[The Quiet One]

The beast had been surprised to see a certain familiar face at the coronation, one he did not yet have the privilege of knowing the name of. The femme had proven to be a breath of fresh air at their last meeting. She had been intriguing, her whit only drawing the beast further in instead of repelling his interest. By the time she had flaunted off leaving him with a brief touch and a vague answer, the beast was well and truly hooked. It had seemed however that he had not been the only one. As coy as the mare had tried to be about it the beast had sensed enough to indicate that he was possibly not the only one who had felt a growing spark. So when the femme allowed her gaze to slip past Thomasin and the false King to come to rest upon his facade, the beast allowed the smallest of smirks to curl into place. Throughout the event the beast allowed his gaze to periodically seek the mare out thus mentally keeping track of her location. On at least one occasion his gaze seemed to catch hers as if she too was keeping track of his tri-coloured frame.

As the event began to lull the beast finally allowed himself to give into the nagging pull that had been a persistent itch. Silently the beast made his way towards the femme, every step oozing confidence as he closed the distance between them. Anticipation stirs within his gut yet it does not show. As he draws closer, it is tempting to reach out and initiate contact. To feel the heat of her skin and allow her scent overwhelm his nares. It is a desire that he wrangles into submission, however. There were too many prying eyes nor was Thomasin likely in the right mental state to observe such behaviour. "Well I certainly didn’t expect this to be the place where I saw you next my lady.”" As the beast comes to a standstill barely out of of touching distance, he allows the lowered tones to slip past his kissers. There’s a teasing edge to them, a faint smirk curling into place as he regards her with glinting miss matched orbs. "I suppose one could argue you’re at a disadvantage for our next match, but then again I very much doubt it. You certainly didn’t come across as the type to hold back last time." There’s the faintest seductive purr to the vocals by the time the last comment slips free, the knowledge that his voice was too low for anyone but her to hear spurring him on.


"Speech"

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OOC: ☽ caely ☾ always struggle with starters so hope this is okay <3 set within Belial's coronation event

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