letting himself relish in her while simultaneously forcing his magic in check.
It burned underneath his icy skin.
Gripping his necklace, to recharge a warmth in his touch, he finished his drink with a quick sip and approached her. Nervous, he hide those feelings behind a smile---one that was familiar to her. Nodding at Imogen, as she noticed him approaching, Dane paid attention to say hello to her father first. “Hello Mr. Song, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” shaking the man’s hand, “I hate to interrupt you like this but I was hoping to steal your daughter for a moment.” looking at her, “I was hoping she’d dance with me this evening.”