[ It's been a bit of a month, and Lockwood has quite a few things on his mind. Lady Whisperfang had been a nice diversion, and of course getting through the dreaded History course had kept him busy, but it seemed as if the subjects of politics and governance couldn't help nipping at his heels.
As a general rule Lockwood dressed the part of a Gold Court dandy. Never stepping foot outside the room unless he was resplendent in classic outfits of tail coat, waist coat, breeches and boots all in shades of black and gold. But sometimes, just sometimes, Lockwood rounded out a long day in something more comfortable.
He still had his black breeches, but instead of his knee high black boots he wore ankle boots that allowed the bright pink socks to flash as he stepped. Atop the breeches he was wearing a simple sweater, mostly black but with hints of gold flecks woven into the wool, it set against his throat as a mock turtleneck. No telling where he'd picked it up, it looked like something quite pedestrian, compared to the fine silk and lace most vampires wrapped around themselves. It was possible that it might have been a gift from somewhere up North.
It was late this particular night, edging close to the hours when all good little vampires would be tucked up asleep. Something had sent Lockwood off to the library for a book, which he carried in one hand as he strolled along the hallways. He wasn't seeking Kashire out, but when his path happened to bring him across the Blue Court Council member, Lockwood paused in his stride.
He should absolutely keep walking. Kashire was a busy man and Lockwood didn't have anything specific to discuss. He had no reason to disturb the older vampire. All the same, he turned neatly on the balls of his feet and set himself on an intercept path. ]
Kashire! [ Lockwood called out, smiling. ] Out alone at this hour? That suggests you're either coming from, or heading too an assignation.
[ Come on. It's Kashire. The man does not sleep alone during the day. ]
Sidles up with no plan in sight
As a general rule Lockwood dressed the part of a Gold Court dandy. Never stepping foot outside the room unless he was resplendent in classic outfits of tail coat, waist coat, breeches and boots all in shades of black and gold. But sometimes, just sometimes, Lockwood rounded out a long day in something more comfortable.
He still had his black breeches, but instead of his knee high black boots he wore ankle boots that allowed the bright pink socks to flash as he stepped. Atop the breeches he was wearing a simple sweater, mostly black but with hints of gold flecks woven into the wool, it set against his throat as a mock turtleneck. No telling where he'd picked it up, it looked like something quite pedestrian, compared to the fine silk and lace most vampires wrapped around themselves. It was possible that it might have been a gift from somewhere up North.
It was late this particular night, edging close to the hours when all good little vampires would be tucked up asleep. Something had sent Lockwood off to the library for a book, which he carried in one hand as he strolled along the hallways. He wasn't seeking Kashire out, but when his path happened to bring him across the Blue Court Council member, Lockwood paused in his stride.
He should absolutely keep walking. Kashire was a busy man and Lockwood didn't have anything specific to discuss. He had no reason to disturb the older vampire. All the same, he turned neatly on the balls of his feet and set himself on an intercept path. ]
Kashire! [ Lockwood called out, smiling. ] Out alone at this hour? That suggests you're either coming from, or heading too an assignation.
[ Come on. It's Kashire. The man does not sleep alone during the day. ]