<span style="font-style: italic">"Are you going to make it through this brother?"</span><br/><br/>Motto glanced at his fellow vampyr and saw that he was a fine sort.  Handsome and well groomed.  He stood nicely.  Without realizing it, Motto adjusted his posture to mimic Gregory’s.  Nodding slightly, Motto answered,<span style="color: #00BF40">“I will.” </span>He was nervous, but he could do a better job of concealing it for the sake of the rest.  Maybe he would be fine.  Maybe Motto would never thirst again and find bliss with the human female across the room.  She was pretty so that was good.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #00BF40"> ‘She’s not the type I would typically hunt.’</span></span>he privately mused,<span style="color: #00BF40"><span style="font-style: italic"> ‘that might help alot.  She probably tastes sweet rather than savory without the higher iron levels..I can tell by the color..I can smell her from here...she is very sweet.  mmmmm..’ </span></span>He stared at Cassandra with a soft smile forming on his face.  Not accustomed to socializing, Motto was easy to read with his open expressions and body language.<br/><br/>“You may approach your betrothed and join hands now.”  A council member announced with a kind voice.  She was pleased with the couples and nodded to the musicians.  They began to play an<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=es_3F3TLJS0">ancient tune once renowned for its romantic appeal</a>.  In a flash Motto was inches from Cassandra.  He was nervous but smiling.  The damn ceremony was almost over!  As practiced, he bowed low before holding his arms up and out for her to take.  She probably had warm little hands..and soft.<br/><br/>If Cassandra were to take Motto’s hands, he would wait for the appropriate time signature to begin leading her into a tender waltz.  Motto didn’t normally dance, but he’d rehearsed this waltz thing many times and felt confident at it.  His steps were solid and strong, brimming with passion but his hold on her would be extraordinarily gentle.  The last thing Motto wanted was to break the human mid-ceremony.<br/><br/>******************<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“You may approach your betrothed and join hands now.”</span><br/><br/>Alice inhaled and lifted her chin before walking to the room’s center.  She would join hands with the stupid demon and dance the stupid waltz with him.  Just as one might guess, the high society girl was a graceful dancer.  Trembling but graceful.  She would allow Gregory to lead her and let her steps be guided by his as the music played.  Her skirt wasn’t long enough or loose enough to swish about if they were to spin, but it didn’t matter.   She kept her eyes from meeting the creature’s and silently thought about how to kill him and avenge her father.