❝ no one can blame you for walking away ❞

[sithiche]

Date & Time: December 7th, several hours into the masquerade
Location: At the masquerade
Characters: Artemis Ratcliff & Azrael
Summary: Artemis seeks out a vampire, and discovers that he has undergone some changes.
Warnings: None for the time being.

It was easy for Artemis to get caught up in the masquerade. He looked quite as though he was immersed in his natural environment, and in many ways he was. He moved about the palace with a confident stride, periodically asking others to dance-- some strangers, some not, but always in the most polite of fashions.

However, after an hour or two had passed, he began to notice that he had not yet encountered Azrael. He had been hoping to see the vampire, and was more than a bit disappointed that they had not yet crossed paths. Curiously, he began to make his way through the palace, hoping that Azrael had not opted out of attending entirely, and regretting that he had not spoken to him about the event ahead of time.

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Frowning a little bit, Azrael couldn't help the way that he seemed worried. Though there was not much reason for it, and his behavior began to show as much. He smiled, nodded patiently as he thought. "I have become a warlock," he explained. "Absorbed in magic. Training in it," he explained. "I--sought it, there. After I met you. After my own magic had begun to deteriorate and I needed to find a new way to hone it," he murmured. Then he was turning to face Artemis again, to meet his eyes.

"You're beautiful," he said then. "If not cruel, I wager," he added, before he was continuing. "I was taught magic by an Elven sorcerer," he shared. "I do not know what all to explain."