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[adrasian]

for @councillor-roland

It was quite late by the time Roland took him aside to return to the suite, but Adrasia had barely noticed. His mind was full with parsing the events of the night, retreated into his thoughts the whole journey back to the councilman's rooms - their rooms. Roland had required a dance or two from his slave, of course, but the vast portion of the ball they had spent apart. By the time they were behind closed doors and Adrasia was slowly working off his cufflinks, he felt he'd still barely brushed the surface of his considerations. His encounter with Gabriel still loomed at the forefront, along with the things Adrasia and Manny had discussed. Indeed, the somber awareness of just how long the celestial had been trapped at Krovs flared up all the more strongly as he stepped into the sitting room, eyes roving up at all the finery that had dazzled him that first night Roland had summoned him there.

The vampire in question seemed to be in a good mood, by contrast. It truly had been Roland's style of celebration. Adrasia knew there was no bringing up the reason behind the angel's melancholy with his master, who would surely take it as a personal slight - to think that Bastion had been the main subject of his musings at the beginning of the night. Perhaps it was safest to return to that point, which he was none the less confused by than his other conundrums. "I could not help but notice," Adrasia began lightly, folding his coat carefully over one arm, fingers trailing idly over the back of a plush loveseat, "That I was not the only one you deigned to dress tonight. Has the hellhound made so strong an impression on you?"

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[adrasian]

Impressive. That was a word for it. The younger slave had a striking appearance to be sure, but so did many others within the castle's walls. It was only to be expected given their purpose there. "Jealous?" Adrasia repeated, a look of very genuine surprise on his features as Roland caught him with that teasing glance. He could feel how much the question amused the vampire. The notion had not even crossed his mind, it was a purely practical consideration and the celestial was about to tell Roland so matter-of-factly when the second part of the councilman's statement reached his ears. He could feel the sincerity of it too. Adrasia's mouth shut again, quiet and considerate, almost looking chastened as Roland approached where he stood. "I understand." He took his drink carefully, automatically giving Roland a nod of thanks before he dropped down to sit on the edge of the sofa, a soft sigh escaping as he did.

This routine was becoming familiar too, seated together after some soiree or another. Adrasia might've not have thought twice about it if not for the uneasy mood the angel was in. He perched his glass on his knee without drinking it, lost in his thoughts. "'Discuss' sounds very formal," He offered finally, gaze flicking up at Roland just before the vampire joined him.

Roland had thoroughly enjoyed himself at the ball. He'd danced, socialized, drank, and generally had an excellent time. Of course he'd seen Adrasia a couple of times but he'd allowed the angel his freedom, more or less, aside from choosing his outfit. He'd kept an eye out, of course, mostly to make certain Raphael didn't attempt anything but nothing untoward had happened so he'd been happy to let Adrasia mostly seek his own entertainment. By the time Roland had collected him he felt light and a little buzzed though by no means terribly drunk, just generally in a very good mood. A proper ball had that effect on him and reminded him of centuries past when he'd spent far more of his time at such places, mingling with royals and attending balls all the time.

Upon arriving at the suite, Roland shrugged off his coat and hung it up carefully, then moved to the bar to get them each a night cap. He was interested to hear what Adrasia had gotten up to and how he'd enjoyed himself. He hadn't entirely expected such a question but he supposed it wasn't that surprising. Adrasia was perceptive, after all. Roland glanced over at him with raised eyebrows. "Bastion? Why yes, he's quite impressive. I'm not surprised that you've noticed." Roland smiled at his own little joke, looking away from the other man for a moment as he poured a generous amount of bloodwine into a crystal glass. Setting that aside, he began making Adrasia the scotch and soda he favoured, though he intended to add lime to this one. "You're not jealous, are you?" He darted another glance at the angel, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, pausing for a moment before he continued. "You've no reason to be, of course. Surely you know how special you are to me." It was less a question and more a statement of fact. Perhaps Roland might not have been quite so honest with a little less bloodwine in his system but he tended towards sincerity with those he cared about. Finished with the drinks, he carried the glasses over to the very loveseat Adrasia was idly stroking. "Sit with me and we'll discuss it."