❝ 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

[tappingthevein]

"Will it not offend him if I deal with you first, since we're already speaking." The Fae, he knew, were sticklers for that sort of propriety. Offending one was not something Laurent wanted to willingly do.

[unholyangel]

"You haven't made me an offer yet nor have I agreed to anything. There is no reason for him to be upset when no business has taken place." Of that he was very certain. If they'd actually agreed to or planned anything that might be another story. But so far? None of that had taken place.

"So you are free to ask him first for permission."

[tappingthevein]

"I shall. I wouldn't wish to cause offense to you or to him." But Laurent was in the market for new art to change up his home. And, well, he was actually impressed with Damian's skill. "Perhaps you'd do me the honor of speaking with us together? It would make the business easier."

[unholyangel]

"It would. I would be glad to do so. It would be nice to hear what he has to say too. Then I can be sure the deal is properly made." After years of dealing with a fae it was easy to understand how they worked. And, more than that, he loved to watch his love work.

His love. Ah what a beautiful ring that had to it.

[tappingthevein]

Other vampires may be too snobbish to include Damian, but what has this to do with being vampires? This is merely Laurent including an artists in the potential purchase of art. So what if it happened to be one so many of them laughed at? Laurent himself was a bit of a hermit and had little to do with his kind, either, so why should he care what the others think?

Reaching into his his pocket, be produced his calling card and offered it to Damian. "I'm sure tonight is not a good time to discuss business matters. Please feel free to ring me to set up a more opportune evening."