December

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

@Caits That's amazing! How did they go?

From the Weakest Goblin To the Greatest God

@Jangel13 I won't lie to you, my desire to continue this role play has dwindled. With so many people leaving and then the abnormal pause (please, don't feel bad about it; you had important responsibilities to attend to), I've lost my interest. If everyone wants to continue, I'll stay, but if not I think I might let this one go.

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

Elias

---

Elias rolled his eyes and stared confidently into Alexis' eyes.

"Alexis, my dear, I've only been doing this my entire life. Elias smiled and snagged a drink from a nearby platter, smoothly bringing it up to this lips for a sip before setting it on the table next to him. "I know a thing or two about being inconspicuous in the most distracting manner. If you don't want to stand out, join in the crowd. If you and I spend the entire evening together, speaking with no one, won't we seem a little odd? After all, it's normally quite the event when an incredibly rich, handsome, unwed noble comes into town."

Elias' eyes flashed with mirth as he led Alexis across the room, a cocky smile playing over his lips as he cast a playful glance over towards a group of nearby ladies'. A couple turned away, disinterested, however a good portion of them showed obvious interest.

It would appear that's all that these events were for. Youth and mature alike searching for partners in a fevered race for riches.

As the pair made their way around, Elias quickly noted a few odd characters, and he even went as far as to spot a Fuschbao (Werefox) in her true form. It was odd, the way a Grimm could see right through a beast's disguise and discern their true form. To Elias, it was as if a person was shapeshifting on the spot, but anyone who wasn't a Grimm couldn't see a thing; to them, it was just a normal person taking a drink, not a fox casually stealing their way into the heart of a nobleman.

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

@Wick I'll have a post up in the next few hours.

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

Elias

---

Elias had dreaded the idea of going to the ball the entire week. Not only was he forced into a partnership with Alexis, who a week later remained as stubborn and emotional as ever, but he was now expected to enter the social scene. That had always been Julian's forte; Elias was a much more brutal, rough-and-tumble man.

He had dressed in the clothes provided to him by Marcus, allowing himself to be coaxed into cutting his hair. For the first time in months, Elias was clean shaven. Ever since Taric's death, shaving had seemed inconsequential.

Elias wore a pair of dark pants and leather boots with a half inch heel, laced up to his knees. His shirt and overcoat were varying shades of deep blue, with a white undershirt peeking out from underneath his garments. Elias had managed to hide his Scythe in his attire, folding it in half and slipping the sheathed weapon into his pants, fastening it to his thigh. While it made it slightly inaccessible, it was better to keep it on his lower body than to have one of his dancing partners feel the wicked weapon along his back. The chain was unfortunately left separated from the weapon, as it was far too cumbersome to be conceal easily.

As the pair arrived at the ball, he assist Alexis in dismounting their ride and led her, hand-on-arm, into the ball.

The man that took Alexis hand, Nathan Broussard, did not go unnoticed by Elias. The Grimm quickly sized him up, noting his attractiveness and capable figure; he figured the man probably had a way with the local women.

The table near the dance floor discouraged Elias; the closer their proximity to the festivities, the more difficult it would be to avoid them. Elias was a capable dancer, however he had no desire to fraternize with the women of the town. Instead, he kept his eyes peeled, making sure that every person that approached him and Alexis was entirely human. Many of the greed-filled Wesen tended to be drawn to fanciful events in the hopes of scamming and stealing riches for themselves.

As he and Alexis took a seat at the table, he cleared his throat and glanced around, slightly uncomfortable. "I never really did enjoy the parties and balls my family threw. My brother, Julian, always seemed to thrive in the spotlight, but I've always been a little more..." Elias paused and met Alexis eyes. "Physical."

Elias was a little surprised at his honesty; he had always been able to be frank with Taric, and Alexis did remind him of the man. Slightly.

At events like this, he and his partner has usually expressed distaste and attempted to sneak away, a couple of times with a partygoer or two for some questionable activities. While it was frowned on by his father, he chose to live his life the way he wanted; some called it immature, but Elias didn't care.

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

Well, yeah sure!

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

What kind of party? Like, drinking and food party, or quest for killing goblins party?

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

@Wick Hey, I'm only here for a couple minutes! What can I help you with?

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

@Wick Oh my Lord, writing from Elias' perspective kills me. He's such a prick. XD

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

Elias

---

Elias gave his full attention to Marcus, completely disregarding the woman across from him. If she wished to be aggressive and offensive, he would counter with indifference; he found that indifference angered people far more than any kind of offensive comment could.

"Ah, I see. I had heard she passed, but I never knew how." Elias bowed his head and held a clasped fist to his chest. "My heart goes out to you. I am sure I can make a difference in the population of beasts here, however I doubt a partnership will be necessary. I find that I work best alone."

A dark shade overcame the Grimm's face as he was forced to recall Taric's death and the subsequent "hysteria", as his mother so aptly labeled it, that followed. While he was unquestionably better off with Taric by his side, Elias knew any other partner would simply hinder him, especially one tied so deeply to their insubordination.

Elias didn't believe that being controlled by one's emotions was a bad thing; in fact, it's what made him excellent at his trade. But she lacked the reserve Elias did. He was able to bottle up his rage until he needed it, able to unleash his bloodlust when it suited him. Of course, he wasn't able to bottle it back up on command, but at least he could choose when he had his outbursts.

The woman across from him was far too emotional to be depended on. She was insubordinate, aggressive, and subject to her primal whims, not any kind of respectable regimen.