bsumone | ❝ Masquerade ❞

{ seething shadows breathing lies }

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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“Am I~? Maybe a little.” He does smell like someone who a cat should try to impress, after all!

He drops his voice into a little whisper, eyes wide as he looks around to make sure their host isn’t in earshot. “I’m surprised Iseul has a friend… other than his blond cutie.” Even if they denied being friends and pretended to be rivals. It was kind of cute to see.

Then a thoughtful look overtook the cat’s face and he hummed before taking the traditional waltz pose with Tiras. Only a few steps in, and Felix grinned. “Now we spin, like this…” As if Tiras didn’t know how to be spun. Surely he’s been spun in a dance before, right? A few more steps and, “Now the dip~”

That’s what Felix thought he’s good at. Other than solo pop dances. He knew every step of the Thriller dance, thank you very much.

"He and I have been friends for a very long time." Not in person really but they did love to exchange letters. The old fashioned way, of course. Something he knew they'd continue to do until it was so far out of fashion that they'd have to adjust and not a second before then.

Tiras smiled at him then and found himself amused by the cat's notion of a waltz. But he didn't complain, just allowed the creature to entertain him instead.

"Who taught you to dance?"

Well, Felix never promised a proper waltz. He didn’t even say he was a good dancer, only that he knew some dances. At least he hasn’t stepped on Tiras’ feet at all. Even if he did, the incubus would find him light and quick to move so he was not longer trodding on his shoes.

The cat looked at him with big eyes and a small pout. “I learned by watching. Isn’t it more fun like this?”

"You must be very, very young. Your efforts are cute at least."

He'd allow him that. Besides, it was enjoyable. Very different for the usual affair of people trying to impress him. He'd have to make sure to get Iseul something extra special for this charm he'd given him for tonight. It was actually allowing him some rather fun moments. Something he rarely ever got to have at parties.

“I’m two~!” he chirped. That’s in feline years, of course! Even by feline standards he was pretty young. How became King of the Cats was anyone’s guess. Probably had something to do with dear old dad having that title before him.

No, Felix wasn’t trying to impress him. Not in the way others might. Tiras definitely smelled like someone he should try to impress and yet… Felix would rather have fun with him.

Then he pouted just a little. “Isn’t it fun?”

"Very young. An infant really compared to someone like me." Less than that really. But it wasn't a complaint. He was finding this kitty to be rather amusing. The young could bring something interesting to this world if they really tried, after all. And it seemed this one was.

Lifting a hand, he cupped that lovely cheek. "If I wasn't having fun then I would have left already, kitty cat."

Felix tilted his head slightly into Tiras' hand – he's the sort of cat who enjoyed that sort of affection – and flashed a happy smile. He liked Tiras' attitude already. He doesn't meet a lot of people who are upfront like this. Especially among supernaturals. It's so much manipulating and game-playing (and not in the fun game-playing way!).

"You've been around a while, huh?" Felix had a keen nose, and in addition to sex and the underlying appealing scent, he could smell time on Tiras. An old creature. Being a young thing, the cat had no real concept of how ancient Tiras actually is. But that's okay! He's not the sort to treat someone differently just because they're so much older than him. "Does that mean you've been a lot of places, too?"

"A very long while." Far longer than most that he knew. He might have even been older than everyone at this party. Might only because he had no idea how old Iseul was and fae ages were so unique and different. In quite an entertaining way really. Tiras didn't fully understand it and that was fine with him.

"I've lived all over the world at this point. I usually stay somewhere awhile until I tire of it."

Felix would've wiggled a little in excitement if he weren't busy spinning Tiras around the dancefloor. How nice it would be to have time to see so much of the world. Maybe some places are really different now from when Tiras was there. What a thought!

"Do you have a favorite?"

"A favorite place?"

Tiras thought about it a moment or so. There were so many stunning and interesting places that he'd been. He'd seen history unfold right before his eyes. And yet...

"My house now. That one is my favorite." The one he shared with Su-jin, that he's waited to buy until Su-jin agreed to live with him finally.

"It must be very comfortable for you." That's why Felix loved the house his little old lady left him. It's very comfy and it reminds him of how nice she was to him when he was still a street cat.

"Comfort is high on my list of important things." Felix gave another little sniff and grinned. "I bet you have a pool and a really nice view of something pretty. You smell like someone who likes nice things."

"Inside the house has nice views of paintings I own. But the walls of the yard around the pool are high so no one can look in. So you can't really see a view from there."

Which meant that, yes, he had a pool. And he understood his yard well enough to know what the view was like which meant he spent time in it quite often. "My partner isn't fond of when I sleep outside naked where people can see me. So the walls let us both have what we want."

Felix gasped audibly. What a tragedy for Tiras! He, himself, likes to sleep out in the pools of sunshine on his balcony. Not usually naked because he has fur but...

"Could you have someone paint pretty murals on the walls so you still have something nice to look at?"

"Why would I need something nice to look at if I'm sleeping?"

What an odd concept. If his eyes were closed to nap then what could be looking at other than the insides of his eyelids? He wasn't really an outdoors type so it mattered little to him if there was a view out there. And if Su-jin wanted things like that he had his wolf for it. Oddly enough.

"You have to wake up eventually."

❝ Masquerade ❞

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Somewhere at this party, Su-jin's getting an inexplicable warm and tingly feeling.

ew gross. go away, Su-jin.

No. He's going to rub all his warm and tinglies all over you, Tiras.

ewwwwwwwwwwwww

warm and tinglyyyyyyyy