[ His eyes shine a merry, lively sort of gold, as he draws Lapis closer to his person, their arms linked in camaraderie as much as they are in play, the bond between them forged of trust; of Lapis' will to humor him, a man given to capricious, lighthearted displays because this (standing next to a friend, someone dear and delighted to be held in the blossoming arc and weightless suspension of surprise) is what it means to be happy.
(To simply be alive.) ]
Stay close to me? [ Why will be revealed in the moments after they've left the main ballroom, disappeared down a hallway which houses not a single soul, save for their own, providing the ideal conditions for...! A glimmer of faint iridescence to cascade down, around them both, tessellating as it refracts the compound's light, clearly forming a shield, perhaps a barrier, but... to what end?
The answer is clear when a party of representatives turns to walk the corridor, seeming not to take notice of either Lapis or the Director himself, though collision surely seems imminent until the moment when Sion shifts quietly aside (whisking his partner away as well!), a mischievous hush falling upon him until the grouping of men and women both round the corner at the far end of the hall, gone as swiftly as they'd came. ]
Now, we've our privacy. [ At least, for a time. Sion's can only sustain refractive shield for a short while before he grows tired. ] Enough so to spirit away food from dinner service without being noticed, if you should be hungry.
[ Blinking down at Lapis, he lofts a slender brow high as he says (almost cheekily): ]
The great movement to liberate the sandwiches of our time...! Will you join me in this most noble endeavor?
[ It's much more exhilarating, isn't it, than so simply attending the dinner...? ]
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[ His eyes shine a merry, lively sort of gold, as he draws Lapis closer to his person, their arms linked in camaraderie as much as they are in play, the bond between them forged of trust; of Lapis' will to humor him, a man given to capricious, lighthearted displays because this (standing next to a friend, someone dear and delighted to be held in the blossoming arc and weightless suspension of surprise) is what it means to be happy.
(To simply be alive.) ]
Stay close to me? [ Why will be revealed in the moments after they've left the main ballroom, disappeared down a hallway which houses not a single soul, save for their own, providing the ideal conditions for...! A glimmer of faint iridescence to cascade down, around them both, tessellating as it refracts the compound's light, clearly forming a shield, perhaps a barrier, but... to what end?
The answer is clear when a party of representatives turns to walk the corridor, seeming not to take notice of either Lapis or the Director himself, though collision surely seems imminent until the moment when Sion shifts quietly aside (whisking his partner away as well!), a mischievous hush falling upon him until the grouping of men and women both round the corner at the far end of the hall, gone as swiftly as they'd came. ]
Now, we've our privacy. [ At least, for a time. Sion's can only sustain refractive shield for a short while before he grows tired. ] Enough so to spirit away food from dinner service without being noticed, if you should be hungry.
[ Blinking down at Lapis, he lofts a slender brow high as he says (almost cheekily): ]
The great movement to liberate the sandwiches of our time...! Will you join me in this most noble endeavor?
[ It's much more exhilarating, isn't it, than so simply attending the dinner...? ]