❝ 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

[unseely]

Anyone who might gaze on the three would find the Prince absolutely serene. How could he be anything but with his sun and moon beside him? His precious, adoring bulgae. How empty his life would be without them. They are, for him, a fulfillment, people for him to love and adore completely removed from his duties to the Court.

His.

And each other’s. Their love for one another sustained him in his dark hours. Knowing that neither would be alone when he couldn’t be present is a salve on his soul. Kellan peers at each in turn, tilting his head one way then the other to press his cheek against each twin’s hair.

The smile he answers with is warm and loving, the sort of expression given only to these two and his younger sister. “Sumin, my love, you spoil me so.” It isn’t a yes or a no, but he does open his mouth for the fruit which should be signal enough that he welcomes being fed and doted on by the bulgae brothers.