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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"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