vatheon | Masquerade! Paper faces on parade~

Who: Absolutely everyone
What: Masquerade~!
Where: The Golden Victory Club
When: Night of Saturday the 8th
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Open like the club's doors~

All day the Golden Victory club had been closed, the only people allowed in being the workers and helpers who were setting it up for the night's big event. Finally, at seven, the lights all turn on and the main doors open.

Leading up to the main doors is a red carpet walkway that will lead right into the main room. There, the usual club room is well illuminated with it's large bar at the back wall with plenty of drinks available for everyone. Along the walls, the club's chairs and some new loveseats are placed for anyone who would rather sit and socialize than stand or dance.

At the back, on either side of the large room, there are food tables with a wide selection, certain to please everyone. Along with these food tables are separate dessert tables. On their own table, there are three, large, cakes that anyone is welcome to dig into. (Although, they're just so pretty!)

In a few, strategic, locations there can be found baskets of masks just in case anyone needs one or wants to try and get one on a stubborn friend.

Lighthearted ball music and slow, peaceful songs lend to the atmosphere; loud enough to be heard and danced to, but soft enough that conversation is possible.

The hosts themselves, along with the staff of Temptationis Clementiae, are already there and in costume, as if welcoming their guests in for the festivities.

[OOC: Feel free to tag into the location threads or make your own~ It's a completely open post, just have fun!

Also, the perfectly adorable drawing was done by the wonderfully artistic Reiko~

Note: The overflow post for the ball can be found here]

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[Most luckiest, adorable.]

[Also shut up, Red is a force man, she's a fucking force.]

You doubt-?

It's nothing. I'm simply... not sure about moirailegiances any time soon, which I will admit is what partially motivated me into attending.

Perhaps I'm just tired. I don't do as well at social events as well as you do, in terms of energy.

You don't have to be? Just uh... let it happen, ya know? [Smiles, his hand on Darkleer's shoulder moving fingers to slide into hair nearby them.]

Go with the wind, ya know? Work with things, don't force them. Got to take what you got and just wing it.

Edited 2012-09-12 06:08 (UTC)

I'm not sure how you let complete open vulnerability just happen, so no, I don't know.

[And he means a different kind of vulnerability that Summoner grants him. That is a bit different, both sexually and emotionally. There's still a lot he doesn't tell Summoner, after all, even though a good deal of it are things he desperately wishes he could release.]

[For a moment, he just stays silent, leaning closer to that hand while swaying in the music.]

...What if my serendipity is to have no moirail at all?

That's, no like... Expressing yourself should just come naturally, some people are just easier to talk to, ya know?

[Like six sweep old yellow bloods that are blunt as hell, ya know, like, that.... yeah.]

I suppose you could do that, but- not if you keep fucking with chucklefuck. You can still get hot blooded, Tink, takes a lot, but it still happens. A moirail can help with that. [Still keeping pace but screwing up a little more here and there due to concentrating on listening and answering properly.]

...Yes? I suppose so.

[For some reason that sounds familiar, but he can't seem to place it right at this moment.]

I know, I know, but.. I am not saying that I do not wish for one. What if I'm not meant to have one?

How can you even know that?

[Aaaaand that is silence. Just going back to concentrating on dancing now, don't mind him, Summoner. That mask sure makes judging his emotions a pain in the butt.]

[A small smile to himself, though his mask doesn't hide it too well at all. He goes silent too though, just dancing, his steps getting more in beat again.]

[Eventually, the song comes to an end as all songs do, but Darkleer doesn't let go of Summoner. He just bends down to him, resting his forehead against his shoulder and keeping him close.]

...What if I will just ruin things again?

Well uh, there's your first mistake.

[Smiles, furrowing his brows and moving a hand up to the back of Darkleer's head as he stills his own steps now.]

What could I pity if you didn't fuck up a little?

Yes, well, you're a matesprit, not a moirail.

[There's a pause and a shuffle as he pulls off his mask and banishes it to his sylladex. He's had enough of it, especially when he just wants to press his face down against Summoner's shoulder and breathe him in.]

Yeah? And uh, isn't a moirail supposed to pity you too and help you out? So you kind of have to mess up here and there. [Smirks, brushing his thumb up against Darkleer's chin.]

And you do, and I'm pretty all right with it.

[A small snort against Summoner's hand as he leans into his fingers.]

But I haven't hurt you by messing up.

[Rubs his thumb softly in place.]

Yeah, and if you did, I'll take it as it comes. Just like you did with me, eh?

...I suppose so.

[But there is something in his tone that is very quietly uncertain, and is much more blatant in his eyes.]

Someone... once told me that I needed a moirail. But I'd just break whoever volunteered's heart.

[He catches that uncertainty but doesn't touch on it. Instead he just stays close and keeps his hand where it is.]

It's not really... I don't think that's how it works. It's a relationship, not a job, Tink. You don't just volunteer to pity someone.

Yes, well...

[Giving anymore details might give away who it is, and Darkleer doesn't want that for Summoner. So he just leans down against him again, closing his eyes.]

I think I'm rather tired of being here. What do you think?

Getting there. I think I owe a dance. [A wary smile.] But after that, you wanna hop the next breeze through here?

[He smiles softly against his neck.]

I'm glad my last dance will be with you, then.

I know you are. I'm pretty great. [Smirks, lifting Darkleer's face.]

Well, great at stepping on your feet anyway, heh. [Chuckles to himself before giving him a soft kiss.]

I don't believe you stepped on my feet at all, at least when I wasn't distracting you with conversation. [He smiles back, sighing into the kiss.]

On three, then?

Eh heh... yeah. [His ears perk.] -?

We start on three.

[A fond pet to Summoner's back, brushing against his wings.]

[Darkleer might even feel the chill that runs through him at that touch and Summoner lets out a nervous sound before giving him a smile.]

Right, on three.

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