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gremlinhaus'Will you meet me at the dance hall this evening? After your classes are concluded?'
Caleb had been only slightly surprised by the invitation from Essek. It wasn't rare for one or the other of them to propose some outing or another -- dates, they were dates, because in this unlikely but treasured domesticity that they'd carved out for themselves, they could go on dates and other purposefully romantic activities -- though when it came to dancing, he was more often the one to offer that idea. Still, there wasn't even a shadow of a chance that he would have said no or otherwise demurred. An excuse to have the drow, in disguise as Cobalt Soul librarian or otherwise, in his arms? Caleb was in favor.
So perhaps he'd made a point of dressing for the evening, of tying ginger hair back at the nape of his neck with a satin ribbon in a very particular shade of lavender. Perhaps more than one of his students had commented on the fact that Professor Widogast looked more dressed up than usual, something that he demurred on and shifted topic pointedly to the lessons.
When classes were done, and the last of his work wrapped up well enough, he slipped his coat on -- spared a moment to unfasten the buttons at the collar of his shirt just enough so the slightest bit of chest hair was juuuuust visible, given that by now he had come to understand that Essek was fond of that particular feature. With that he made his way to the dance hall.
Inside the door, he let his gaze sweep the crowd looking for the familiar visage of his partner. But then, he was perhaps a bit earlier than Essek may have expected, given the poorly disguised eagerness to get here. But this was also fine. Caleb would abide, settling himself by the bar and ordering a drink while he waited.
"Bren?"
Caleb stood straighter in surprise at the familiar voice, turning to find himself face to face with not only one equally familiar face, but two. He half started to gently correct the Bren piece, but decided it was not worth it in the end. "Wulf, Astrid." A small smile in greeting at his former lovers-in-arms. "What a surprise to see you here." For Caleb anyway.
Caleb had been only slightly surprised by the invitation from Essek. It wasn't rare for one or the other of them to propose some outing or another -- dates, they were dates, because in this unlikely but treasured domesticity that they'd carved out for themselves, they could go on dates and other purposefully romantic activities -- though when it came to dancing, he was more often the one to offer that idea. Still, there wasn't even a shadow of a chance that he would have said no or otherwise demurred. An excuse to have the drow, in disguise as Cobalt Soul librarian or otherwise, in his arms? Caleb was in favor.
So perhaps he'd made a point of dressing for the evening, of tying ginger hair back at the nape of his neck with a satin ribbon in a very particular shade of lavender. Perhaps more than one of his students had commented on the fact that Professor Widogast looked more dressed up than usual, something that he demurred on and shifted topic pointedly to the lessons.
When classes were done, and the last of his work wrapped up well enough, he slipped his coat on -- spared a moment to unfasten the buttons at the collar of his shirt just enough so the slightest bit of chest hair was juuuuust visible, given that by now he had come to understand that Essek was fond of that particular feature. With that he made his way to the dance hall.
Inside the door, he let his gaze sweep the crowd looking for the familiar visage of his partner. But then, he was perhaps a bit earlier than Essek may have expected, given the poorly disguised eagerness to get here. But this was also fine. Caleb would abide, settling himself by the bar and ordering a drink while he waited.
"Bren?"
Caleb stood straighter in surprise at the familiar voice, turning to find himself face to face with not only one equally familiar face, but two. He half started to gently correct the Bren piece, but decided it was not worth it in the end. "Wulf, Astrid." A small smile in greeting at his former lovers-in-arms. "What a surprise to see you here." For Caleb anyway.
