Title: an observation / a comment
Rating: G
Fandom: even if TEMPEST
Relationship: Crius Castlerock/Tyril I Lister/Anastasia Lynzel
Wordcount: 500
Short summary: Zenn found Tyril and Anastasia at the party, on the sidelines, watching Crius swarmed by nobles, and gave them an idea.
"Is this the best corner of the room or…?"
"We're hiding."
Zenn didn't have a set agenda when he first entered the grand ballroom. Per Prince Lucien's invitation he knew that the others, aka Crius and Tyril and Anastasia, would likely be standing around somewhere. He figured he would take stock of the place, namely who was talking to who, and be a bystander should anything rowdy occur. Obviously it was impossible not to spot Prince Lucien, but besides the fact that Prince Lucien was in highest demand, approaching him was unnecessary as Prince Lucien could always summon Zenn to him whenever he wished. The other man basically impossible to miss was Crius due to the crowd of nobles, mostly ladies, surrounding him. As for Tyril and Anastasia…
"It wasn't hard to find you two." Well, Zenn knew exactly what types of places Tyril would hide in if he were in attendance and wasn't particularly surprised to find Anastasia beside him. Tyril lacked the desire to socialize in this environment while Anastasia probably still had anxiety related to it.
"Although I suppose you technically are hiding.” Zenn chuckled. “Leaving Cas out there alone?"
Tyril crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. "He's too charismatic. Not dealing with that shit."
"I see." Zenn looked over at Anastasia. "Do you two need to attend or are you 'support'?" It wasn't like he couldn't get a little info on his friends while he was here.
Anastasia replied with a slight shrug. "When Tyril gets sick of the sight, we intervene."
Sick of the sight…of Crius possibly flirting with noble ladies? "Ah." Zenn laughed. Tyril having Crius on a figurative leash is rather… "That's adorable." His two first real friends in this world…in a way like his younger brothers…attached in their weird way…
Tyril balked at being called "adorable". He opened his mouth, about to spit out an insult, before closing it and reopening it with a sharply asked question. "Why are you here anyway?"
"Information gathering." Zenn shrugged. "Which is one possible explanation for why you two are here."
Tyril scoffed. "I get more than enough information elsewhere, thanks." He looked over at Anastasia who shook her head. Supposing that Tyril's information still came from the same means…there was nothing more to be said.
Zenn smiled wryly. He took a glance at the ballroom and motioned to the other corner. "Well, I'll leave you guys to it." After a few steps he turned around and grinned. "Don't have too much fun without Cas; he'll get jealous."
A few seconds later, Tyril reacted to Zenn's parting words. "…I don't know why that didn't occur to me before. Anastasia, come closer."
Zenn was sure he caused some trouble with that comment, and soon enough there was a commotion. Later when he met up with Crius and Tyril at the pub, Crius let out all his complaints, while Tyril just grinned. It didn’t matter that Anastasia was in the mix. Those two would never change…