noahgraves:
Eye patches were for weenies; that’s why he’d given one to Valko.
“Whatever.” Noah huffed. He liked his hair. He was also beginning to feel oddly claustrophobic in the lounge, as more and more bodies filtered in. He’d gone through a period where he read too much about public fires, about theaters where the doors opened the wrong way, about dinner clubs with unmarked exits. Crowds got him on edge.
Never mind that these royals would kill him without a second thought, the first second they got. Noah wet his lips.
“Alright, well. Don’t you wanna go talk to her?” It felt a little bit like the first day of school, a big brother trying to shrug off his clingy, younger half. “Go on. She won’t bite.”
Or if she does, you probably like that, you vampire.
If she did, he wouldn’t have minded. Valko lips curled up at the corners and he winked as if he knew exactly what Noah had thought but left unsaid. He didn’t. That had just be exceptional timing. Lifting his glass in a mock salute, Valko pushed himself away from the bar, and staggered in the direction of his betrothed.
“Watch yourself around those princesses.”
