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Fiadh || The Court of Dusk

[fiadh-aich]

Name: Fiadh Age: 200+ Pronouns: She/her Species: Fae Faction: Dusk Occupation: Owner at Harvest Gold Hometown: A village abandoned during the Great Hunger of Ireland Sexuality: Pansexual Relationship Status: Single

Fiadh had never understood the fascination people had with the past until she reached the 1970's. Until that decade she had never bother to dwell in any of her past lives. She moved from city to city, country to country, continent to continent for almost a hundred years after leaving her home when the famine came before she slowed. Her parents had no real interest in raising a child and as soon as she came of age they were encouraging her to take off on her own so when the humans began to suffer around them Fiadh followed them off the isle.

She settled in Eden Ros in the 1960's without any intent to stay. This was as close to that village as she had been since she left and she wasn't sure about sticking around but when the 70's arrived, so did the party and everyone actively chasing the same high she had been. A utopia of fun, alcohol, drugs, deals, dancing. So when the chance to purchase Harvest Gold was present, Fiadh jumped. If she was going to put down roots and spend the hordes of gold she had accrued through her travels this was worth it to her. This was going to be her home. This was the first time she wanted to remember, she wanted to know the people around her.

Over the years she's loved seeing those who come through her doors and meeting new species throughout the years but has continually struggled to find a way to build lasting relationships. She found it hard to relate to others when they built themselves off of their past experiences when she would rather leave who she'd been exactly where she dropped them in the cities she no longer dwelled in but creating a consistent self has proved harder than she had expected.

Positive traits

- approachable, spirited, blithe

Negative traits

- selfish, shallow, flighty

[orville-deighton]

Orville was rather fond of Harvest Gold. There was something charming in its time-capsule aesthetic, a reminder of the world when he'd last lived in Eden Ros. Colorful, fun, and downright magical (in more ways than one). What point was there in missing the sun when the party in here shined just as bright?

Speaking of light... a familiar presence glided through the room, quite literally lighting the space up, and cut in before he could get his wallet out. "Ah, mon ange," he said, raising the glass to her. "How could one be any less than wonderful in a place like this? It's very good to see you. Ça va? How are you? I hope you are not working yourself too hard."

[fiadh-aich]

"It's always good to know we meet the standards of my favorite artist." She remarked glancing around the room, pride in her eyes and a smile on her lips. Fiadh's grin only grew as the bartender making her drink hesitated, making a face into her glass before raising his eyebrows at her waiting for her response. He knew where she had told him she was supposed to spend her night, otherwise locked away in her office filling out their order forms. "Orville, my love, I never work."

She met the eyes of her bartender as he handed her her drink and they both burst into laughter, "At least not while the party is going. I'd much rather the company of my guests to the stale boredom of paperwork. Especially when that guest does not frequent enough."

[todddumont]

“Breakfast for dinner’s always a solid choice,” Todd replied with a chuckle as he jotted her order down. “Especially when you’ve got the best breakfast in town.”

“I usually go for the chili or the steak and fries if I’m eating after a long shift. Really hits the spot after a long day.” He glanced up with an amused smile. “Or night, in your case.”

“I can throw a steak on with the bacon and add a couple of waffles, too. We’ve got fresh strawberries that go great with them, makes for a pretty good platter.” He paused for a second. “Unless you’re more of a pancake person?”

Fresh fruit and waffles had always been one of Todd’s own favorites whenever he actually had time to sit down and eat.

“Oh, and if you’re in the mood for coffee, we made a fresh batch of syrups this morning. Vanilla, caramel, blueberry…” He shrugged lightly. “Makes for a pretty good latte.”

[fiadh-aich]

The way he spoke was fun, she liked that it never once felt as if she was mid transaction, only mid conversation. For a moment she considered the thought of chili but the way she wanted a meal she could smother in syrup was almost a call from her soul. Definitely from her stomach.

"I've honestly never felt more understood in my entire existence." She sighed happily listening to her options, "please sign me up for steak and bacon. Absolutely keep the waffles but with those strawberries can I add eggs over easy?" Honestly she was still a little stoned and hadn't eaten since before her shift, part of Fiadh was convinced she could eat more but she didn't want to push it.

Coffee, however, was a different matter. There was never enough coffee, "I'm a simple creature when it comes to coffee. Black would be delightful, unless you have some honey?"

[wheretheocenbleeds]

“You don’t need to be, I’ve had fae blood before.” She knew her limits when it came to it also, she was here to have a good time not a bad trip.

