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RILEY J.

★━━─ Riley let out a bated breath of relief when she realized it had been Alistair that she had crashed into- of all the people in the crowded room, at least it was someone that she knew, even if she did find the male slightly (a whole lot) intimidating but he seemed interested in her and was always willing to offer his advice in her research. Even if she hadn’t told him the true reasoning behind her research, that she could move things with her mind, she didn’t want him to think that he was dealing with an unhinged person. “Oh hey there!” She drawled out, the worried expression exchanged for a bright smile as she glanced around the room, it would make sense that he would be apart of something so fanciful, after all, everything about him seemed to be full of wisdom and wonder- like he had truly lived, something that Riley had yet to experience herself. “Y’all really spruced this place up, huh?” She laughed softly, trying to keep the conversation light. Did he want to discuss what she had been reading about in a room full of crowded people? Her sky blue orbs widening slightly at his question before she shrugged her shoulders. “Well I mean, there seems to be a lot of history of supposed events happening around here,” she said quietly, taking that daring step towards him so she could talk more softly, making sure no one could hear what they were discussing. “Bodies being drained of blood, mysterious creatures running through the woods, there was even rumors of some Salem witches taking refuge here during the trials.” She said softly, taking another glance around to make sure no one could hear them. “I think it may be linked to a cult, one that is still running to this very day.” She told him seriously, daring to reach for a glass of champagne herself. “There are so many urban legends throughout the years, it’s hard to sift through what are true accounts and people trying to get their fifteen minutes.”

❛ you could say that. ❜ spruced ; you can thank his sisters for adding that feminine touch & for killing the credit cards in the process. but even alistair can admire their efforts. it’s been a good night , thus far. but now? alistair no longer wanted to talk about how polished the matheson home looked or how everyone seemed to be oh so curious over the knowings of the family that lived like ROYALTY within the small town of covington. he wanted to know more about her. alistair was many things -- ignorant , sardonic , inconsiderate -- a true ANGEL in his books & a complete devil in others , but he was erudite ; valued his brains above anything else. SO , when the opportunity arose to help her ? when it could benefit him with knowledge & finally share his own in the process ? alistair couldn’t refuse. and while he’s unsure of how this information -- her history -- could benefit him , at the very least it offered some ways to pass the time ( eternity was quite lengthy , he had noticed. ) he listens , nodding & offering sounds of encouragement. he knows all of this ; mysterious creatures running through the woods? sure , he’s come across his fair share of werewolves in his lifetime. witches? they were a favourite. and bodies being drained of blood? well , no need to explain that one ; some of those bodies probably fell at his own hand. ❛ i have heard of some of those accounts. ❜ he raises the glass & takes another sip , before she catches his interest & he raises a brow at her words. ❛ a cult? in covington? really? ❜ eyes casually drift away , partly in thought & partly to make sure no one has crept up on the duo to eavesdrop. he ponders what to say next , arms crossed & fingers tapping against his forearm. ❛ well , i believe the witch theory for one ---- i’ve heard that many convicted during the salem trials , managed to escape their fates & their descendants still remain here. ❜ tone hollowed , he continues. ❛ i’ve even heard of witches that , long story short , literally sold their soul to be the all-powerful. ❜ he knows that while he is technically being truthful , he IS withholding information ; but best not to overwhelm her --- and besides , all in due time. ❛ might explain the cult theory and the bodies drained of blood , and even perhaps the creatures running through the woods --- ? ❜ werewolves aside , those damn familiars were such pains , alistair knew from experience. ❛ but best to avoid google if possible -- a majority is tweens with a twilight obsession -- try more written knowledge ; anything in latin is a great start , that is -- if you know latin. ❜ lucky for her , he does.

#INTERACTIONS !#INT. riley-jamess.#q.

EFFIE J.

“I’m not much of a fancy dancer but I’ll give it a whirl,” Effie offered. Her expression eased into one of less awkwardness upon seeing him. She gave a politer smile since it was a familiar face among a sea of stranger’s. Someone she had dubbed a friend if anything. “I’ll keep my feet on their best behavior,” she teased lightly and took his hand in her own to find a space on the dance floor. “They say it’s a lot of swaying to the rhythm. The music is kind of…old fashion but we can try.” She settled her hands on his shoulder’s, looking up at him with a bit of hope for the evening to be fun.

❛ half these people are shit dancers anyway. ❜ yes , he intentionally says it louder so the people around him can hear his scorn ( and several turn in his direction , which causes a satisfied smirk to creep upon his features. ) he follows after her , and tries not to clench his fist or swipe his palm away from hers --- alistair matheson? holding hands? with a HUMAN? the universe was truly mocking him , surely ; but effie james was one of the few humans that alistair can actually stand being around , hence his tolerance for all this. it goes to show , he can have a heart sometimes. ❛ eh , pretty much. ❜ he can’t say he’s the master at dancing. he’s pretty much stuck with the ‘ JUST SWAY ’ rule , and so far? no one has seemed to notice. ❛ old fashioned? did you expect gangnam style to be playing or something ? speaking of ---- ❜ hands come to her waist , and the male begins to sway to the sounds of orchestra ; a genuine smile crossing his features. ❛ what do you think of everything ? ❜ he means : the ball , the mansion , his family. he supposes it’s a form of relief to no longer be tip-toeing around , but still --- he’s curious over people’s judgement thus far.

