It startled him, to feel the thing vibrate and make a-clamor in his pocket. He wasn't prepared for the device to sing to him and make his whole side quake. Loki will see him give a mighty jerk and pat himself down like he's swatting a fly, until he realizes (and remembers) where it is coming from.
When the tap brushes his shoulder once more, he steels himself against the urge impelling him to turn around, to shout across the ballroom. He squares himself in the opposite direction, grasping hold of the flowing dark hair and her Fae dress. At last, he locks eyes with his quarry, a surety gripping his spirit. There. That is who he's chasing. He could swear he can read the mischief in her angular face.
Javert loosens his clenched fist and lifts his hand in a hail. I have got you now, his sharp smile hisses with glee. The Leaf, he drops back into his pocket, and he neglects to blink in fear that her elegant frame will dissolve in a flash as he marches a winding path in and out of the masses.
If Loki dares to look away, Javert may even fade from sight for a scant moment, bending over a table to fetch a couple of things. Only to pop up again at her rear, his arm reaching around her to offer her wryly--]
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It startled him, to feel the thing vibrate and make a-clamor in his pocket. He wasn't prepared for the device to sing to him and make his whole side quake. Loki will see him give a mighty jerk and pat himself down like he's swatting a fly, until he realizes (and remembers) where it is coming from.
When the tap brushes his shoulder once more, he steels himself against the urge impelling him to turn around, to shout across the ballroom. He squares himself in the opposite direction, grasping hold of the flowing dark hair and her Fae dress. At last, he locks eyes with his quarry, a surety gripping his spirit. There. That is who he's chasing. He could swear he can read the mischief in her angular face.
Javert loosens his clenched fist and lifts his hand in a hail. I have got you now, his sharp smile hisses with glee. The Leaf, he drops back into his pocket, and he neglects to blink in fear that her elegant frame will dissolve in a flash as he marches a winding path in and out of the masses.
If Loki dares to look away, Javert may even fade from sight for a scant moment, bending over a table to fetch a couple of things. Only to pop up again at her rear, his arm reaching around her to offer her wryly--]
Would Madame Goddess want a drink?