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❝ Masquerade ❞

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Traditional thing that Iseul is, he made a point of sending out invitations to every monster and supernatural being with whom he's acquainted the day after telling Damian of his masked ball. Each is written in a large, looping hand and reads:

My Dear Friend,

You are cordially invited to a most exclusive masquerade ball to be held at my estate on the next new moon. The attire is formal with a theme of silver and gold. My doors will open promptly at 8:00pm. Dinner will be served with music, dance, and festivities to follow.

I do so look forward to your attendance.

Kindest Regards,
Your Host

Iseul's calling card is included for those who may not recognize his handwriting. It also happens to have his address on it, as well.

Guests will find the house dark and sprawling, positively goth in decor and style. For those who know or know of Iseul, this won't be a surprise. There's a running joke in the community that the Fae is truly meant to be a vampire... more so than his long-standing vampire rival. Those in attendance will be shown to the parlor, the pocket doors thrown wide to the adjoining suite to make it something of a small ballroom. Musicians sit off to the corner playing with few breaks throughout the night.

The dining room boasts a long table with a veritable banquet. Though, one must be careful about eating Faerie food. Never fear, dear guests, for none of this food was prepared or even harvested by Fae hands. Outside, the grounds are covered with sprawling flower gardens, topiaries, and even a small maze of hedges. Lanterns light the paths since there's no moon for light. Both in and out, the house has many dark nooks and crannies and unoccupied to rooms to disappear into. All guests are welcome to stay if, for any reason, they are unable to leave at first light.

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Iseul gasps out a surprised cry when Damian lifts him off his feet. Of course he has the strength for it despite his appearance. The fae’s glad of it since he’s feeling a little lightheaded between lust and blood loss. Those lissome arms naturally drape over Damian’s shoulders, hands clasping behind his neck to hold on even as his legs wrap more tightly around the vampire’s waist.

Each and every press of Damian’s lips again his skin leaves Iseul shivering in anticipation. His hands shift to tangle into that pale hair, maybe guiding just a little and very gently to the places he knows are the most sensitive; to the places he longs for the lips to kiss and those teeth to bite and scrape.

The initial intrusion causes Iseul to suck in a sharp breath as his head falls back against the tree trunk with a quiet thud. Fingers flex and tighten in Damian’s hair as that first probing digit works itself inside him. The fae draws in another long breath, using it to will himself to relax and accept what Damian is giving him. It’s everything Iseul asked for, everything he wanted and didn’t realize until mere moments ago.

Damian worked that finger deeper inside of Iseul as he kept up the biting kisses. Taking his time, even with how impatient he was feeling, he spread the oil as needed before adding another finger to spread him open. All the while he felt himself shudder from the feel of how the fae was clinging to him, something he knew he'd be doing instead if the roles were reversed.

Soon he was moving back up, kissing him briefly before smiling against his lips. He knew that he had to taste of Iseul's blood still but that didn't bother the vampire and he somehow doubted it bothered his lover either.

"I can feel your blood singing in me. It makes me so hungry for you in so many ways..."

Snake would easily claim to be Tiras' biggest fan, but that's only because he doesn't know about Su-jin. His lashes lower slightly at the touch, pulse quickening a little. It feels like... Something intimate, like some kind o unspoken invitation... to what, Snake isn't sure.

"I've been following your blog for a long time." It probably predates Snake. Back from the good old days of Web 1.0. His smile's bright, but only a little awkward (after all, this guy is like his hero after all!). "It's what inspired me to start my own."

"Which one is yours? Tell me about it." Yes, he was already getting his phone out so that way he could look it up and follow it. Even if it wasn't focused on him he still wanted to look it up. Maybe it would be amusing. Humans always had such fascinating and silly ideas about supernaturals after all.

Oh wait. Su-jin had his phone. Well he'd just look it up later then and follow it!

Instead he poured all his attention back into Snake, leaning forward with a smile to show his interest.

