' silently observes him in the distance '
fragrance stipples the air in sporadic waves — arousing — as a concoction of men and women filter through conversation. tidings become less engaging with successive retelling of the same stories; the same victories of the great empire. narration alone is not enough to accommodate the immortal’s slacked intrigue. his eyes scatter elsewhere — impertinent to those seeking reclamation of his insight.
the delicacies of glass are but an accent to motionless lips. singular hand lingers upon consumption of the beverage — indecisive — as to digest a third serving of liquor could prove objectionable. though, should he switch roles with any in another set of men, perhaps a fourth or fifth glass would provide him a reasonable capacity to entertain. this of course, a talent all those whom surround the chancellor severely lack. a rather unfortunate scrutiny, given that the festivity doesn’t appear to be ceasing any time soon.
deficiency of amusement is all but an invitation for wander. idle sway of ankle persuades motion in stride — confounding in its purpose — but not prior to amber optics collaring the gaze of a subject of interest. SMITTEN. irises congregate, mingle and seize — yet opposite, frosted eyes divert as though suspected. to think the high commander — dauntless, as he reigns — would suggest discomfiture in turn of face.
allure commandeers the distance between them — the chancellor shadowing proximity out of a subjective desire. it appears the commander wishes to flee, ill at ease within his approach, yet restriction defeats him. a congestion of bystanders surround the young man, confining his heights to a rather tasteless corner of the room. CHARMING. such a contrast to discern, yet not all would value.
“ —— i don’t suppose you’re aware , but it is rather c h e e k y to stare from such a distance , commander . ”
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