“Honestly what you’re comfortable with.” Louisa wasn’t going to push anyone to do drugs even if Fiadh seemed to be well versed it had to be her choice as to what she put in her body. “Something fun and light I suppose.” She offered as a suggestion.

[fiadh-aich]

"In that case, we're off to a good start." Fiadh grinned wider, the kind of trouble the vampire could get her in just might be exactly what she needed to break the monotony she'd been feeling as of late.

"Then," She paused to finish her drink, stood, and held out her hand to the other with a sparkle in her eyes, "what I have in my purse will do just fine. The question is, where are we off to?" Fiadh may have not known exactly what she wanted to do tonight but taking a night away from Harvest Gold was on the agenda.

[wickedxhell]

The vehicle wasn't truly his it was owned by a subsidiary of a subsidiary connected to the Dusk Court in some spider web fashion. It was a perk of his position that could be found parked mostly in the public library's car park. "I suppose not" she was right that it would look odd with her coming out of the car with sweatpants on. "No, no." he just had to change his outfit some. Taking off his tie and undoing a couple buttons should do the tick. "There..." he didn't exactly match Fiadh but he looked more ready for a night out then a wedding.

Being respectful Oneiroi got the car door for his friend and even scooped up the end of her dress so it didn't get caught in the car door when he closed it shut. "So are we heading to your night club or somewhere new?" not that he was board of that place but he had a vested interest in going to more vampiric haunts.

[fiadh-aich]

The smile on her lips slowly showed her teeth as he tried his best not to look like he walked straight out of a suit catalog, she truly enjoyed watching his attempts to relax. It was better than television for her. He did it so rarely, it was almost like a little gift. A spot of joy in their long lives.

A triumphant laugh escaped her as she slid into the car, "now if only we could find someone to ruffle that hair of yours." She teased but inclined her head as thanks for her dress. She let out a quiet hmm before answering, using her fingers to list things off. "As I see it. We have three options. One, we party with the vampires, they're always so funny when they're tripping. Two, we steal a few bottles from my back room and go look for buried treasure at the cove. C, there's always Stinger." She may have still been teasing just a little with her third option but Fiadh would also pay to see Oneiroi visit the club.

[wickedxhell]

Who: @fiadh-aich Where: Outside of Fiadh Home

Oneiroi and Fiadh had been friends well since his farther had tasked Oneiroi to convince Fiadh to be one of his fathers apprentices. At the time Oneiroi had tried earnestly to convince her but he failed. But he liked her company. They had been friend for almost sixty years now, not his longest friendship but there were topics he could talk to Fiadh about and not the other... his long standing crush on the vampire seafarer. 

He had taken the his car, a black jaguar to Fiadh place to pick her up. He wasn’t sure what exactly they were going to get into tonight but Fiadh pushed him out of his comfort zone and honestly he need that kind of friendship of he be stuck inside the library and the dreams of others. Fiadh kept him tied to reality. Oneiroi beamed as she came outside “now why are you dressed so nice? What the occasion?”

[fiadh-aich]

In terms of friendship, Oneiroi was the closest thing Fiadh had ever had to what others called a best friend. Which eternally surprised her to her delight. In the beginning of their 60 year tenure, his father thought he saw more to her. More potential, more to gain for her in the Court, more responsibility he thought she owed herself. She only ever saw herself for what she had to offer in the moment and they were so caught up in the past. A place she never wanted to return to. She never wanted more. Until the 70's. Maybe it was partially due to Oneiroi's father sending him to her, to badger her to join the apprentices with his not irritating presence that was never overly annoyed by her endless questions, that she even saw the magic of the decade. She found herself witnessing time differently after every conversation with Oneiroi.

There had been no grand scheme when she invited him out for the evening. She like options, never been tied to one exact thing was her best and worst quality. Many would agree to the latter while she found it to be one of finer traits. Glancing out the window she caught sight of Oneiroi pulling up in his slick car. She grabbed her bag and smoothed her dress before heading out the door. At his words she paused, posing a bit for dramatic flair, "I couldn't shame your car with anything less now could I?" Then did a small twirl to show off the long red dress she'd chosen, shoes still in hand with her bag. "I can still change if you're feeling outdone."

[todddumont]

“Any cream or sugar? We make a vanilla syrup in-house that—not to brag, especially since I make it—but it tastes pretty fantastic,” Todd said as he set the cup down in front of her.

