snow fairy || capitano ✓

9

"I see the dress that I helped pick out is looking nicely on you Miss Y/n."

"Oh! It's you!"

Capitano watched the little conversation unfold, slight amusement evident within himself.

"Thank you, Pantalone. Your assistance was much appreciated."

The Regrator smiled as he nodded to them both, "of course, it isn't every day that one sees the Captain go to such lengths to bring someone to such an event."

"Please, she is merely paying me back for a favor."

"Oh? What all does this favor entail exactly?"

"She is just going to keep me company."

"Is that all?"

"That is all."

Hmm, Pantalone? Where did I hear that name before- WAIT! HE'S A HARBINGER TOO-!

She panicked slightly as she wasn't exactly the most gracious when he had visited her to drop off the dress.

"Well, whatever the case may be, I hope you both don't get too bored here. Have a wonderful night."

He waved to them both as he went to meet with some other guests in the ballroom. Her eyes following after him.

"You needn't worry about him. He won't cause you trouble unless you get into a mess concerning mora."

"R- right..."

He watched her carefully, he could tell she was nervous. The way she breathed, held her hands and twiddled with her fingers. Her eyes glancing from person to person. And her heartbeat had picked up increasingly so once she realized she had met another harbinger.

He grabbed her hand carefully so right then, and pulled her off to the side, away from all the prying eyes. It wasn't every day that Capitano had a pretty girl hanging off of him after all.

Many wanted to ask about her, but he wasn't having it.

He didn't want to make her uncomfortable. It made him think twice on whether he should have chosen something else.

"Follow me."

He had something in mind, something other than this.

"Alright," he could pick up the way her voice shook ever so faintly.

Not liking parties such as this was one thing in common that they shared with one another. Not that he would tell her that, however.

"Where are we going anyway," she managed to muster as he led her out of the ballroom.

"You'll know once we get there."

She briefly wondered if he was going to kill her, but quickly brushed the thought aside. She couldn't have possibly done anything that warranted death. She was sure of it.