Though it had been her proposal, Keyleth only spends a moment inside the ballroom before regretting every single decision that has led to this colossal mistake.
It’s beautiful, and overwhelming, and vast, and magnificent, but it’s Vex who inspires her regret: Vex who is radiant, and stunning, and bestows magnanimous smiles like this was the life into which she was born.
Keyleth cannot imagine that it makes for a convincing sight, nor who would believe Lady Vex’ahlia’s...wife (Keyleth tries to think, calmly) is the woman on her arm — the one who nearly breaks into interpretive dance five minutes after their arrival, and whose attempts at Gnomish compliments result in a very confused man wondering what it is his hair could possibly have in common with a snail.
Vex has their quarry thoroughly charmed in minutes, and surely everyone in a ten-foot radius as well — through nothing but the sheer force of her charisma, a well-timed smile, and a dress that makes the thought of looking anywhere else impossible.
“That was,” Keyleth begins as they retreat from the dance floor, stops. Starts. “You were — I mean — wow.”
“By which you mean to say you might have chosen the wrong twin after all?” Vex asks, mischievous and bright-eyed with the night’s success; when she leans in to press a lingering kiss to Keyleth’s cheek, Keyleth flushes so thoroughly she stops wondering who might not be convinced at all.
no subject
It’s beautiful, and overwhelming, and vast, and magnificent, but it’s Vex who inspires her regret: Vex who is radiant, and stunning, and bestows magnanimous smiles like this was the life into which she was born.
Keyleth cannot imagine that it makes for a convincing sight, nor who would believe Lady Vex’ahlia’s...wife (Keyleth tries to think, calmly) is the woman on her arm — the one who nearly breaks into interpretive dance five minutes after their arrival, and whose attempts at Gnomish compliments result in a very confused man wondering what it is his hair could possibly have in common with a snail.
Vex has their quarry thoroughly charmed in minutes, and surely everyone in a ten-foot radius as well — through nothing but the sheer force of her charisma, a well-timed smile, and a dress that makes the thought of looking anywhere else impossible.
“That was,” Keyleth begins as they retreat from the dance floor, stops. Starts. “You were — I mean — wow.”
“By which you mean to say you might have chosen the wrong twin after all?” Vex asks, mischievous and bright-eyed with the night’s success; when she leans in to press a lingering kiss to Keyleth’s cheek, Keyleth flushes so thoroughly she stops wondering who might not be convinced at all.