❝ 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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[dissimilis]

Sumin reaches out for Kellan's hand once he settles in next to his beautiful fae prince, threading their fingers together. On the other side of Kellan, Suho does much the same, only he grasps Kellan's hand and then wraps himself around the prince's arm. Laying his head against Kellan's arm, Sumin closes his eyes for a moment. Despite all the people milling about, it's not impossible to shut them out for a few moments, to allow him a few extra moments before he simply has to escape. He knows that both Kellan and Suho will likely follow him once he excuses himself from their current social engagement and even though both are always willing to accommodate him, he simply doesn't want to do that. Not just yet. So he just closes his eyes, blocking out his view of the people, and he focuses on Kellan. The sound of his voice and breathing, the way he feels, his scent. Of course there is also the ever comforting, ever familiar presence of his brother just on the other side of their shared prince. A helpful focal point for shutting out the world.

"Your favourites for our favourite," he responds, opening his eyes to look up at Kellan as Suho confirms the sentiment with an affirmative sound.

With both of Kellan's hands currently occupied, Sumin takes it upon himself to grab a piece of fruit with his free hand and hold it up for Kellan to eat. "Care for some of the delicious food?"

[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.