Hello, May I request a scenario where it's the Eel Guard special event and there's this evening private party with hundreds of people to honor Miko and the chief guards works. And Guardienne gets all pretty for Nevra to dance with her but he is trapped with a bunch of thirsty fan girls and Ezarel dance with her to comfort her in front of everyone and especially jealous Nevra. Just some Nevra/Ezarel rivalry SO SORRY if this is too much I had a dream lol understand if you don't do it thanks still
Hey Anon! I honestly squealed when I saw this request! I love it! Thanks for sending it in!
Anyway, here’s your scenario! I hope you enjoy it!
“Why did I come here?” You murmur, slumping with disappointment as you tried to ignore your dance partner.
Well, he was supposed to be your dance partner. Nevra seemed far too busy entertaining the numerous women surrounding him to be dancing with you.
You’d dressed up so prettily, in a too tight dress and too high heels, just to catch his attention, and you had had it! He promised to spend the evening with you and you’d been delighted. Now you wondered if he’d just been spouting his usual Nevra-isms.
You twisted the fabric of your dress in your hands, eyes downcast as you felt embarrassment burning your cheeks. The urge to leave was strong and you made to leave and find somewhere you could mope in peace when a familiar voice called out to you.
“Why the frowny face, Pumpkin?” For a moment, you honestly thought Nevra had finally come to dance with you, but your hopes were quickly dashed when you spied Ezarel giving you a mischievous smirk.
“Ezarel.” Your flat response caught the elf’s attention, though the grin on his face never faltered.
“Not happy to see me? I’m offended~” He hummed, moving to stand beside you. “Although, I can’t blame you. Let me guess, your prince forgot you, am I right?”
“I’ve been waiting for an hour.” You murmured, looking down. “I thought he’d keep his word…”
There was a silence, as Ezarel studied your face.
“He will.” The words were unexpected, and you found yourself looking up at Ezarel. He refused to meet your eyes as he walked ahead of you, adding over his shoulder, “He’s a man of his word. Even if he doesn’t seem it.”
You could’ve laughed. Did you look so miserable that Ezarel of all people would comfort you? Still, his words made you smile a little, even if Nevra didn’t keep his promise, it was nice to know Ezarel cared enough to cheer you up.
“Thanks, Ez.” The man turned to you, face softening at the small smile on your face.
“…How about a dance?” The suggestion surprised you both, a bright blush appearing on both parties’ faces.
“I-I wouldn’t mind… But are you sure? You don’t like being touched…” He chuckled, taking your hand in his as he led you to the dancefloor.
“I’m a benevolent prince; I can deign to dance with a carriage every now and then.”
Nevra found being surrounded by beautiful women, all fawning for his attention, wasn’t as awesome as he once thought it was. Especially when the only beautiful woman he wanted fawning over him is currently dancing with that blue bastard.
He’d only left your company to stop Chrome from trying to sample the champagne, then he’d found himself swarmed by women, all trying to get him to spend the night with them. He’d tried letting them down gently, but clearly that wasn’t working.
Nevra glanced at you again, jaw tight in irritation as he watched Ezarel dip you, almost growling when he pulled you back, your faces much too close for the vampire’s liking.
“Nevra? Are you listening?” Some busty brunette, he hadn’t caught her name, asked, pressing herself against him.
“Hm? Oh, sorry ladies, but I really have to get going…” He said, a polite smile masking his immense irritation.
“Come on, Captain!” A girl from his guard pouted, “Spend some time with us! I bet we could all have fun~” He laughed lightly, pulling away from the brunette and taking a few steps back.
“Thanks but no thanks. I promised a friend I’d spend the evening with them so…” He tried to escape but was blocked, again, by another woman trying to get his attention.
His gaze by-passed her to rest on you again, eyes narrowing in fury when he sees Ezarel whispering something in your ear that makes you blush.
His fury only grows when Ezarel turns to look at him, a smug smile pasted all over his mug.
The furious sneer he sends back just makes Ezarel laugh, snapping the last string of Nevra’s self-control.
With barely an ‘excuse me’, Nevra forced his way through the crowd of women, his sights set on you and the goal of ripping you away from that damned elf.