The Demon and His Griffin

Gray Meets Gold

            Gray eyes searched the room for something to catch his interest. It was only during the third sweep that he saw something, or should he say someone, that fell into that category. Excusing himself abruptly, he wasted no time in crossing the room, weaving through the crowd, to reach her. She is a vision in her deep purple dress which is a handful of shades darker than her hair, it's skirt flowing in waves around her legs.

"I find it hard to believe that a lovely creature such as yourself has escaped the attention of those around for so long." Her dazzling gold eyes met his steely ones with amusement dancing in them. "Am I escaping attention, or turning people away, do you think?" Her lips curved up in a small smirking smile and he knew he had found his place for the rest of the evening, all things willing. Or the rest of time, something in the very back of his mind suggested.

"Oh really now, you mean to say that if I asked you to dance you would truly refuse?" He tilted his head and leaned over slightly to be closer to her.

She gave a small laugh before replying, "You won't know until you ask." Innocence masked her face, and something told him that she wouldn't refuse.

A devilish smirk tugged at his mouth as he bowed to her, "Would you care dance, Milady?" he offered his hand as he looked into her eyes.

Her hand softly landed in his and he felt a jolt of energy shoot through him. "I'd be delighted." She stood with him, and triumphantly he led her to the center of the dancefloor. Across the room he saw his mothers, the Ancestral Witches, nodding in what appeared to be approval as they looked at his partner.

"What do I call the most beautiful being I have ever laid my eyes upon?" he askes her as they begin to move. "My name is Violet Griffin." She tells him, and he responds to provide his own name when she raises an eyebrow in question. "You may call me Valtor, precious Violet." He kisses the back of her hand as the song ends and he is forced to relinquish her to another as his mothers' beckon to him.

Her eyes follow him across the room, and he looks back to her one more time before he ducks through the doorway. Violet Griffin, he thinks to himself, has not done a thing and yet has already managed to ensnare his heart.