Through his eyes [open]

[Kazuki]

There was snow everywhere. It glittered in the night like a million frozen diamonds. Kazuki enjoyed diamonds, he liked the way they shone on the soft skin of women... or himself. His fingers flicked snow off a tree, watching how it became so plain and boring up close. People were like that, too. Spectacular from a distance, but up close and singled out... nothing special. But when he found those rare gems, it was thrilling. Nothing beat that chase, wanting to delve deeper and doing anything to get that privilege. Anything.

Deepest secrets had been spilled to him many times over his long life, and sometimes he truly thought he remembered every single one. Relished every 'I've never told anyone this, but...' and 'I shouldn't have told you that'. He grinned exuberantly at the memory, god it just felt so good. The man wasn't very forthcoming about himself, at least not unless it was something he knew would be particularly impressive or capable of winning someone's intrigue. Sharing a piece there, a snippet there, it made people offer more about themselves. They thought it was give and take, and that they would bait him along by countering his offer with one of their own. But he was leading them the whole time.

He could feel and smell fire just after he saw it, the smoky smell not exactly to his tastes. His cologne would probably mask it well enough or it might upset the careful delicacy of his scent. He didn't like that so much. But the feeling of warm fire sliding along his skin was welcome. It made him tilt his head back, standing in a clearing for a moment to just enjoy the sensation. His eyes seemed to shine brighter when he looked back down, passing by another fae and eying the woman from toe to head with completely unveiled interest.

It didn't give that... spark, so he simply smiled and walked on. His companion trudged through the snow with the occasional gruff noise of distaste. He was a wolverine, small but lethal, and often popular with the ladies. This made him an ideal partner in crime... in more situations than one. Just as he was passing a tent, someone brushed hurriedly past him, making him spin gracefully to take the recoil. When he stopped to see who it was, he stood with one hand on his hip, exposing a white and black rose patterned dress shirt under a black suit jacket. His fingers sat above a black leather belt which secured slightly distressed black jeans. It was somewhere between fancy and casual, though he had no real reason for not dressing up all the way.

As soon as he had repositioned himself, he let out a small remark of surprise. "Oh." A graceful smile accompanied his words, waiting for the other to take notice and address him.

[Ankou]

[/color] He cast about for a name before settling on something. "Nimbus. I trust my rudeness does not disturb you?"

[Kazuki]

The one who had bumped into him was quite a sight. He had a flair for dramatic fashion at the least, perhaps of a time period that should speak of a long age. It was one Kazuki himself recognized, though perhaps in a more modern fashion. Surely he wasn't that old yet, was he? Kazu's makeup had been done in dramatic whisps of black and white above his eyes to make the dramatic color pop more than it normally did. The stark brightness of the electric pink-white amidst the deep ashy blue often made him look a bit... crazed.

He flicked those crazed eyes over the other with unhindered interest before smiling. "Not at all, sir... Sidhe. Though the apology is generous of you." It was not easy to tell if his words were meant to be mocking or if he was just simply being playful by following the style of how the other man addressed him. Pretending he had just noticed the dress style of the other, he grinned a little more widely. "I see we share a similar distaste for the dresscode." Actually, Kazuki didn't mind wearing white on occasion. But he didn't like dressing how he was told to dress, not unless it was for a reason he had some agreement with.

He was about to ask what brought the man to the celebration, and perhaps cleverly try to discern his courtly alliance (not that it mattered that much to him), when a slew of arrows descended all about them. The tent became gouged just to his right, and he narrowed his eyes as he darted out of the immediate danger zone. His hand was poised lightly above a long scimitar when he looked back to his previous company to see how the other was faring. "Never a dull moment around here, wouldn't you say?" He didn't bother to ask if the other was okay, as that much should have been pretty evident.

It was then that he spotted the black figures darting in and out of the shadows. Whatever they were, he didn't recognize them, and that made him instantly suspicious. He'd spent enough time in the realm of fae to be familiar with most of its ooglie booglies and general magic creatures. This just felt... different. And he'd never seen an attack at Imbolc before. In the grand scheme of things it was a relatively unimportant festival. Why not attack at the courts directly? Why not at a time when both the King and Queen were present? Perhaps the Red Queen Annette had some ghosts of the past coming back to settle an old score. Sighing, he straightened his back and tilted his head toward the other. "I wasn't planning on staying long, anyway." He almost seemed to pout as he said it.