Kellan knows Iseul because of course he does. His sister is very fond of Iseul's fashion sense and design. Some little renown comes with being the one who dresses the Unseelie Princess, at least among her immediate kith and kin. He wouldn't say they're close, he hardly knows the other fae. But an invitation is an invitation and it makes for as good an excuse as any to 1) take his sister to see her present favorite and 2) spend more time with his own beloved.

The Prince arrives fashionably late due to the Princess fussing over looking just so to impress her tailor (little does she know he'll be otherwise engaged for quite some time). He shows up with dramatic flair. The double doors swing open to reveal the Prince in messy, but regal attire (sans the goth stompy boots) and a simple gold mask to match the trim. On each arm, his beloved twins, Sumin and Suho.

Yes, yes, everyone pause to admire what a fine trio they make. Then you may go back to whatever you were doing before this distinguish group arrived (Princess in tow).

Edited 2023-06-08 23:20 (UTC)

His fingers idly move from one feather to another, shimmery blue coloured nails forming a lovely contrast against the gold. Such different colours coming together to form an incredible pair. Oh doesn't that sound strangely familiar though. He tips his head to one side, seemingly scrutinizing the feather beneath his fingers, even if that's not what he's looking at anymore. Oh no, the river spirit's eyes have drifted just a little up from the feather clad shoulder and they're focusing in on, instead, on the gold flecks on the phoenix's skin that he can see just below the mask. Oh how he'd love to reach out and touch those gold flakes though.

Perhaps a private meeting with his vulture is in order before the night is out. Matters to discuss and whatnot, of course.

"Worry about me and my social skills, do you?"

How an invitation came into Matthias' hands is beyond him. He doesn't really socialize with monsters. But who can resist a masquerade? Maybe something exciting will catch his interest. He supposes it won't hurt to mingle with the local supernatural, sort of get a feel for who's who and what's what in the area.

No matter who he's socializing with, he's all smiles under the red devil mask that obscures most of his face. It's the exact color of the red velvet suit he sports. He almost seems like he belongs as part of the decor in this house. Almost.

He's never in one place for long, bouncing from the conversations in the living room, to trying some of the foods on display, wandering the garden, and even trying to solicit some lovely thing to join him in a dance.

"No one else is going to," he huffs. His brow lifts as he meets Nam's gaze as if to silently ask are they? Is there someone else in the old crocodile's life who cares about his loneliness, who comes to his river year after year with offerings to honor him with want of nothing in return, who would have sought the dragon out if he hadn't sat beside Gaja first?

Gold shines in his eyes as he jerks his head in a very bird-like gesture to one side. It's as if the makeup adorning his skin continues into his irises. Ah, but they're never as bright as when they're gazing on Nam.

"You look fetching tonight, Nam," he finally concedes after another blatant once-over. "Blue always has suited you best."

All of this is almost too much. Too much of Damian's body against him, setting his skin on fire everywhere they touch. Too much of those fingers driving all sanity from him as they tease and prepare him. Too much of those biting kisses that he dearly hopes will leave marks in their wake to remind him (and anyone else who might see) where Damian's been. Oh, how he wishes each touch would sear him and leave a scar behind to prove that, yes, this passion is real; yes, this moment happened in reality, not some fever dream.

Iseul meets Damian's lips with a plaintive whine. A needy, pleading sort of sound. Ah, but he could taste his blood in the vampire's mouth -- piquant and metallic on his own tongue. A welcome addition to what Iseul tasted of him moments before. Knowing that that added flavor comes from him... there's something oddly erotic about it that goes straight to Iseul's cock -- as if it needs any further provocation to stand up proudly.

Somehow Damian's voice pulls him from drowning in the sea of sensations he's long craved. It's true what he said that there could be no others after this. Even one kiss was enough to determine that. It doesn't quite cut through the fog curling around his mind like some lazy cat. No, somehow his tone and cadence only add to that, but the rods ring clear and true at the same time. Each word plucks at something inside the fae, resonating physically within him. To be so adored, so desired...