#INTERACTIONS !#INT. effie-james.#q.

ANDREJA C.

“either save me now or just throw me down that ostentatious marble staircase-” andi grimaces, draining the last of her drink. “if one more person tells me about their slightly misshapen mole, i swear to god-”

❛ ostentatious ? ❜ the matheson forces a frown as he glances down towards the staircase , fingers tapping the railing in thought. ❛ i thought it was quite modest. ❜ lips quirk into a smile as he brings his glass up to take another sip --- from up here , the entire first floor was visible & alistair’s gaze scans the area for any sign of excitement amongst the bodies of guests. ❛ i get the feeling you’re not having the time of your life tonight. ❜

#INTERACTIONS !#INT. skxnwclking.#q.

EFFIE J.

The little brunette was awkward at best in the setting. Her dress felt drab compared to the other’s. She anxiously combed her fingers through her hair as if that would help and cleared her throat. “Hey, uhm, is this too forward or like super weird but you wanna dance?” She still wanted to make the best of a new experience. Hell who knew if she’d ever attend one of these again.

at the beginning of the night , alistair matheson swore to play NICE --- not to ruin all the hard work his siblings had gone through to pull this extravagant night together. and so far? he had kept his word. he had only started one argument and for alistair matheson , that was a record. effie is found at some point , amongst the crowds of people & that keeps him occupied for a small majority of the evening --- SOMEHOW around effie , alistair felt more obliged to keep from his mischievous ways. ❛ didn’t peg you for a dancer , eff. ❜ it’s his way of asking if she’s going to retract her offer. alistair? isn’t much of a dancer himself , and prefers to simply keep drinking the night away ; but , unfortunately , he’s begun to view the girl as an . . . acquaintance , perhaps even a friend. so turning down her offer now isn’t an option ! instead , he sighs , placing his empty glass down & offering his hand towards her. ❛ come on then , i haven’t danced since 1857 , but i promise not to step on your toes as long as you don’t step on mine. ❜

#INTERACTIONS !#INT. effie-james.#matheson ball tag.#:')#q.

RILEY J.

★━━─ Riley would be lying to herself if she didn’t feel out of place at such an event. She grew up in a town where barn dances (not that she ever went) were the most fancy thing that happened, perhaps a themed homecoming dance but never anything like this, dressed waiters walking around offering glasses of champagne and were they real diamonds? She’d never seen so much elegance in one place before and she suddenly felt very childish in her old church dress. “Oh shoot,” she muttered as she collided into someone’s back- too busy taking in the beauty of the room around her and how elegantly everyone else was dressed and acting. “I’m real sorry. I’ve just never seen a place look so glamorous before.”

over the centuries , alistair has had his fair share of fancy ball parties , glamorous events , and even a handful of discos. ( the 1970′s were a blur for this matheson , but he specifically remembers disco balls & bell bottom jeans being involved. ) tonight ? he no longer felt apprehensive over his family’s suggestion of the grand matheson ball like he had been when the night first began ---- once the champagne begun to flow & the music carried the night away , he began to wholeheartedly enjoy the room full of strangers eager to get to know the family that was supposedly wealthy & ANCIENT. curious little place , covington. ❛ my sister’s spared no expense ; i think they even imported embroidered towels from ---- GOD knows where. ❜ he steadies himself , managing to nab another glass of champagne as the waiter walks past & turns to examine the culprit ; human , whoever they are. he can still feel the warmth from where they bumped into his shoulder. and at first? he fights a scowl , until the familiar face clicks. ❛ riley --- ❜ he’s surprised at her being here , in fact , it’s a welcome surprise. he finds her quite INTRIGUING. she’s not like other humans , she’s not as WEAK as the others. alistair has only offered his help ( or his intellectual mind --- he’s quite proud of it ! ) to very few over the decades , and riley is one of those lucky individuals. ❛ don’t worry about it --- listen , i wanted to ask how you’ve been doing ---- ❜ his voice lowers ; knowledge is valuable , and knowledge falling into the wrong ears hands can be weaponized , especially in curious little towns. ❛ ---- with your research. ❜

#INTERACTIONS !#INT. riley-jamess.#matheson ball tag.#q.

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game of thrones meme | 4/7 quotes

#❪ * ━ 002. / 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄. ❛ he’s the match‚ the fire‚ & the burning house ! ❜#ok sO i queued a few replies up for the event !! & i'll get to the some more starters/my messages tomorrow !!#gnight for now folks <3

hi pals ! i’ll be p busy over this weekend with family so i can’t guarantee i’ll be able to get some replies out tonight/tomorrow but ! i'll still be around for the upcoming event & to plot with ya’ll ! <3

#biteooc #ooc tag.#if i don't fall asleep. . in the next 5 mins like the Grandma i am. i'll probably just?? work on ali's stats/wc page tonight so !#ALSO happy easter to those who celebrate it !!#aLSO if you want a thread for the ball?? lmk !! i am so EXCIT ED

salome m‌.

