bsumone | ❝ spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild things ❞

Halloween for a moroi vampire is admittedly rather amusing. After traveling outside of the grounds of school and the town adjacent to it, Lissa and a few trusted friends have made their way to a party for locals, all of whom remain unaware that there is a whole community of vampires and their protectors living just across the border.

They come across a medieval tavern decked out in Halloween finery with fabric ghosts in the windows and lights strung across the bartop. It's easier to blend in here, especially when she has a black mask, hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, clad in a figure-hugging jumpsuit. There are, of course, cat ears atop her head to complete the look. Not the most creative, but it was the best she could do having learned of this outing only yesterday.

Having fed beforehand, she feels entirely at ease in the crowd, though she does feel a little annoyed at having to wait so long to order a pumpkin-flavored beer. (The tavern does not have fancy cocktails.)

"Pardon me... hello?"

Is it cliché for a demon to enjoy Halloween? Probably. Does Matthias care? Not one bit! Every year for at least the last century or so he’s thrown together some costume to head out and enjoy whatever festivities he can find. It’s just a fun thing humans do with no weird obligations. At least this year, he didn’t don a red suit and devil horns. That would be far too cliché, even for him.

Between popping in and out of parties (crashing mostly), he’s been keeping himself busy. As the night goes on, the local bars grow more crowded and draw his interest. The sound of a familiar voice over the din of conversation grabs his interest immediately. Working through the crush of people, many of whom, like Lissa, are still waiting on drinks, creepy clown Matthias offers a smile.

“They’re horribly understaffed here,” he sighed.

Looking up at the sound of a familiar voice, her eyes light up when she finally sees him. Perhaps she shouldn't be surprised at this point. He does have a wonderful way of finding her when she least expects it.

"So I've heard," she muses dryly, giving a little sigh. Drinks can wait a bit now that he's here.

She lets her eyes flick over him with interest before settling her expression into a warm smile. "And to whom am I speaking tonight?" Lissa teases, stepping closer to him even if this puts her spot at the bar at risk. There are others waiting for a spot at the front. It's tempting to flash her teeth but she doesn't want to cause a stir tonight. Even if it would be so easy to do so during the holiday.

Matthias isn't above pushing some rando out of the way if they dare try to claim Lissa's place at the bar. But, he's sure she can handle it herself, if need be. She never struck him as the damsel in distress sort. And he's certainly no one's hero.

"Who, indeed?" He grins at the question, though. This is a fun game they have going on and Matthias loves little more than games. "I think I'll be Mads, tonight." The smile doesn't fade as he runs a hand down Lissa's arm to twine his fingers with hers. "I happen to know a place to get a drink that doesn't have a line. Can I interest you?"

Lissa can also sense the way some of her friends immediately eye him as he touches her, but she continues to invite him into her space, lacing her gloved fingers. Hopefully, that puts them, especially her best friend, at ease, though she knows that Rose will never truly let her enter a dangerous situation.

She knows Matthias isn't good news, but to her, he's never been especially bad. At least bad in ways that aren't to her benefit.

"Mads," Lissa murmurs with a grin, leaning in close so she can whisper in his ear. "You're not going to spirit me away to another country, are you?"

For the most part, Matthias is a nuisance, at best. Lissa's fun so he doesn't have to wring anything from her since fun is all he wants. She never struck him as the sort who feels particularly bad about anything she does. Plus, he has an iota more respect for people who aren't your average baseline human. He tends to mess with them less because the last thing he wants is a power and/or long-lived enemy to make his life irksome.

"I was thinking somewhere a little closer tonight." Like, his place, for example.

❝ spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild things ❞

lissa.

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