Like thunder screaming out for a flash of lightning

[flawed_immortality]

[Cor's not great at this whole party thing, especially as this time it's not just a family gathering but intended for the friends they'd made here as well. The video starts with Cor sitting in a cushy white and grey striped armchair, a stone fireplace beside him glowing warmly. It's a classy set up and far above the townhouses they've been in.]

It's New Years, celebrations are in order. His Majesty, Ignis, and I have obtained a larger space and we'd like to offer our home for the festivities. Feel free to stop in, have some snacks, and await midnight with us.

[Locked from Regis]
[He looks a little paranoid at first, double, then triple checking that he's done this right.]

It's also his Majesty's birthday. He's always eager to sweep it under the New Years celebrations but he has no reason to shy away from any such celebrations here. Don't let him.

[Action - Party Start~]
[The new house is really very nice. It's nothing compared to the Citadel but it is very nice. Clean and homey with the accents of warm wood that, if Cor didn't know better, he'd have thought was reclaimed.

There's a fire in the hearth, hor d'ouerve trays laid out on the kitchen counters. The replicator is of course available to anyone who wants something specific, though you might be surprised to find she responds to voice commands and is distressingly cheerful to talk to. The house is open for examination! Go on, explore folks, mingle away.]

[Action - Midnight]
[As chill as the night is Cor makes a point of slipping through the crowd throughout the evening. There's a number of Lucis Caelums and other magic users as well. So when the time comes near he does his best to usher everyone into the backyard, or at least onto the back porch.

He's certainly not the one to lead the countdown, no someone more energetic can do that, but at the final count a series of spells get fired into the night sky. They may not be traditional fireworks but a few Flares, Thundaras, and spells he has no names for will work well enough, don't you think?]

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[iustaegis]

[ Oh my god Emet don't rain on her parade, she knows traditions are completely made up by humans!! The earth has spun around the sun again, hooray. ]

...I doubt anyone might be able to hold you accountable.

[ Also. ] May I ask for your arm? [ To link hers with!

A shame they are not in the temple leaning on each other. She's grown rather accustomed to his upper arm and shoulder, sitting within the shadows of the temples as watching the patrons pass by. This, too, is good however if he agrees. ]

[unsunderworld]

There are some few.

[His eyes flick to Era in the crowd, revealing enough of the identity of one.]

The secret is that it is something that can only be given.

[None can claim authority over him save Zodiark, but he can lose face with those he respects, few and far between as they are.]

Of course, I've little in the need of external motivation for my goals anyway.

[That which catches his interest and spurs him to action needs no further motivation. A group which must surely include her, for all that he holds his arm out without further inquiry.]

[iustaegis]

[ She links her arm around his—

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY.... Boiiii she catches that little steal of a glance to someone else at this party. She already knows of Era’s feelings towards him, having already spoken with her, and then there had been her network post. After that—

Softly, ]

She’s beautiful tonight, isn’t she?

[ All done up and with a bright red stain upon her lips; no one’s attention can miss her. ]

[unsunderworld]

To my eyes, she is always striking.

[His choice of wording is intentional, a little joke between himself and the warrior who is too far away to hear.]

But she is aglow for others to see, as well, when she allows herself to be. When she forgets to don her own mask.

[iustaegis]

[ Pyra glances at him from her periphery. ]

You can tell when she wears it, then?

[unsunderworld]

Better to say that I can tell when she does not, for such times are rare indeed.

[And clearly to be enjoyed, whether as an observer or participant, from the soft set of his features.]

[iustaegis]

[ She blinks, looking at him, only then to breathe out slowly. Rarer still are those who wear no masks at all, perhaps. ]

You are very lucky to see her without, then.