❝ 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.

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[vowelsinyourheart]

Ah, good. A civilized person always has their calling card. Iseul took the card between his first and second fingers, flicking his eyes over it. Clean and organized with all the information one needed. Yes, he approved of the design.

The fae tucked that card into a hidden pocket and then withdrew one of his own. It was simple, but elegant with only his name and profession on the front, contact information, and URL leading to his online portfolio on the back.

One corner of Iseul's mouth twitched, threatening a ghost of a smile. "I shall call on you, Sam."

[hwarangalpha]

Taking the card, he made sure to put it safely in his coat so he wouldn't lose it later. Smiling he nodded his thanks. "I look forward to our business relationship."

And he truly did. Fae were dangerous but they honestly were very good for business. You simply had to know how to handle them. How to speak to them. Age had taught him that.

"Thank you for taking the time to speak to me. I won't keep you from your hosting duties."

le fin~?

[vowelsinyourheart]

"Mm," he replied with a subtle nod. He looked forward to discussing details with Sam, but at some later time when neither of them had so many others with whom to mingle and chat. Iseul raised a hand to his chest and offered Sam a small bow before stepping with fluid grace off the stepstool.

"Please enjoy yourself."