( ooc: party at some random Big Name's place?? can go to shit, or Dick can be another guests and what not. if you want him to have heard a thing or two, or have suspicions, that's all good with me! basically I'll roll along with anything ever hahaha and again, lmk if anything needs changing )
For an immortal to survive among mortals was, strangely, a tricky and difficult thing. Especially mortals who had long forgotten that such as himself had lived among them, once upon a time. True enough, most of them had left, but some stayed, and now they were nothing more but stuff of the legends, fairy tales that none took seriously. Which was not an issue, in and of itself, and Legolas's appearance was not so difficult at all to disguise into something more... humanly, his hair hid his ears well, after all. It was more difficult to deal with the simple fact that while time passed and folk around him aged, he remained unchanged, and so he moved. Time and again, he would travel and change names and only return to the same place many, many years later, when none would recall him anymore. He did his best to stay out of the public eye as well, though at times it was... difficult too. Beauty, after all, drew the eye, and at times he could not refuse a powerful man an invitation to a reception without drawing even more attention to himself.
This was one of those. He had agreed, he had dressed well and his cover story was impeccable, with all the — forged! — documents supporting him. Thankfully, this was not yet terrible enough that he would need to vanish right after, but it was certainly the first step towards another move sometime in the future. For now he decided not to rush it, because with the influence of the host, it would be far too easy to make a mistake.
Dressed to follow the newest fashions, Legolas still stood out among the guests. Fair of face with his long hair currently twisted into a loose bun at the nape, with the sides freely falling to cover the tips of the ears. He could feel gazes follow him, as he picked up a drink, as he conversed with one person or another — whom he also had caught staring, even as they spoke.
Eventually he drifted towards the balconies for some peace, some quiet, and the fresh air. Above them the stars were barely visible, the lights of the city overshadowing them. This right there was, for an elf, one of the sadder things about the modern world. None looked upon the stars anymore, none could, and none appreciated their beauty. He sighed, then, sensing another's presence, remarked on his observation in a more neutral manner, "A little farther out of the city, and there would be stars to enjoy tonight. A great pity!"
And he turned to face the stranger, his smile easy.
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For an immortal to survive among mortals was, strangely, a tricky and difficult thing. Especially mortals who had long forgotten that such as himself had lived among them, once upon a time. True enough, most of them had left, but some stayed, and now they were nothing more but stuff of the legends, fairy tales that none took seriously. Which was not an issue, in and of itself, and Legolas's appearance was not so difficult at all to disguise into something more... humanly, his hair hid his ears well, after all. It was more difficult to deal with the simple fact that while time passed and folk around him aged, he remained unchanged, and so he moved. Time and again, he would travel and change names and only return to the same place many, many years later, when none would recall him anymore. He did his best to stay out of the public eye as well, though at times it was... difficult too. Beauty, after all, drew the eye, and at times he could not refuse a powerful man an invitation to a reception without drawing even more attention to himself.
This was one of those. He had agreed, he had dressed well and his cover story was impeccable, with all the — forged! — documents supporting him. Thankfully, this was not yet terrible enough that he would need to vanish right after, but it was certainly the first step towards another move sometime in the future. For now he decided not to rush it, because with the influence of the host, it would be far too easy to make a mistake.
Dressed to follow the newest fashions, Legolas still stood out among the guests. Fair of face with his long hair currently twisted into a loose bun at the nape, with the sides freely falling to cover the tips of the ears. He could feel gazes follow him, as he picked up a drink, as he conversed with one person or another — whom he also had caught staring, even as they spoke.
Eventually he drifted towards the balconies for some peace, some quiet, and the fresh air. Above them the stars were barely visible, the lights of the city overshadowing them. This right there was, for an elf, one of the sadder things about the modern world. None looked upon the stars anymore, none could, and none appreciated their beauty. He sighed, then, sensing another's presence, remarked on his observation in a more neutral manner, "A little farther out of the city, and there would be stars to enjoy tonight. A great pity!"
And he turned to face the stranger, his smile easy.