Toriko Kizuki
It wouldn’t be the first time he’d snuck beyond the borders into the bloodsuckers domain though it wasn’t typically for such a public outing. More often than not it was a secluded meeting with one of the damned he’d come to find favor with. But this? This he wasn’t entirely certain over no matter the reassurances offered by the woman he still swore bore the name Camellia. A lady of the church and not the wild sorceress which stood at his side now. And yet, he hardly found room for complaint as a short huff of laughter fled at the witch’s tone.

“Do not fret Eva,” the name felt strange upon his tongue though it was the calling insisted, “I am not that forgetful.” Though there was uncertainty on if he would ever truly be used to seeing a face not his own resting where something familiar should have been but it was a needed precaution. A false visage, an alias to place upon it - he was used to playing such games for his work - it would be no different here. Stories could be concocted, a reason as to being for names of those with an unquestionable existence were held. He would merely have to hope such tales were believable should it come down to it.

Hopefully a night would remain relatively uneventful. They could have their fun and return to the land of wolves without any near death experiences.

Steps passed easily by the guard, sparing him but a glance as if offering silent greeting while Eva tugged him along. The sights and scents of the evening unable to be ignored before they had even crossed the threshold. Decadence bathed in the underlying perfumes of blood, a sharpness which rang clearer when particular carted trays drifted past. Care is taken in which glass it snatched before the brilliance of an artificial stare held upon the woman. Lips parting - “Can’t say no to that,” - a phrase which never got the chance to leave his chest as the darkened presence of another intrudes upon their space.

Briefly attentions flickered to the sorceress, meeting her gaze for but a moment before his own would drift without question to the unknown. Plans had been made to remain at one another’s side so long as they found themselves within the chateau. Such arrangements would hardly be broken now, however, they would not stop the way a hand slid atop the damned in place of one asked so flatly. His softened touch a sharp contrast to the roughness of the vampire’s own.

Teasing smile decorated the goat’s lips, “Why of course monsieur, you must be desperate! I can’t imagine you get any dances with such a stiff act. But I simply must ask,” lyrics found pause as a hand sought to guide him in, “Do you make a habit of stealing away another’s date?” Despite the tone taken there is a mark of seriousness held in the way eyes lingered on this stranger, how they refused to stray from his own gaze. A point made clear, “We came together. You dance with both or neither of us.”

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