Iseul pants out a soft moan, eyes fluttering before his gaze sharpens on his soon-to-be lover's face. "Take all you want of me, my sweet vampire. Feast on me as you will."

There's that nervous little laugh again. It's less sound than a puff of air.

"Uh, it's called Move Over Mothman. I write about," he gestures to the party going on and all the very non-human creatures around them, "just this sorta thing. I kinda... Well, I just stumble into situations like this where I'm usually one of few, if not the only regular human. I write about the real paranormal creatures. But carefully. The last thing I want is to put any of you in danger by giving too many specifics."

Those words stirred something in him. Solidified his feelings for the fae. How could he have missed his feelings this entire time? They felt like they had been right there but apparently he'd never known? It was so startling to say the least. And he shuddered just from listening to them. Then he smiled and leaned forward to kiss him again as he finished preparing him and lined himself up with him.

"Next time please take your turn to take all you want. I insist."

Because he wanted them both to have fully claimed each other. To have made it clear that there would never be any other ever again. And with that request made, he let himself slide into Iseul, groaning softly at how the heat surrounded him so perfectly. Everything about this creature was just...everything to him now.

Oh that was so cute. He was protecting all these creatures that could destroy him just because he was tasty. Tiras wondered if maybe he should give him a gift with his emblem on it so keep other monsters away. Or more just to discourage them from bringing him harm if they came across him. That way Snake could have so many more cute interactions like this and be able to tell him about them in the future.

He wiggled in his seat and smiled wider. "You don't have to worry about me, sweet one. I'm very delicate in appearance but it takes so much more to bring me to danger."

Honestly? Tiras was the danger in actuality.

Sumin knows Iseul only through Kellan, and only really then because Suho asked about him when they received the invite initially. Well, when Kellan received the invite. If either twin received a formal invitation, Sumin was not made away. It could simply be that Suho tucked them both away somewhere and forgot to ever tell him. Not that it would have stopped either of them from joining their prince at this event. It should always be understood that they are Kellan's +1 and his other +1.

Fashionably late. Sumin hates fashionably late. Where the Princess not Kellan's sister, Sumin would have insisted she find her own way here whenever she was finally ready. Alas, he had to settle for simply looking at the time and sighing (two things which he's certain only Suho ever noticed). But finally, they've arrived. Thankfully, they've arrived. Every minute past 8 o'clock that they weren't here was like a fresh knife in his chest.

Sumin and Suho arrive dressed to match their prince as well as each other. They're wearing matching jackets, with Sumin's being the same shade of red as the inside of Kellan's jacket, and Suho's being the same shade of blue as the outside, as well as simple black dress pants. Their masks are a similar style to Kellan's as well, though the filigree on Sumin's evokes images of the sun while Suho's, of the moon.

"What would you like to do here first, my Prince?"

Witty repartee is lost to him -- so is the ability to assure Damian that Iseul will, indeed, take all he wants from the vampire. Perhaps night tonight, but very soon. Alas, words must wait. They're driven from his mind as Damian breaches him. Every inch of him clings tightly to the vampire as he sinks deeper, spearing Iseul open in the most delightful of ways. Pleading whimpers spill from the fae, each punctuated by hiccuped gasps.

With all his vivid imagination, Iseul could never imagine something so perfect at his moment. This moment in the midst of the garden he had planted only for Damian, entwined together under the light of the stars and bathed in the scent of flowers. Nevermind the bite of tree bark into his back and the way he hits the trunk too hard every time Iseul lets his head fall back. A little pain never bothered him before, why should it now? Why when it's so easily overshadowed by the bliss of Damian's body moving against him and inside him?

Oh, how he squirms, using whatever purchase he can find to try to move his hips, to encourage Damian deeper. Gravity certainly helps with that part. Unrestrained 'oh oh's pass his lips and he's torn between whether he truly wants the vampire to remain still a moment more or fuck him like some rutting animal. Clinging more tightly, Iseul claws at Damian's shoulders in desperation.

"Damian..." his voice is pitched higher than normal as he pleads for something more. "Damian, please..." I want you, I need you. I'm yours.

