I have had a WILD RIDE of a week, and it's only fucking Tuesday. I need some headcanons to get me through this last day, STAT. How about headcanons on how your fave characters interact with ridiculously rich people at fancy parties.

STAT MEANS NOW

So at a fancy rich party, Sylvando would, of course, be in the thick of it. Some might scorn him at first, for he is brazen and bold and loud, but by the middle of the night he’s the life of the party and has no less than 8 suitors and 3 marriage proposals. 

Erik finds a wall to hold up and stations himself near a hidden corner where he can watch the festivities from a distance. He’s pretty and aloof, so of course people approach him. He eyes them with distaste and no small amount of jealousy - he’s never had such opulence, and he figures the people here have never had to work until their fingers bled. He keeps one eye on Rowan always and the other on all the senselessly expensive decor - he almost certainly nicks something small and leaves with it in his pocket.

Rowan, as established, is not the biggest fan of parties. He is dragged into conversation more often than not as people fawn over him for his titles more than his accomplishments, but he doesn’t know how to play The Game™ and is more than a little socially awkward. He wants nothing more than to hide in the corner with Erik and mock. He escapes whenever he can.

Rab wanders from group to group and boasts about Dundrasil and his grandson and their adventures to any and all who clamor for the attention and favor of a Lord/Former King. 

Serena hangs out by the sweets and makes random and sincere conversation with strangers and compliments people’s hair and wardrobe choices. Veronica hovers near her sister, but rarely interacts. She kinda would rather go hang out in the corner with Erik and Rowan but won’t admit it. She scoffs at vapid, rich partygoers who think themselves better than everyone else simply for their monetary worth, and may or may not light a drape on fire just to liven things up.

While Jade doesn’t love meaningless party chitchat and empty flattery, she has been raised with some clue of how to handle this type of event, and has the natural grace to schmooze with the best of them. Eventually though, socializing wears her down and she probably drags a blushing and reluctant Hendrik into a dance, which she finds far more interesting than anything rich party goers have to prattle on about.

When the curtains start burning, Erik is probably the one to shout fire in a crowded room to watch the chaos ensue.