She wasn’t a face he’d quite call a regular, nor someone who usually came in during the breakfast rush. Still, Todd had a habit of noticing people. Every customer who walked through the diner’s doors found their way into the quiet catalog he kept in his head.

“Open to suggestions, huh?” A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Well, that depends on the kind of night you had. If you’re looking for a hangover cure, I’d recommend the Todd. Plenty of protein, crispy bacon, hash browns, buttered toast with jam—the whole deal. If you’re after something lighter, though, we just put out a fresh batch of fruit. Goes real nice with the waffles.”

Even as he talked, his hands never stopped moving. The coffee pot found its place on the warmer before it had a chance to cool. A passing waitress was relieved of a stack of dirty plates with an absent-minded ease, and the syrup, salt, pepper, ketchup, and hot sauce—all breakfast essentials, in Todd’s opinion—were nudged within easy reach before she’d even decided what to order.

“But,” he added, finally looking back at her, “if you ask me…” His eyes flicked over her for just a second, taking in the tired look about her. “Looks like you could use a hearty breakfast to start your day.”

[fiadh-aich]

The was an art to the man's movement. The same way some of her bartenders could spin different atmospheres from bottle tricks this one created an air of comfort in his movements. And he never stumbled. Faidh was barely listening to him list off options, the smile on her face brought on by his flow of movements and forethought to options.

She laughed, audibly, loudly, laughed at his assessment. For a moment she imagined what he saw on the other side of the counter. Clothes from last night, hair probably starting to curl with the morning dew point, and she was just hoping whatever glitter she had caked on her eyes last night hadn't strayed too far from its assignment. Her bed had been calling her for hours, long before the birds of dawn had started tittering among themselves but she had stayed to finish things in her office she had been pushing off for much too long both paperwork and organizing. "Much luckier than that to my relief but a hearty breakfast for dinner is just what this night needs for it to end. In that, I feel, you are quite correct. So is there a secret extra heartier Todd breakfast because that did sound pretty great but I do always love a little more."

[wheretheocenbleeds]

She mused over the deal lips rolling against one another. Louisa knew the answer she was going to give almost immediately but she wanted the other to think that she was toying with the idea. "Are you sure you'll be able to keep up?" the way it came from the vampires lips was full of mischief.

Louisa naturally assumed that Fiadh would take her challenge in stride, sliding closer to her comrade in celebrations, she played with the glass that she had gotten from the bartender that look similar to a vicious red wine. "Well we will have to get you some party favours then won't we, since I just need a fae for my trip."

[fiadh-aich]

It was playful banter and Fiadh knew that, but she didn't like leaving a challenge untouched. She rolled her eyes dramatically, "Listen. I took the brown acid at Woodstock and had a great time. I'm more worried about you."

It had been much too long since she had let herself be a part of the fun and games. Her smiled turned wicked with the suggestion, "Are we thinking in house party favors or did you have something specific in mind?"

[todddumont]

location: dumont diner

The smell of coffee and bacon wrapped around every customer walking through the main doors, 500 Miles playing softly through the speakers while the waitresses made sure everyone’s cup of joe stayed full.

It was a usual early morning: busy booths, the bell from the kitchen ringing, and Todd at the grill flipping pancakes, a towel over his shoulder and his flannel tugged up to his elbows. He added extra blueberries when he noticed the usual 8 a.m. customer sitting at the bar. One of the regulars — and he already knew they needed an extra bit of pancake goodness before heading off to work.

The customer had barely sat down before Todd was there with a fresh cup of black coffee and a plate of pancakes in front of them.

“The usual this morning?” His smile was faint, but already there, welcoming anyone in with carbs and caffeine.

Even while stacking dirty dishes and wiping down the counter, Todd’s eyes drifted for a second whenever the door rang with someone new walking in.

“Morning. Know what you wanna order?” Todd asked as they sat down, menu in hand, while he came over with a fresh pot of coffee.

[fiadh-aich]

In an effort to shake the dregs of last night's revelry, Fiadh had decided to take a walk around town before finding her bed to settle in until it was time to start it all over again. It was too beautiful of a morning to miss, the crisp air and rays of the morning sun fueled her stroll through the early risers starting their days around her.

A passerby brushed close to her, smelling of coffee. She inhaled deeply, small smile forming on her lips. That was what she needed to end this day, a cup of coffee. Looking around, she found the nearest place serving breakfast and pushed through the door. Fiadh glanced at the bells as they tinkled above her, absolutely charmed by them, and made a mental note to visit more businesses she hadn't paid much attention to over the years.

