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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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“There are some times, rare times, when I’ll be required to be away.” Fae business had to be attended to now and again. Thankfully, Iseul wasn’t anyone important to the Court so his presence was seldom a requirement. He only ever made an appearance to keep too much gossip from circulating.

Iseul took a half-step back, putting enough space between them for him to bring his hands up to rest on Damian’s chest. This being who’s been so precious to him for so long without either of them realizing it.

“Those times will not be long,” he assured. Iseul wanted to spent his time with this vampire. It didn’t matter to him how opposite they appeared, how un-vampire-like Damian was. He was someone among the few Iseul tolerated that the fae actually looked forward to spending time with. He only had a handful of people he considered friends (and one of them, he can count on one hand the number of times they’ve physically laid eyes on each other – his long-distance BFF, as they say these days).

Iseul dropped his eyes, following rivulets of water as they dripped down Damian’s pale skin. Of all the things Damian is and has been, he’s beautiful. In all the time they’ve known each other, Iseul can say he’s definitely grown more beautiful the more he came to know Damian.

“I do not want to be away from you for any extended period.”

"I have times like that as well. When the vampires remember I'm actually one of them, of course." Which was, to say the least, rare. They didn't really tend to think of him as one of their own. Largely because he was so vastly different from the stereotype of what they were. It was why he'd picked the name Damian in the first place. To attempt to be taken more seriously. Before he'd honestly just given up on the matter, of course.

"Besides, you already know there are times where I will simply sleep and not wake up for a few years. So we can call it even."

Damian cupped Iseul's face and smiled as he gazed into his eyes. Those beautiful eyes that he was realizing had always been looking at him. Even if neither of them had ever fully realized that fact.

"I'll always be glad for all the time we will have together though."

Iseul could already imagine the period of mourning he'd have the next time Damian had one of his long sleeps. No one would know since he wears black almost exclusively. He'd probably drape himself very artistically over the casket he was going to make sure he had in his home (just in case Damian happened to be in his estate when that happened). It would all be appropriately sad and dramatic. But above all...

"I will keep you safe when you sleep. Always."

Damian smiled and leaned in so he could press a kiss to Iseul's soft lips. If ever there was anyone he trusted to keep him safe? It was this fae here. There were likely many who would tell him he was foolish for that but the vampire didn't care. This creature here before him would do everything in his power to protect him.

"I believe you."

His expression, always so sharp and distant, softened as he peered at Damian. His beautiful vampire. His angelic beauty. His beloved. This amazing person he's wanted, no, needed in his life for so long. One of precious few who make him feel truly alive. His heart raced just staring at his unholy angel, lips parting as he sucked in a breath.

How foolish Iseul had been all the years. To have such a treasure in front of him and not see it... Now the greatest of all his treasures.

"You should. I cannot lie."

"I know. And though I can, I never will lie to you."

He meant that. Every word of it. It was rare for him to make a vow of that nature since one of his greatest assets as a vampire was his ability to lie. However, Iseul wasn't different. He didn't want to lie to him, didn't want that to taint their relationship. Not ever. They'd already taken too long figuring this out together.

Iseul huffed out a breath. He longed to stay here, together with Damian for the rest of the night. Alas, he had duties to fulfill. He would leave no room for anyone to accuse him of being a poor host. The only consolation was that when they left the heat of the shower and donned their masks once more, Damian would be sharing in Iseul's obligation. Damian would stay behind with him when all the others left. And come nightfall, Damian would be his only obligation.

"When the sun rises and I have seen the last guest out, may I sleep beside you?"

"Of course. I hope you'll be with me every time I sleep for the rest of our lives."

To be honest he'd always hated to fall asleep alone. However, that had simply been how it was. There was no one for him to share a bed with. Not until now. Now he had Iseul to share his bed and life with. "I won't be able to stay awake when the sun rises but tomorrow night I'd like to make love with you again."

Well, never fear, dear Damian. Sleeping alone will be a rare thing going forward. Iseul breathed out heavily through his nose, running his hands down Damian's arms to grasp the vampire's hands in them. He drew them to his lips and pressed soft kisses against his knuckles.

"I shall be happy to oblige you." If only they had more time tonight...

"During the day, I will phone my decorator to make arrangements for our bedrooms here." Iseul meant making his bedroom safe for his beloved but also preparing a space for Damian, as well. He's sure they would end up spending more time in Damian's home; however, he wished his estate to be a secure place of refuge for his dear vampire, too.

It felt so good to be on the same wavelength as someone. He'd honestly never had that in his life before and it felt amazing. Smiling, he watched those warm lips kiss his skin and ran his fingers over his cheek with his other hand. How had he wasted all these years and not had this? It was everything he'd ever wanted and so much more. He'd never want to be rid of it. Never could either now that he'd freely given his true name to the fae.

Entirely worth it.

Damian laughed softly and tilted his head a bit. "You'll let me have some pink here to mingle with your black?"

Iseul blinked at the question. As much as he disliked pastels, he wouldn't deny Damian anything that made him feel at home in this space. Not only would he allow it, he would tolerate it. In truth, he'll probably even grow fond of the pink because it reminded him of Damian.

"This is your home now," he explained. "It should look and feel like that to you."

"Our combined styles. No one will know what to make of it." And yet he knew that he'd love it. Seeing them intertwined together. In fact, he already knew a gift that he wanted to give to his lover. Oh it would likely make him confused at first but a plushie of a vampire bat would grow on him he was sure.

He'd make sure he purchase it the next time he went out.

It will probably be the first of many plushies, no doubt. A good thing Iseul's bedroom is spacious enough to have a couch so the poor dears won't have to live on the floor when they sleep.

"What care have we what others may think, my angel?"

"Enough care to be amused at what others will think when they see it. And no more than that."

He kissed him lightly. There was such adoration in his eyes as he gazed at him. "Now that I have you I have an endless desire for you. I must confess that to you."

Ah, why must duty call them back to the party? Why can they not seclude themselves in Iseul's private rooms to continue getting to know each other in ways they never have before? Alas, this was a duty Iseul couldn't shirk. But, he would return to the party renewed with Damian at his side. His lover and co-host.

He leaned in to press another soft kiss to Damian's cool lips, then reached around him to turn off the shower. He takes a step back and breathes in deeply as his eyes move once more over his vampire. Such a creature of beauty. A beauty he somehow overlooked for so many year.

"And I for you, my angle. Alas... we still have guests we cannot simply ignore." And he's clearly pressed about it. Iseul would much rather spend the rest of the night in his bed exploring his new and final lover until dawn bids them to stop.

"Later. Either after we go to bed or tomorrow after they're all gone. Then we can enjoy each other more. And you can have your turn."

Because he felt that was appropriate to their relationship. They took turns being in control. It properly reflected how they'd come together in the first place and balanced them out well.

Stepping out of the shower, he moved over to grab a towel to help dry Iseul first.

Damian was entirely correct. They would have time. There should be no reason to rush... except that they both desired to be together alone more than at the party downstairs. Which, to a duty-bound Fae, was hardly even reason to consider staying above stairs with his lover. The rest of his night would be filled with wonderings of which places to kiss and touch to pull sweet sounds from his angelic vampire.

At least he'll be pleasantly distracted.

Iseul moved closer, allowing Damian to help him dry or simply wrap him in the towel, whichever he say fit. All the while, those dark, unblinking eyes remained focused on his partner. When he finally closed his eyes, it was with a sigh. "Let me dry your hair before we return."

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