Post by viktor on Apr 9, 2012 2:31:39 GMT -5
Excuses weren't really Viktor's thing. He usually went along with what he had to do and tried not to worry too much about possible consequences. It wasn't like he had much of a choice in the first place. Per instance, like tonight. He could have made up an excuse for Ana to simply ignore him and go on her way, but somehow, the honest person in him won out. He was by far too honest for his own good, which meant that he had gone along without too much of a fight in the long run. It was probably going to come back and bite him in the ass at some point in the future, but for the time being he could actually pretend he was enjoying himself. Oh wait, no, he didn't do pretense either. He was probably going to be Slovakia's most brutal and honest King in history, because there were just some things that he hated about royal life and it didn't look like he was going to change just because he would be taking the throne soon. He didn't know how soon that would be; his father had never spoken of it, but the old man was getting fed up with everything, Viktor knew. After the death of his wife, he had turned into himself and mostly allowed the Council to make the big decisions, he simply gave the okay or veto when he felt like it. The Council members mostly knew the King inside out anyway, and they were all his friends from school days or from tutoring days, so they knew what to expect and what best not to do when it came down to it, if they wanted to keep their heads on their shoulders. Viktor had once complained over them, but his father had effectively shut him up, saying he was too old to worry about everything on his own.
So for the time being, Viktor was going to watch and learn and make sure everyone in the room knew just how badly he thought of them. Well, except for a select few, who probably weren't even here tonight, as much as he would like to think of them as his brothers in suffering. They were probably the smart ones who had somehow escaped to some of the other parties, that were by far more fun than this one. Oh well. Looking at Ana, Viktor sighed softly at her question but didn't attempt to answer that. It was a quote, his mind supplied, and while he would have enjoyed to supply a returning one, he was starting to lose the fun of it, which was bad sign. As to the other quote … You don't shake hands with fists. You smash someone's face with it, he shrugged non chalantly and tried not to think of what others were thinking when they saw them enter together like this. The sooner he could get away from this all, the better, although he wasn't chicken to leave Ana to fend for herself. He would leave when she would. He had THAT much gallantry in him somewhere, though it wasn't normally shown. Following her discreet sign, he eyed the third year she was talking about. He looked like a prince from one of the southern countries by the looks of his colouring. I think his location has a lot to do with this as well, I mean, the country he comes from. By the looks of it, if he's from somewhere south, he has a lot of temperament. It's a fancy way of saying he won't back down for anything at all, unless someone nails him on a wall somewhere. He shook his head when the princess – or servant, he couldn't tell at a distance – the other had been talking to seemed to have given up and walked away, leaving him standing on his own. Well, there went that chance, Viktor added with an almost smug look. And she actually likes him. You can see it in the way she looks at him, but she's exasperated. The way people worked was easy to discern once you'd spent a lot of time studying them from the shadows where no one wanted to look. By now though, the hall was filling and the dance floor was becoming more packed than before. Viktor wasn't going to be seen there unless he was dead and Ana fancied dancing with a corpse. I need a drink, he commented dryly, lightly steering her to the tables.
TAGGED --- ANASTASIYA SVETLANA OF RUSSIA
NOTES --- it's all good <3
OUTFIT --- CLICK
LYRICS --- MICHAEL JACKSON
TEMPLATE --- MADE BY ME
