( &&. Yvette + Jacques // @jacqdubois )
Like a moth drawn to a flame, Yvette gracefully fluttered after Jacques through the crowd of party-goers on delicate, iridescent wings. He lead her farther and farther from the main bustle of the party until they reached the estate’s gardens. A quiet breath of awe escaped the fae’s plush, petal-soft lips as she stepped into the beautiful, lush garden space illuminated in moonlight. Her viridian gaze traveled the length of the garden until they landed on the elder of the Nightshade clan.
“It’s beautiful out here,” the Parisian murmured softly as her wings stilled so she could shift her weight to her feet. Yvette heels clicked softly against the stone path as she finally approached him. Her petite body still thrummed with the afterglow of their rendezvous earlier in the evening -- when they had snuck away to one of the many empty rooms in the mansion to be alone while the party went on. “Have you hit your socializing quota for the evening?” She asked, teasing the vampire gently as a warm grin tugged at the corners of her lips.