Starter: Aurelius to Chord ( @antiiromanticx ) Location: His jazz club
Bodies littered the backstage area, those whom had performed only an hour prior to a standing ovation were now breathing heavily, gasping for air as limbs intertwined with one another to the point that Aurelius couldn't decipher who's leg started where and which arm was attached to whatever shoulder. The Nygaard had intended to invite his progenies along for, what can only be described as an orgy, though he had changed his mind as the artists had begun to sing his praises, undressing the vampire with their eyes and so he decided to have them all for himself. "What, monsieur?" Aurelius didn't need to look at Chord to know his first progeny was present, as he lay entangled with nameless artists that had earned themselves this little tryst. "You do not like messy things, and this was extremely messy."
Chord was not particularly surprised by the scene before him; after all, such occurrences were entirely characteristic of Aurelius. However, mere foresight did little to mitigate the sting of the revelation. His disappointment was palpable, rooted in his maker's failure to honor their prior arrangement. Peeved scarcely captured the depth of his vexation. “Do not patronize me,” he said, his voice imbued with frigid detachment. “You are well aware that chaos is an intrinsic part of my nature. Was that not the very essence you perceived in me when you chose to turn me?” Despite his irritation, the ever-dutiful progeny sighed, his cold jade-green eyes briefly reflecting a warmth reserved solely for his maker. He moved with deliberate grace to retrieve a robe, preparing to cover her. “At the very least,” he continued, his tone softening, “you might take me to dinner and make amends.”
