[What marvelous acoustics this opera house has. Stand in the right place, and you can hear — why, almost anything.
The drink in his hand shatters, spilling shards of crystal and champagne onto the ornate and rather ugly carpet beneath his feet; lucky thing that he's wearing gloves, or bits and pieces of the remains of his glass might've easily wound up embedded in his skin. And yet the eerie thing is, it's as though he and the Minister are the only ones even cognizant of what's happening right there on the floor. No one takes note. No one intervenes. A sharp flash of pain mars Yuri's delicate features and it goes past without remark — Enbarr society condoning the action with its silence.
But he is not of Enbarr society, and right now all he holds is contempt for it.
He leaves the wreckage of his glass where it lies, hurrying out and abandoning the cape and trappings that are littered with his coat of arms. It's never easy to get past Sylvain and it's all but impossible to bypass Felix, but just because they'll notice his absence doesn't mean they'll be able to stop him. Something he'll just have to worry about later.
Right now, what matters is making his way down to the lower levels, and finding his way to the balcony where he'd seen Yuri duck off to. As tempting as it is to burst right in and start making demands, he just barely manages to catch himself. Reminds himself that for all he wants to be the King of Faerghus, and wield all the powers afforded to him because of it, there are too many reasons why he can't.]
...Yuri?
[He announces himself quietly, leaning in through the arched entrance, before slowly making his way onto the balcony proper, to leave plenty of time for Yuri to react as he likes.]
I thought I saw you come this way. Are you...out here?
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The drink in his hand shatters, spilling shards of crystal and champagne onto the ornate and rather ugly carpet beneath his feet; lucky thing that he's wearing gloves, or bits and pieces of the remains of his glass might've easily wound up embedded in his skin. And yet the eerie thing is, it's as though he and the Minister are the only ones even cognizant of what's happening right there on the floor. No one takes note. No one intervenes. A sharp flash of pain mars Yuri's delicate features and it goes past without remark — Enbarr society condoning the action with its silence.
But he is not of Enbarr society, and right now all he holds is contempt for it.
He leaves the wreckage of his glass where it lies, hurrying out and abandoning the cape and trappings that are littered with his coat of arms. It's never easy to get past Sylvain and it's all but impossible to bypass Felix, but just because they'll notice his absence doesn't mean they'll be able to stop him. Something he'll just have to worry about later.
Right now, what matters is making his way down to the lower levels, and finding his way to the balcony where he'd seen Yuri duck off to. As tempting as it is to burst right in and start making demands, he just barely manages to catch himself. Reminds himself that for all he wants to be the King of Faerghus, and wield all the powers afforded to him because of it, there are too many reasons why he can't.]
...Yuri?
[He announces himself quietly, leaning in through the arched entrance, before slowly making his way onto the balcony proper, to leave plenty of time for Yuri to react as he likes.]
I thought I saw you come this way. Are you...out here?