[The time between retreating from Ali's office and the festival feels like decades. Concord is used to time moving at a steady trot. Living so long, going through what he has, time rarely moves slowly, rarely crawls along. Yet, when he's anticipating the festival and sneaking off the meet in Ali's room, it makes everything drag on and on. He might seem a bit hyperfocused to others, as a result. They mistake it for being concerned about the King and protecting him for the first portion of the festival, where Concord would be accompanying him to the courtroom ball to be sure he was looked after.
Really, he spends most of the affair wishing he could dip out early to meet with Ali. Dutiful as ever, he stays until the King excuses himself to go mingle with the more commonfolk, where other guards will take over. He gets gentle ribbed by his liege, asking if he has any exciting plans. Concord manages to sound annoyed at it, answering "A meeting with Ali." because that is the truth as much as it is their cover. The King just... smiles and nods. Concord isn't sure what to make of that. It seems all too knowing.
Contrasting Ali's sweet gesture of dressing up, Concord dresses down. He'd been in full, gleaming armor of the court, meant to be as much of a showpiece as he was a practical guard. The Unicorn General, an impressive and intimidating ally to be vigilantly at the King's call. However, he considered what it would look like if he didn't change clothing before going to Ali. What a walk of shame from Ali's room it would be, if he only had his finest clothes and most polished armor to leave in, that following morning...
So, when he does knock at the door, it's once the sun has fallen over the sea and the castle lanterns are lit. He's not in his uniform, uncharacteristically casual dress for him, just sandals with a calf length, pleaded kilt and tunic over top. His hair is still in the fine braid he put it in for the court, but the jewelry he wove in had to be plucked out, so there are some stray silver strands poking out.
Will Ali come to the door or is it open? He waits for some indication after he knocks. The moments before that answer drags on and on, but he believe that will be the last of time stalling. Concord suspects this night will fly by...]
Ali so cute
Really, he spends most of the affair wishing he could dip out early to meet with Ali. Dutiful as ever, he stays until the King excuses himself to go mingle with the more commonfolk, where other guards will take over. He gets gentle ribbed by his liege, asking if he has any exciting plans. Concord manages to sound annoyed at it, answering "A meeting with Ali." because that is the truth as much as it is their cover. The King just... smiles and nods. Concord isn't sure what to make of that. It seems all too knowing.
Contrasting Ali's sweet gesture of dressing up, Concord dresses down. He'd been in full, gleaming armor of the court, meant to be as much of a showpiece as he was a practical guard. The Unicorn General, an impressive and intimidating ally to be vigilantly at the King's call. However, he considered what it would look like if he didn't change clothing before going to Ali. What a walk of shame from Ali's room it would be, if he only had his finest clothes and most polished armor to leave in, that following morning...
So, when he does knock at the door, it's once the sun has fallen over the sea and the castle lanterns are lit. He's not in his uniform, uncharacteristically casual dress for him, just sandals with a calf length, pleaded kilt and tunic over top. His hair is still in the fine braid he put it in for the court, but the jewelry he wove in had to be plucked out, so there are some stray silver strands poking out.
Will Ali come to the door or is it open? He waits for some indication after he knocks. The moments before that answer drags on and on, but he believe that will be the last of time stalling. Concord suspects this night will fly by...]