The tired, frustrated groan that pressed past lips he longed to kiss made him grin, Thick, savoury gravy stained his teeth — this he licked off with all the ravenous haste of someone who hadn't finished several plates of food only minutes ago — and he laughed with the strong breath of someone that had hardly abstained from stealing a few drinks from the uncles' tables before the feast.
"Oh, come on, the village's most promising young warrior beside a strong, red gem? Rare and beautiful and fiery and awfully mean? A dancer with a fierceness that makes young children cry with fear. She thought we were engaged, I tell you, and felt embarrassed to have fallen in love with a taken man. But how could she not?"—the blonde ran greasy fingers through unruly locks of flaxen, brushing away the strands that curtailed his brownish eyes with hints of Yumiko's bright green—"Mercy, Alex. She's in love, can't you see? Don't get angry at the poor little maiden and. . ."
His eyes darted to Emiline at the sound of her voice, sweet as honey with a lime-like tendency, and his lips immediately perked into a sheepish grin, cheeks darkened to a faint red. His lips parted to spew some teasing, flirtatious words, though Alex said something akin to 'turn around and don't talk to Damien' and the blonde did so with little more than a glance at him.
Damien let out soft grumbles like a little child, his growling swallowed by the quickening beat of Tavaedi drums and the patter of the dancer's bare feet on the clay dais. Instead of reaching over and prodding Emiline's arms until she turned around as he often did, his gaze went to the Tavaedis and the circles of purple that wrapped around him, Alex, Emiline, and the other clumps of youngsters.
Their movements hastened, the purples rough confidence and many leaps and kicks were now a blur to his tired eyes. The twenty or so dancers jumped into an impressive leap, and Damien fantasized that someone would fall like he usually did, though this time all of them landed on their feet and tumbled into a drop that met them with the hard ground of the dais. Hurt? No. A part of the dance.
A few, around five, jumped up and began another part of the dance. He glanced fleetingly up at Alex with a smirk of some sorts, then returned his attention to the men and woman who danced graceful, yet strong movements that made him shiver, or that may have been the fire that enveloped the sticks that they threw and caught. Their fingers hardly made contact, however, so even Red Tavaedis aren't immune to fire, hmm.
They chanted war songs in time with the drums, the flute having stopped, not welcome in the blur of a quick drumroll and loud yells of 'Hu' and 'Ha' every time a stick hit an imaginary enemy. It might have looked comical when Damien attempted to slice down people that even he couldn't see, but they managed it somehow. He had heard the Zavaedis tell Tavaedi that one did not dance red, they burned red. As a youth, that had brought about images of people on fire. Now, however, he understood. And he couldn't even see the red aura that they must have been enshrouded with, even when he did tilt his head.
"So is that what you're going to look like, Alexandra? You'll probably burn more than a stick, though. Maybe the dais. Or the village, even. Or those sugar loaves you claim I can't get. Watch this."
Sitting up from the redhead's lap, the blond whistled at the girl as she passed, her dark mahogany gaze fixed on him as a blush engulfed her cheeks and she shyly glanced around in that 'is he talking to me?' thing that girls did more than their hair. He winked at her, mouthed a few teasing words as his gaze traced her figure to where her beaded maiden frock clung to impressive hips. She giggled softly.
"Can I have something to remember you by, hmm? A sugar loaf baked by your beautiful hands, maybe?"
"I didn't make them, silly. Just take 'em, you skirt chaser."
With that, she threw him the two loaves left on her clay serving platter and skipped off, and Damien grasped the warm, white dusted bread and held both in front of his wide grin. "If you want one, though, you'll have to ask nicely." He mumbled, nibbling on the curved top of one.
『 Life Is Full Of Common Enchantment Waiting For Our Alchemist's Eyes To Notice』