The man behind the counter had a face she'd seen before but Fiadh couldn't quite place it but any thoughts she had about it were replaced by scent of coffee. She found a spot at the counter, eyeing the pot of coffee in the familiar man's hand as he approached. "Just coffee I think. But I am open to suggestion to go with it."

[wheretheocenbleeds]

Louisa couldn't be working every night, she wanted to enjoy her eternity. And while she could have gone to one of the private vampire bars that catered to her taste. They were to stuffy for her, everyone far to pretentious with age for her to feel comfortable to let her hair down.

But the fae? they knew how to throw a party, when she was a siren she would have been more cautious about the fae and their honed words but she was a vampire now and she wasn't so frighten at the possibility of being manipulated. Not that the fae who owned the harvest gold had tried so far.

She was actually rather friendly, Louisa had wondered if there was an alternative motive to all the drinks Louisa had been bought. "If you keep putting my drinks on your tab I won't be able to buy you one back." a pointless affair since the other was the owner but it was the gesture that mattered. "Well its really only just started and I can see a few people who look fun..." that she might take a sneaky drink from.

[fiadh-aich]

The dark haired vampire frequented the club enough that the fae had put quite a few of her drinks on a fictional tab no one actually kept track of, Fiadh's head tipped back in laughter at the response. Money meant little to her as long as the build remained hers.

"If you insist on attempting to buy me one back am I allowed to trade that in for whatever fun you've got planned tonight? That look in your eyes isn't one I'd like to miss."

[elysiankerr]

Elyse liked Harvest Gold well enough. It wasn't her club of choice every night, but the atmosphere was fun. Aspirational.

She'd wanted so badly to try to apply for a job here before settling on Humble Bumble (and what lurked below it), but Elyse didn't know the first thing about skating. She thought maybe she'd learn, but it seemed like an awfully expensive investment of time and money just to possibly get a job -- and then once something became your job it suddenly wasn't fun anymore, was it? Or maybe that's just what she told herself.

Drinking, though, that was always fun. And this club had a cute atmosphere. There were some nights she didn't want the griminess of her usual haunts. Elyse wasn't always a sodding gremlin. She wasn't sure what she was, really, because even though that woman, Alix, had told her she wasn't human, she hadn't really presented alternative solutions. Juniper hadn't either. Fuck being unique, for once, Elyse just wanted to be like everyone else.

So loud was her internal monologue -- fighting with the music -- that she'd barely noticed the other woman approaching. "Oh, damn. Well, thank you," Elyse said as she was comped her drink. An electric blue Adios, Motherfucker. She raised it in acknowlegement of the woman, slipping her card back into her wallet. "It's fine enough. The fact that I ordered a drink famous for getting you drunk impossibly quickly is not a reflection on my current state."

She just thought it was funny to watch bartenders react to the order.

[fiadh-aich]

The shockingly blue drink drove the corners of Fiadh's mouth up wider, pulling a laugh from her. Elyse was someone who she liked being around, even if she was proclaiming to be having a rough night, she had always been easy to talk to ever since she appeared in their court. Fiadh wasn't sure if it was that they were both fae and that was the only reason she managed to maintain any semblance of a relationship with the young woman.

"Well if it's a night of reverie you need then that can be arranged." She raised her glass at the other before taking a drink, "Or if you need someone to bitch to, I'm not quite as good at listening as my bartenders but I do have that private table where we can lament with endless booze."

[fiadh-aich]

where - Harvest Gold

The music was vibrating the walls of her office and Fiadh tapped her fingers across her desk for a moment considering if it was worth pushing things off until later. There were always the wee hours of the morning to be serious. Her fingers stopped and she stared at her door for the briefest moment before deciding it was in fact worth it.

Flashing lights and a booming song welcomed her into the eternal party she had managed to curate for herself. She smiled at those who met her eyes as she made her way to the bar. Fiadh was hard to miss as the reflections of the disco ball never quite reached her as her own skin emit just enough of it's own light it was almost as she had her own spot light. To create that magic she had her lighting guys play with the levels so it wouldn't be brighter than her when the disco ball spun on it's own. It brought her joy to control reality where she could.

Joining someone at the bar who was just receiving their drink, Fiadh grabbed the attention of the bartender before they could pay and cut in, "put it on my tab with my usual." She turned to the other, "tell me, how's your night?"