02-27-2024, 01:21 AM
He was somewhat deflated by the lackluster response to his query. Jensen wouldn’t take it personally, as he believed everyone bore burdens, and when their the weight was overwhelming, sometimes people were less friendly than usual. Kristian did suggest that there was darkness around Raffe, which seemed at odds with his cream-colored suit and ivy-vine mask, implying the life and light that he otherwise valued. Jensen’s expression remained soft and welcoming as a result, ever patient for some sort of connection that he might otherwise nurture.
He smiled at Noémi, silently thanking her for the polite intercession between moments. Now that Jensen properly looked, her dress really was gorgeous. The beading and crystals were sewn so perfectly, he had to assume it was done by hand. And the color. It shimmered with a sparkle somewhere between silver and gold, complementing her skin tone to perfection. There were many beautiful pieces around them, but Jensen did admire Noémi’s. “It really is a fabulous dress,” he pat her hand where it lay on his arm appreciatively. “But I insist you call me Jensen, ma’am.” He added with a soft smile, drawling accent strong.
At his side, Kristian was enraptured by Raffe. Jensen found himself blinking in surprise as the other man invaded personal space, all but reaching to caress the stranger’s cheek. He did not believe the motion to be suggestive nor even intentionally invasive because it was apparent that he was enthralled by the aura only he could behold.
Jensen wondered if he was able to see the spirit of a person - their soul. If so, what was missing from Raffe’s?
When his name was mentioned, his brows rose high. He was so accustomed to secrecy and stealth, it felt wrong to discuss his intentions so plainly. He leaned in a little to signal he only wanted to their immediate group to hear what he had to say. “Could we talk about this in private?” He knew Kristian didn’t mean anything by it, but a nervous glance toward the stairs reminded him that Ascendancy was technically in view, and he wasn’t sure what was and what was not allowed.
He smiled at Noémi, silently thanking her for the polite intercession between moments. Now that Jensen properly looked, her dress really was gorgeous. The beading and crystals were sewn so perfectly, he had to assume it was done by hand. And the color. It shimmered with a sparkle somewhere between silver and gold, complementing her skin tone to perfection. There were many beautiful pieces around them, but Jensen did admire Noémi’s. “It really is a fabulous dress,” he pat her hand where it lay on his arm appreciatively. “But I insist you call me Jensen, ma’am.” He added with a soft smile, drawling accent strong.
At his side, Kristian was enraptured by Raffe. Jensen found himself blinking in surprise as the other man invaded personal space, all but reaching to caress the stranger’s cheek. He did not believe the motion to be suggestive nor even intentionally invasive because it was apparent that he was enthralled by the aura only he could behold.
Jensen wondered if he was able to see the spirit of a person - their soul. If so, what was missing from Raffe’s?
When his name was mentioned, his brows rose high. He was so accustomed to secrecy and stealth, it felt wrong to discuss his intentions so plainly. He leaned in a little to signal he only wanted to their immediate group to hear what he had to say. “Could we talk about this in private?” He knew Kristian didn’t mean anything by it, but a nervous glance toward the stairs reminded him that Ascendancy was technically in view, and he wasn’t sure what was and what was not allowed.