❝ Masquerade ❞

[vowelsinyourheart]

{ 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.

Comments

[thedevilsaid]

Oh, he's pouting so hard over this. "The Fae can't be trusted." As if demons should be trusted...

Well, he knew Sam wasn't a reckless person so... Sighing, he just wriggled closer until he could rest his forehead against Sam's.

"Yes," he admitted quietly. "I worry about you, Su-bin."

[hwarangalpha]

"He honestly felt the same about you." Yet here was Sam with Matthias in his bed, having fallen for him and slept with him.

More than that? He actually got to hear the demon admit that he did worry about him. And he knew he meant it when he got serious with his real name like that. Smiling fondly, he nuzzled him gently.

"Thank you. I'll be alright. I have a strong protector."

[thedevilsaid]

Matthias snorted a laugh. Iseul certainly wasn't wrong. Demons weren't to be trusted, he wholeheartedly agreed. Matthias harbored little love for his own kind, being a territorial thing himself. So many of his kind were wanton in their destruction. And yes, he loved destroying people, but not in any way that left them maimed or dead. Why waste food like that?

"Don't make me have to protect you," he warned, half in humor but also with an edge of seriousness. "That won't end well for anyone but us."

[hwarangalpha]

He laughed softly and bowed his head. Matthias was so fierce in this moment. He was half joking, Sam could hear that. But also he was serious. His demon meant what he had to say and there was something so attractive about that fact.

"I won't. I'll keep myself safe for you."

[thedevilsaid]

"Good. I prefer being lazy," he quipped, wrinkling his nose a little even as he wiggled closer. Closer, closer. It felt like he couldn't get close enough. Even when he'd lay there while Sam slept before he liked to be close. Which, in the summer, is probably not so great for Sam since Matthias runs hot.

"You're not allowed to be careless."