Edited (omitted a word) 2023-06-09 03:21 (UTC)

"The humans visit me," he mutters. That is to say that Gaja is right. No one else is going to. The humans don't care about him in any way that matters. They don't care about the long days and nights that he spends alone while waiting for them. They don't come to see him nearly as often as they once did, when the rivers were far more important to them. Now they only come to see him when they have need of him, when they want for fresh, plentiful fish or clear, cool water.

Gaja is the only one who's come to him looking for nothing in return. He's the only one who cares to keep him company or pull him away from his river when it's been far too long since last Nam left. Outside of the special occasions like these, Gaja is the only one Nam allows to pull him away. He simply trusts that the bird has on ulterior motives, and has his best interest in mind.

A small smile tugs at the river creature's lips as he raises his covered arm, watching the way the light fabric moves and admiring the colour as if in acknowledgement of the compliment. Then he reaches over to Gaja and this time he does run his fingers over the gold flecks on the phoenix's face. "The gold compliments your beautiful eyes."

Sam had dressed up for the occasion when Matthias had mentioned dragging him out for the night. He certainly didn't mind a reason to dress up, utterly adoring any chance to be fashionable. So he wore a finely tailored suit with a mask that complimented it. Given his height he truly stood out at the event but that was something he had been used to his entire life. Naturally he socialized on his own for a time but there was no stopping him from being drawn to Matthias.

Or maybe it was Matthias drawn to him? He really couldn't say but them meeting up in the garden was a welcome thing and he smiled fondly at his friend as he stepped closer to him once he took notice of him.

"Are you having fun?"

The werewolf hadn't been given an invitation but he had come as a guest of another who had been invited. Given how he preferred to keep his head down in the modern world, he wasn't surprised that this was how it turned out. But that didn't mean he felt insulted or wouldn't use the chance to go out shopping to dress himself properly. He was a werewolf who adored fashion after all.

Towering over many people around him, he easily stood out. But he looked handsome in his suit and mask while doing it. Sam was polite to everyone he spoke with, definitely drawing eyes to him due to how handsome he was even with the mask.

He did seem to have a sadness in his eyes though. One very old and one that had clearly been there a long while. Still, he smiled and worked his way through the party, sometimes watching a certain demon across the room...

Sumin is not the only one annoyed by Yileana. Then again, she's always been a spoiled little wisp of a thing. The time of others' has no value to her. Unbecoming someone of her station. Throughout the ordeal of her many costume changes, Kellan shares sympathetic glances and more than a handful of eye rolls with his beloved. He's surprised to find Sumin isn't clawing his way out of his skin while they wait. Kellan does everything he can to avoid such a thing, hurrying Yileana along with chiding notes about keeping their host waiting.

"First," he declares in a low but authoritative tone, "We will be extracting ourselves from the company of the Princess. Come." Yes, he's going to lead the pair in whatever direction is opposite from that in which she's looking. She's likely scanning the crowd for Iseul. Kellan doesn't care. He has the only two who matter to him at his sides. No need to search for what's right there.

Once they've separated from his sister, Kellan relaxes by degrees -- though it's hardly noticeable to anyone who isn't intimately familiar with his body language and moods. But he moves to free his arms from his beloveds' and turns on the ball of his foot to stand before them. "Now, remember my sun and moon, you must also enjoy yourselves tonight. If there is anything you wish to do, you must tell me."

Unfortunately for both of them, Suho is an eager and almost entirely too accommodating little thing much of the time. Anytime Yileana wanted to change clothes yet again, Suho encouraged the idea. He'd run to fetch new clothing for her and would assist with helping her into them. The hope was to hurry her along, though it just encouraged her to try more. He'd hoped the help would please the princess, thus pleasing his prince. Instead he had to feel his brother's eyes boring into his back and watch the sympathetic glances and eye rolls shared between him and his beloved prince.

