<div class="floatright">(https://www.duchamplondon.com/duchamp_blog/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/aiden-shaw-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>William<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ballroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Elia, Imogen, Kore<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/b7/26/e5/b726e50a805a2b3dc61a60b5b5d5ff2e--aiden-shaw-summer-campaign.jpg)</div></div><hr/><br/>Although there was no way for William to read her thoughts, he might have found it amusing that while she was caught up in thoughts of what sort of life he had lived, his own mind was filled with memories of past dances and revelries such as this, of the various people he had the pleasure to meet over his adventurous life, the countess being one of those. He had always felt, and often acted like he had one foot caught in the past, from the times long gone when such events and gatherings had been the normal. He certainly felt that he could have fit well in the Victorian era, and perhaps even a little before that.<br/><br/>Pulled from his thoughts by her voice, he turned his flickering eyes down towards her, listening to her going on about modeling and being in a few magazines. No, he was quite certain that was not where he was getting the familiarity from, mostly because he didn’t often have the time or the inclination to pick up such periodicals. He had been to a few galleries on his last tour but those had been primarily filled with paintings and sculptures. No, he was quite certain that she might have been a student of his in the past but that list was long and covered a couple continents. A playful half smile tugged at the right corner of his mouth, just visible beneath his mask as she seemed to catch herself from revealing too much, instead turning to tease. “Have you run with wolves before? It can be quite exhilarating. To be so wild and free.”<br/><br/>Turning her slowly with the flow of the music, William’s gaze was caught by the curious shadow along the edge, his gaze taking in a pale beauty in black. He wasn’t sure if the pale flesh was what caught his attention or the delightful upturned horns of her mask. More than a little intrigued and confident that the lovely little pixie before him would understand, he drew them towards the edge of the crowd as the song began to wind down. “That was a delightful  adventure, if I might be so bold as to say so. Hopefully we will have the opportunity to do so once more before the evening as closed, that is of course if you feel confident enough to hunt a wolf.”<br/><br/>Deciding to tease her, since he had gotten the since that she was quite new to these things, he lifted Elia’s hand to his whiskered face and gave a playful kiss. Stepping away, he turned his gaze back to where the intriguing shadow had been. And there she was not. Arching a brow behind his mask, he shifted his gaze slightly, wondering if his own mind was already playing tricks on him, getting all caught up in the atmosphere. Deciding that he would fetch himself another drink for his search, he stepped towards the wall when he caught the shift of horns out of the corner of his eyes, seeing them over the heads of several gossiping party goers. Abandoning the quest for the drink, he moved towards the shifting horns. He was almost there…<br/><br/>Only to arrive second. A beauty in red stood before his intended target and he tilted his head slightly to the side, as he hadn’t seen her yet either. Of course he had expected the place to be absolutely packed. How often does a Count and a Countess in this day and age hold such a party? It was an excellent opportunity to meet and greet, to rub elbows and make all matter of connections, especially if you didn’t put too much stock in the masks. William had actually worked out his book deal at an event like this, having caught a dance with an editor and the rest was successful history. He was about to turn away, to seek that drink after all when he heard the opening bars of the next song.<br/><br/>Closing the distance between himself and the pair of lovely ladies, he flashed a smile through his white whiskers, bowing his head. “Forgive my intrusion, but I was wondering if you two were familiar with trio dance form of a Paso Doble song? I daresay it is a bit flamboyant if you feel up to the task and do not mind being observed by the crowd…”<br/>