OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

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[livingthing]

[ It is not quite strictly, a gathering for herself. Oh, but it is in her honour, of course it always is, but these things never are strictly for her. If they were, Emily would be here. If they were, Corvo would not be so dour. No, these gatherings are always a demonstration. Displays of power not in steel, but in wealth, in prosperity. In the ability to be untouchable. That which as an Empress, she must always be. Above, beyond, she does not bleed unless it is the bluest of blood, that is what they always must think of her.

It does however, get exhausting. Lessons that had become exactness, after awhile. Of holding her head just so, of the curl of her long fingers over the chair that sat just that little bit higher than everyone else. But eventually sitting and nodding and being forced to greet every young lord or lady, as they sighed over the jewels on the bare throat and the way her fingers crooked and beckoned with only the slightest suggestions to make men cower. Such displays of loyalty were important.

They were an opportunity, to make nice in plain view, to show inclinations and declare things without saying as much. Which granted, half the empire knew her eccentricities, her stubborn refusal to adhere. She had an heir that she refused to marry for, and a protector not even from Gristol. It's what made them nervous most often. Which is why they think he's here of course. Just another oddity. An elf, and not even one of her own empire, not that it mattered, she had decided it with her personal invitation, and that meant in all the language she wasn't supposed to use -- they had to shut their damn mouths about it. Besides, whether they chose to believe it, or even if he did, she had business. So she leaves him to be introduced last, not out of snubbing him, but rather out of her own interest that when he's presented to her with her head high, she tilts, smiles once, brief, hardly there at all and lifts her hand to beckon him to her. Then she stands herself ( no one was to help an Empress do anything ) and it's with the expectation that he will give her his arm to take. ]

Inquisitor. Will you take a turn about the balconies me? I require some fresh air.

[ Of course it's an order, but at the very least, a nicely phrased one. ]

[nuvenin]

Your Grace. [Both a greeting and an agreement, coupled with the formality of a half-bow in her general direction and the reach of his own outstretched-- unmarked-- fingertips: Josephine would be proud, were she here to watch with those hawkish, entirely focused eyes of hers. Turning a wild elf into an icon that Orlesian nobility (that any nobility would respect was as much a task as tilting the tide against Corypheus himself, and there's no burying the sort of pride she takes in it.

In him, really. Which would be nice if it weren't entirely on her own terms, measured by her own standards.

It isn't until Jessamine moves to take his arm that he adds, dryly:] Had enough of present company, I take it?

[livingthing]

[ Dues are where they need to be. Everything in place for whispering eyes and ears to find no mistake in. Not that entirely she would have minded if he hadn't been exactly on form. She was rather fond of rustling them.

Which, really makes it too easy as he asks. Gently she takes his arm, her gloved fingers are cool silk. Tyvian spun and blood red. Curls them over his, a second to drop the hold when she needs to, but as is she walks with her chin up. Behind her, Corvo moves into the same place he always discreetly kept. An exact distance as he'd always had. She doesn't seem to pay it any mind. ] Quite enough. [ Her eyes glance from him and around the faces as she leads them both towards the huge doors that lead out of the long hall to the balconies. Her favorite place, watching out over the city -- her empire.

Waits a moment as the guards by the door open it for them. Looks at him and only him as she speaks, there's mirth there, but she's far too used to hiding it -- comes out seemingly flippant instead. ] Honestly, at times it's enough to inflict you with self doubt. Are my eyes cerulean or opals or the sky after dawn? No one seems to be able to make up their mind. [ She shakes her head, like it's nothing but the ripple of tittering is instant as it ripples out. Splashing pebbles in the pond. Enough ripples she's sure that she'll get all but a lecture for Burrows about expressing gratitude, but honestly did they think that it would get them anywhere?

The doors open then, and it'd give them something to hiss about as it carried around the room. Hopefully tomorrow night, they'd come up with something different to say to her when they were looking for favors. But for now it's purpose is served, they are distracted nursing their own wounds rather than noticing what else she might be up to with a foreign diplomat. ]