Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

Who were these....people? They couldn't all be related could they?

Azrael's golden gaze rested near firmly upon Tetradore as he partnered Serafina for the majority of those after-wedding photos. That ceremony had been...pleasant. Even Azrael inclined to admit as much. Raven having looked lovely, Serafina's hard work well and truly having paid off. The often-irritable Huner rarely far from that wedding party even despite remaining determined to be polite on that special day and afford Raven that space she desired to capture those wanted photographs and yet- that mystery remained. Tetradore and the Fae King (whose presence anywhere resulted in a veritable shit storm of security and phortgrpahers and paperwork on his end) seemed decidedly....close. That other one was involved too, he was sure of it, Azraels gaze drifting away from where that wedding party was finishing those official photographs to shift towards a French Fae whom bore a striking resemblance to Dorian and yet seemed to terrify Sebastian The Vampire entirely. The irritable blonde Hunter, for now, content to fix each of them with a determined glare. He would, eventually, so discover just what was going on. Perhaps it was a foolish idea and yet each of them seemed somehow connected to the other. Yet beyond the notion that this entire.....group of people seemed unnaturally.....genetically blessed when it came to looks there was little by way of proof to tie them altogether. Azrael, for now, forced to merely settle with his glares and assumptions outside that reception as he waited for Serafina to join him. His girlfriend seemed to take delight in upsetting the Italian King. Dorian one of the few men that Azrael had ever seen actually attempt to run away from Serafina. Most usually inclined to indulge his lovers attentions.

Serafina, for her part, appeared entirely within her element as she moved between Raven, Tetradore, Dorian and what Azrael was assured was any other attractive man in attendance. The Hunter content to roll his eyes at his girlfriends antics, Azrael meeting her gaze on more then one occasion and affording her that simple lift off his eye before his Raven-haired witch at last moved to join him. Azrael reached to take her hand, the Hunter leading the way into that reception area then, that gift Serafina and himself had brought for Tobias and Raven added to that gifts table. Azrael having insisted on that turkey shaped gravy boat. Gravy boats, after all, were the done thing at weddings. At least, they had been in his time. The man assured now was no different. Raven seeming exactly the sort of person who would prepare a proper sunday roast with gravy. Tobias, in turn, likely to enjoy the fact something was shaped like a bird.

"I dont know whats going on here but I'm almost certain half this crowd is bloody related. We don't have any of this recorded on our books with the Council though. Why is that Italian fellow acting as if he's terrified of you? I thi-"

Serafina's sudden halt readily saw Azrael pause in turn and release her hand, Sera muttering something beneath her breath about having 'spotted him' only to make a sudden beeline toward the French Fae that Azrael had seen earlier. Matteo having appeared beside the salad bar. The Frenchman, as if near on cue, glanced upward toward Serafina before abruptly evaporating. For several moments Azrael was left merely staring at the space the man had been before that obscure movement to his left saw the Hunter pivot. Matteo having appeared on the far side of the room and beside Tetradore, Mira, Dorian and Sebastian once more. Serafina, following his own gaze, seemed to have spotted him again, the witch readily beginning to head towards Matteo once more- only for the Frenchman to disappear a second time when she was barely feet from him. Dorian was all but shoved aside as if Serafina was assured the Italian might somehow be concealing him. Hmmm. The Fae thought he was funny then. Azrael inclined to admit it was not....un-amusing in the least to watch Serafina grow only more irritated as her efforts were thwarted. It hardly took long for a notably displeased Serafina to return to him then, Azrael eyeing his girlfriend near warily.

"Why the hell are you chasing that Fae around? Who is he?"

He was too good looking, that's who he was (in Azrael's opinion). The Hunter scowling slightly at the thought only for Serafina to insist she didn't exactly know for sure what his name was either. The Fae having appeared by the table of coffee and tea now. Azarel almost certain the man was watching them both out of the corner off his eye.

"Sera..."

His voice was little more than a whisper then, Azrael drawing the young witch closer to him then, his lips pressing to her own as if the steal a sweet kiss before uttering those words with equal softness.

"You go to the left and come from the side, I'll go to the right. We'll trap him between us. I want to know who he is. If he teleports he'll almost certainly land over there, as far from us as he can, near the band. I might be able to gravity lock him to the ground or cut him off if I run. He's watching us, I know he is, he's pretending not to though. Ready? Let's go."