[ Wrathion sighs as if he's relaxing when he finally crosses the thresh hold of his 'private' chamber in the lord's estate, removing his hat-portion of his headpiece while leaving the half-mask firmly in place. He is, of course, not relaxed in the slightest--he never is, in a stranger's abode--and it's with a feigned weariness that he sweeps clawed gauntlets through his hair. Good. The horns aren't bleeding through the glamour; he remains a strange lord from an exotic faraway land alone.
The lordling had been generous in his offerings, to the rich young prince on his doorstep; Wrathion's emissaries had seen to that with how they flaunted his power, his wealth. The wool was firmly over the lordling's eyes as to his true purpose, which would buy Wrathion time to find the iron-clad proof he needed in order to enact the next portion of his plan... but everything in its time and place.
What was most of interest was the lordling's promise--he swore to send some entertainment for Wrathion after he retired for the evening, a glimmer in his eye that implied something so very mortal and short-sighted, but... well, even Wrathion was not above his base urges entirely. Besides, if he played his cards well, he might find an ally in one of the lord's doe-eyed, fool courtiers.
All he could do now was sit and wait, shedding his more ostentatious layers to just be in the form-fitted black silks and billowing white pants... and the half-mask. The eyes were harder to hide, even after all this time. ]
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Date: 2018-08-05 05:35 pm (UTC)The lordling had been generous in his offerings, to the rich young prince on his doorstep; Wrathion's emissaries had seen to that with how they flaunted his power, his wealth. The wool was firmly over the lordling's eyes as to his true purpose, which would buy Wrathion time to find the iron-clad proof he needed in order to enact the next portion of his plan... but everything in its time and place.
What was most of interest was the lordling's promise--he swore to send some entertainment for Wrathion after he retired for the evening, a glimmer in his eye that implied something so very mortal and short-sighted, but... well, even Wrathion was not above his base urges entirely. Besides, if he played his cards well, he might find an ally in one of the lord's doe-eyed, fool courtiers.
All he could do now was sit and wait, shedding his more ostentatious layers to just be in the form-fitted black silks and billowing white pants... and the half-mask. The eyes were harder to hide, even after all this time. ]