1. Drinks (Dela)
2. Paint Drums (Cillian) @Vera Walden@Dela THEME SONG I have seen war, famine; witnessed the genocide. Have seen the changes in human nature and history, and I am still here, standing alone. Til the end, I will be there too. To witness the endless carnage, to live this harsh reality. Cause I have been cursed, Cursed with immortality.
Not only was Cillian excited about this little outing, he wasn’t afraid to show it either. A lot of times, the tall, lanky man came off as a bit laissez-faire about many things, but the truth was that he loved people and parties. Hell, the only reason he’d been a little grumpy at the start of the ball Dela had mostly dragged him to with the Rune Knights was just because it was a formal affair, which wasn’t entirely his thing, and even then he had greatly enjoyed himself. This atmosphere was completely different, however. It was much more casual and focused entirely on just letting loose and having a good time with the two sassy and spirited ladies that had, for whatever reason, decided to keep sticking around him. Cillian had had a number of friends over the four hundred year course of his life, but he really hadn’t ever gotten very attached to any of them, nor stuck by them for terribly long. But for whatever reason, he found himself more and more drawn to both Vera and Dela, who had quickly seemed to become best friends and soulmates in their own right.
So now here they were. If Vera was high, Cillian didn’t really seem to notice -- in fact, if he had ever picked up on times in the past that she’d been high in some form, he’d never commented on it. It was entirely possible that he’d simply accepted that she was just a bit odd, and perhaps a little moody at times. She looked quite happy at the moment despite what her complaint suggested, one of her arms slung carelessly around his bare, slender waist as she walked between him and her blonde counterpart. And speaking of Dela, the other female Rune Knight was putting a little more effort than usual into seeming disinterested by her surroundings, as well. Again, not that Cillian really seemed to notice. He was a guy that always seemed to take things at face value, rarely ruffled or put off by most other people’s mannerisms, a man who often appeared to be cruising along at his own pace in his own little world where occasionally other people floated along with him.
“Aww, see? I knew you cared,” Cillian teased, tossing his large, lazy grin over Vera’s head at Dela. As was typical for Cillian, he was not wearing a shirt. Given the heat of the day, he’d also elected to forgo a jacket of any kind like he occasionally wore. This meant that the fullness of his lean, muscular chest and all eight of his abs were on full display. His bottom half was covered by a pair of rather tight looking jeans, worn so low on his hips it was a wonder that neither of the women he was present with were currently arresting him for public indecency. The tattoo from the guild he’d recently joined, Hidden Blades, was set upon his left side, just above his hip -- though it would be invisible to anyone that wasn’t a part of the same guild he was. A good thing, too, considering that the guild he’d joined recently was actually a dark guild, which meant that Vera and Dela both would probably have to arrest him at some point if they ever learned about it. Thankfully, Cillian was good with secrets and genuinely had little to hide from either lady, anyway. After all, Cillian really wasn’t involved in any of the really shady business outside of cleaning up afterward. It was an easy job that benefitted his employers and gave him more regular exposure to dead bodies for him to use his necromancy on.
The three of them walked along, Vera steering them toward what appeared to be the hub of activity, Dela almost in passing snatching an exaggerative number of glow sticks off a lady that was handing them out, and Cillian excitedly taking in the scene around them with his dark crimson gaze. His attention was pulled back to his companions, however, when Vera released her hold upon both of their bodies and practically scampered ahead, eyes wide and dilated like a cat that had just noticed the world around her after rolling around in a pile of catnip. There she stopped, lamenting about the heat and preceding to pull her shirt off. Or at least, trying to. Instead, her movement was halted by her jacket being tossed on top of her head, the same one she’d dumped on Dela’s head only moments ago. Cillian giggled a little as Dela removed the garment from the other woman’s violet locks, informing her supportively that she wasn’t blind, that the moon was in fact still in the sky, and impressing that she was hot because the weather was hot.
While Dela dealt with Vera, Cillian took the time to eagerly snap and shake the glow sticks the blonde had offered him, sparking them to life and light. By the time he was done, he had five in total, each a different color and sticking out from between the tops of his fingers like he was a woman all alone in a parking lot with her keys as ready make shift weapons. Rather than hurt anyone, of course, he was simply ready to start partying. And he wasn’t the only one. Any semblance of boredom Dela had been faking before was quickly gone the moment she had a drink in her hand, and she was already lightly bashing her hip against Vera’s in time with the beat. Cillian, too, wasted no time in dancing with them. Dela had learned not too long ago at the ball that Cillian was actually a pretty good dancer when he wanted to be, though right now it seemed he was content to just throw his arms and body around like a goofball, losing himself to the beat and having a good time without really caring how he looked.
He danced loosely like this for some time with them, laughing and exchanging similar hip bumps with the ladies, generally just being casual and silly with them. He was at the beginnings of a rather genuine thought about how nice it was that the three of them had finally found an environment where all three of them seemed quite happy and excited to be together, rather than just one or two of them dragging along the others, when the moment of self revelation was robbed from him by a distracting acknowledgement: one of the paint drums had just opened up, and an event worker was busy dousing the top of it with a few new squirts of glow in the dark paint.
“Oh, hell yes!” he exclaimed shoving the glow sticks in his pockets where they could be seen glowing through the denim of his pants. Almost before the event worker left, Cillian had already snatched up the available drumsticks and got to work beating in time with the music. It didn’t take long before a small crowd had gathered to watch and dance near him, even cheering him on a bit. He wasn’t necessarily that skilled at drums, so while he was generally on point with the beat as much as any other average person might be, his beat work was slightly off at points. No one really seemed to care. They loved his performance anyway. Perhaps they were all already healthily sloshed to the point where they didn’t care and were just happy to have a good time. Or perhaps, it had to do with something else entirely.
Cillian was quite oblivious to the effect his abs had on other people. He was also oblivious at how most of the people present around him in that moment were staring at his chest as it quickly became covered in bright paint, the thick liquid dripping slowly, sensually down the contours of his pectorals and the rigid valleys of his toned stomach. He swung his hips around as he played, the motion drawing all the more attention to the snugness of his pants and how well the showed off the V shaped contours of his body that almost seemed to guide the eye down to his hem line and what laid beyond. Mostly he kept his own gaze on the instrument or on encouraging the people around him to keep dancing, but every once in a while he would cast his eyes back at Vera and Dela, giving them a playful look or wagging his eyebrows at them as he purposefully made a bit of a fool of himself for a good laugh.