#xavier 01

[swordofvengeance]

gideon walks into the banquet hall and his eyes land on one person who he’s not the most keen on seeing. the last time he spoke with xavier, the man was berating him for wanting to walk away and take some time. to think about the situation at hand. for a moment, his fist clenches and he grinds his teeth, but he pushes it aside. he can’t harbor ill will toward him for voicing his opinion. he doesn’t pick anything up from the table but instead goes and walks over to where xavier is sitting. “mind if i sit and we chat?” gideon asks, calmly looking at the other with a half-cocked, serrated smile.

@wisdomispwr​

[btchcrft]

[ pair up and intimidate some unsavory folks that are harassing the nymphs and faeries with @wisdomispwr​ ] 

ambrosia has been flowing through their veins, heightened by the aroma of whatever magical flora has sprung from the earth. for the most part, kian’s night has been good—fun—even. he feels like, maybe, he belongs among them, even if he’s newer than most. he finds xavier at the edge of the crowd, credence nowhere in sight, and makes his way toward him with a smile. 

“are you enjoying yourself?” he asks, turning his head toward the crowd. 

it’s then that he hears it, the faint sound of rude remarks and the gentle chatter of faeries and nymphs asking to be left alone. he looks around and finds them, only a few feet away. some satyrs, probably drunk off their asses, seem to be crowding around a small group of faeries. 

“hey!” kian calls out, looking back toward xavier for a moment before he gestures for him to follow. “leave them alone.” his tone takes on a darker velvet, his face marbled into a stern glower.