[ Though Voryn's intent is to address another as though they are a servant, it is with innate audacity that Set defies him the right.
His fingers close around the wine cup, plucking it directly from Voryn's fingers in order to tip it down his own throat. The throw of his head pours the bright curtain of his hair over a bare shoulder, the red of his own eyes closed as he takes down the whole rest of the drink. Easily so. He's been easy to spot, through the event, as he's been occupied by alcoholic beverages throughout the night; a pale creature adorned in gold, and as red as blood flowing from veins.
When he finishes, he tips the cup to one side and licks the taste from a sharp, prominent canine. Cat-like? Dog-like? It is distinctly bestial in form, and he cants his head as though savoring the meager taste. Maybe trying to see if it's enough to tip him over the edge into actual drunkkenness -- mm, not yet. He'll need more, he decides in silence. ]
No, it's not good at all. Likely thinned to ensure we do not lose our heads to the unsubtle-reminder that worlds are still, apparently, ending. You're a fresh face. Are you untempted and untaunted by choice so far, lovely miser?
slams in ( iii-ish )
[ Though Voryn's intent is to address another as though they are a servant, it is with innate audacity that Set defies him the right.
His fingers close around the wine cup, plucking it directly from Voryn's fingers in order to tip it down his own throat. The throw of his head pours the bright curtain of his hair over a bare shoulder, the red of his own eyes closed as he takes down the whole rest of the drink. Easily so. He's been easy to spot, through the event, as he's been occupied by alcoholic beverages throughout the night; a pale creature adorned in gold, and as red as blood flowing from veins.
When he finishes, he tips the cup to one side and licks the taste from a sharp, prominent canine. Cat-like? Dog-like? It is distinctly bestial in form, and he cants his head as though savoring the meager taste. Maybe trying to see if it's enough to tip him over the edge into actual drunkkenness -- mm, not yet. He'll need more, he decides in silence. ]
No, it's not good at all. Likely thinned to ensure we do not lose our heads to the unsubtle-reminder that worlds are still, apparently, ending. You're a fresh face. Are you untempted and untaunted by choice so far, lovely miser?
[ Set smiles, syrupy-slow and unabashedly wild. ]