Maybe he was a little too eager to be helpful... But they eventually got to the masquerade and Prince Kellan got to made a grand entrance out of it so it all worked out in the end, right? Never mind the fact that he can still feel Sumin's discomfort. He should really apologize later and maybe find a way to make it up to him. Both him and the prince.

Suho smiles brightly at Kellan when the prince relaxes a little post escape from his sister. Even Sumin smiles now that the foursome is once again the threesome it's meant to be. He looks over at his brother and then back up at Kellan. "But we enjoy ourselves when we're with you."

No one, at least not Kellan, would fault Suho for Yileana’s failings. She is a Princess if the Fae. She knows her obligations. It’s not on Suho, who is not Fae, to understand the intricacies and expectations of her position. Besides, it was sweet watching he efforts to ne helpful.

That’s something Kellan loves about him.

His smile widens, brightening those inky dark eyes. “In that case, we shall have a splendid time since we are all together.” Kellan reaches out to press his palm to each of their cheeks. “Let’s start with wine.” That said, the Prince loops an arm around each of theirs and leads them toward the dining area.

Both boys lean into the touch of their prince with soft smiles. The warm palm feels nice pressed against his cold cheek. Suho's always run a little colder than his brother so Kellan's touch has always been like a warm, cozy blanket on a cold winter's night. Comfortable. Welcoming. Like he wants to wrap himself in it forever.

Once they reach the dining area, Suho slips free of Kellan's grasp (regretfully!) and eagerly makes his way over to the food and drink that's being offered. He samples more than a few things himself - paying particular attention to the various types of meats that he will be coming back for - before securing a glass of wine for his prince and a few pieces of fruit that he might like. It's only once Suho returns that Sumin detaches himself from the prince and walks over to get two more glasses of wine for himself and his brother.

Suho smiles as he holds out the glass and small selection of fruit to Kellan. "There are so many other choices over there if you don't like this wine!"

Sam's hard to miss in casualwear with all that height. And he always looks good no matter what he's wearing. Or maybe that's just Matthias being biased. He always likes being around beautiful people when given the choice. It takes some time before Matthias finds his way to Sam, but he's aware of his movements for most of the evening. A few side glances, a peek over a shoulder or a wine glass to assess where his wolf is.

He flashes Sam a grin, happy to be outside for a little fresh night air. "Have you ever seen me not having fun?"

Kellan's eyes drift after Suho first, then Sumin, each in their turn when they wander away from him. But only for a few second. He could never neglect the brother who remains behind with him. In the time Suho's away, the Prince leans closer to Sumin, flicking a worried look his way.

"We don't have to stay long if you do not wish it, my darling. This is the Princess's wish, not mine. She may be a brat, but she dares not disobey me when I play chaperone." If Sumin seems at all worn or discomfort, if Kellan cannot make an escape, he will merely prevail upon the laws of hospitality and insist their host provide Kellan's precious sun a quiet room in which to rest.

His easy smile returns when Suho does. Oh, how easily he smiles with his dear twins. For others, it's merely polite, a duty required of his station. Reaching out for the offered wine, Kellan makes no effort to hide the intentional way he brushes his fingers against Suho's with warm affection. Then his eyes sweep toward the long banquet table, seeking out a place for the three of them to sit when Sumin rejoins them.

"Perhaps we'll try them all," he quips with a grin. "Then we shall dance!"

Snake instinctively leans forward, as if the room is too noisy for him to hear Tiras clearly. The truth is that Tiras has a certain magnetism to him, even with the aid of Iseul's charm trying to muffle it. Being nothing more than a mere human, Snake has no immunity to it.

"What are you, exactly?"

Humans want things from Nam. Gifts, blessings, anything they can take. That's just how they are. Gaja is the one who visits him, who brings offerings wanting no favor in return. They weren't always friendly. They're still not always friendly, but these days their slights and insults are laced with the affection of an old friendship.

Gaja's lashes fall, leaving only a sliver of those dark, gold-flecked eyes visible beneath them. He cants his head into the touch, soft little trill bubbling up.

"Who are you and what have you done with my cranky crocodile?"

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