IF ONE WERE TO ASK THEMSELVES HOW it is to be an original vampire, they would rarely respond with anything so mundane as ‘shopping for home goods,’ and yet there Salome was among throw pillows and oil diffusers, attempting to find just what she needed to help spruce up the family home before people came to rifle through all their things in a few days.

A hand brushed over a wooden sign etched with ‘Live. Laugh. Love.’ and she grimaced, both at the sentiment and the cheap workmanship, murmuring to no one in particular, “One would assume that if you were to live, laugh, and love, you would also not need it displayed in one’s home on a piece of wood with cheap acrylic and glitter…”

alistair mattheson is just like any other ignorant man on the planet when it comes to shopping : completely intolerable . and it shows in the way he sighs everytime yet another throw pillow is picked up & examined or , most specifically , when cringe-worthy signs are even considered. if it was up to him? their family’s new home would most likely have similar features to a haunted house , empty & lacking that homey touch. he supposes that’s what SISTERS are for , however , so he decides to humor salome & at the very least support the act of being hospital hosts for the matheson ball ; even if he’s considering the fact a stake through the heart would be less miserable than shopping. ❛ you know these people don’t give a crap what our interior design skills are like , right ? they’re only interested in the free refreshments , so theoretically we SHOULD be spending more time picking out the booze instead of throw blankets and uh --- vanilla caramel scented candles ? ❜

alistair halts in his fingertips tapping against a table he had decided reminded him of a rotten tree trunk & picks up a wooden plaque and recites the wording aloud. ❛ our family is like fudge, mostly sweet but with a few nuts ---- now , this one on the other hand ? much better. ❜

#INTERACTIONS !#INT. salomemathesons !#hope this is okay !!#q.

louis b.

The swig of beer had been poorly timed, but he couldn’t have cared less. “C’mon, somethin’ exciting must’ve happened today or yesterday- hell, even last week.” If he was being honest, he didn’t believe that a single day went by where everything was boring and mundane as shit. Whether it was something life halting or a mere nuisance- things happened all the damn time to everyone.

alistair let’s out a sound of indifference as he palms the glass between his hands , lifting his shoulders in a shrug at the man’s words. the bar? had been one of alistair’s first stops when arriving in covington , and for good reason --- you see , the best place to learn about a town’s inhabitants was the place they could get black - out drunk & reveal all their secrets. alistair’s favourite. ❛ i’m tellin’ you , man , it’s been an uneventful day , week , and month. ❜ taking a swig of his drink , he eyes the stranger with sudden interest ; like always , and perhaps most especially now , it was best to keep the identity's of the matthesons hush - hush until the ball , so why not sift out the local news , and most specially , the local’s judgments. ❛ so you tell me ---- actually , have you heard of that ball thing ? for that family . . . the mikkelsons? no , the matthesons --- ❜

#INTERACTIONS !#INT. louis-barnes.#q.

dominique m.

“I swear I haven’t taken a single moment to relax ever since the announcement for the ball happened. “ Dominique smiled giving off an expression that said that she actually loved doing any big town event since she’d use any excuse to get dressed up and look good. “ Do you know how much planning it takes to make thing’s look good?”

❛ too much , apparently. ❜ the number of boxes filled to the brim with party supplies crowding the rooms are truly something else. and alistair can’t say he’s overly thrilled with the idea of ‘ helping out ’ with something he’s got no interest in attending in the first place , BUT alas , unless he wants to regret that decision at the hands of one of his siblings , he gives in to the emotional turmoil of lending a hand with this ball ( even if his contribution is just his opinion ! ) ❛ this --- ❜ he nudges a box along with his foot & nearly collides with a human scampering around the place in preparation. ❛ is why i leave yous girls in charge of the event - planning. the stress? utterly kills me every time. also , i’m thinking of wearing a tuxedo shirt & jeans --- thoughts , dom ? ❜

#INTERACTIONS !#INT. the-dominique-matheson.#i hope this is ok love !!#q.

ALISTAIR MATHESON’S #MRSUAVE BALL OUTFIT !

#bitesoutfit #❪ * ━ 006. / 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒. ❛ like a wildfire heart with a tendency to burn ! ❜#did. . . i even Try to make this match?? no. . .but was there an Attempt? also no

sam claflin? no, that’s just ALISTAIR MATHESON ( cismale + he/him ). you know, the thirty [ over four thousand ] year old original vampire who’s been known to be astute but insouciant. they’ve also been dubbed the chameleon for those exact reasons.

howdy’ angels ! i’m nae ( she/her, acst, resident #AussieGrandma. ) & i’m super excited to be here :’)) for now, i’ll just be playing my Dumb boy alistair until my self control gives in rip but check out below for some tidbits abt ali !