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"Vincent... Oh, I almost forgot about that~"
"Pfft. Vincent?
That's his real name? Not as intimidating now, knowing that."
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Truly impeccable taste, if Perpetua does say so himself. He has half a mind to cut up his papal robes and offer them as a tablecloth. Seems like they'd be more welcome here.
That said, there's a sort of warmth to his decor that Perpetua likes. There's a lot, but everything has a place and a purpose. Terzo has made this place home.
The television, in all its high-definition glory is absolutely anachronistic among the antiques. It may even be too pristine for a humble Buster Keaton flick. But Papa is on a mission; he has an agenda.
"Ah, yes. I am vaguely aware of your penchant for horror and expressionism. But now you have an American brother to indulge, and you look like you haven't had a good laugh in ages. So let's have some drinks, watch some movies, and I promise I won't complain if you start speaking Italian too fast for me to keep up." He waves the well-loved VHS cassette in his hand, eyes brightening at the promise of a fun evening with his brother.
The former Papa couldn't contain the smaller chuckle leaving him, mismatched eyes positively alight. He might not know anything about Buster Keaton, or the movies he was in, but he was ready to expand his knowledge on the topic. He was practically giddy as he made his way to the couch facing the TV. Was it maybe a little out of place? Yes. But he did enjoy the almost too perfect image quality. Though he did still have his old, box-y TV from when he was younger. In the bedroom. Just in case.
He motioned for his brother to have a seat, head tilting to the side. "What can I offer you, fratellino? Coffee? Or maybe something stronger?" He spoke, more than willing to supply their poison of choice tonight. After all, he was still getting to know the man. Ah, but to be fair, they both had much to learn about one another.
Briefly, the larger ghoul, more commonly known as Omega, entered the living room, placing a tray on the table. Cups, glasses, plates and a smaller selection of snacks. And, of course, the coffee. Amethyst eyes briefly settled on their guest, a polite nod being given in acknowledgement. He wasn't going to intrude on them, but he would check in from time to time. After all, Terzo was his partner, his first priority. He would lean down to place a kiss on the man's cheek, deep voice whispering something in his ear, in fluent Italian, before he wandered off to leave them be. One word would stand out. "Amorino". Little love.
Terzo simple smiled, glancing at his younger brother. "Omega will introduce himself properly later. He, eh.. Wanted us to simply enjoy our evening without interference."
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Picking up on the growing unease in Dewdrop, Papa opens his mouth to ask what's bothering him.
Then again, maybe he doesn't want to asked.
But if he doesn't say something now, that's hardly being good at his job, is it?
The internal conflict lasts maybe five fleeting seconds before he clears his throat and tries again.
"Is there something else you need to talk about, Ghoul?" he asks, hesitating a bit on the title. He's still unsure if calling the nameless ghouls by their nicknames is exercising too much familiarity-- that it may appear as him worming his way into an unwelcome sense of friendliness. He and Haze share this level of familiarity, but Dewdrop has seniority over Perpetua. Experience. He wants to respect that as much as he is able and knows how.
A twitch of the fire ghoul's eye indicated clear annoyance. One more time, Papa... Call him "ghoul" one more time, and he'd be reaching his limit. He took in a deeper breath, slowly counting to 10, before he exhaled through his nose, leaning in towards the other. Keeping his distance, still.
"Yeah, actually. Unless you're pissed at me, don't call me "Ghoul". It's really, fuckin' annoying." He spoke, probably sounding more sharp than intended. He slowly straightened back up, collecting himself some.
Fuck. He should have been better at controlling himself. He shouldn't have let that get to him. But it had been months, and Papa was still calling them all "ghoul". Except Haze, of course.
He cleared his throat, pushing down his temper, down to a smolder in stead of a raging fire. Amber eyes connected with the mismatched ones of the other.
"It's Dewdrop. Call me Dewdrop."
Perpetua glides in easily, patting his hand on his brother's shoulder as he does so.
Taking in Terzo's quarters, he admires the arrangement and picks up on a scent that's distinctly ghoulish. He remembers their conversation from before where he had confessed his companionship with one of his ghouls. The thought of it charms Perpetua. Not everyone here is so cold.
"Thank you for the invite, fratello," he says, aware of how painfully American his voice must sound as he clumsily flips his 'r' and slurs his 'l's together.
He clears his throat and holds out his offerings.
"Wasn't sure if you had a VHS player or not, but I get the impression that you like old movies. Do you like Buster Keaton?" he asks. The whiskey, he figures, can speak for itself.
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Terzo smiled widely, warmly, as he received that pat to his shoulder, carefully closing the door behind him. He simply allowed him to look around his ornate quarters, mismatched eyes following him.
It was a rather large domain, really. Resembling a smaller apartment, to be honest. A small entryway, leading straight into the living room, the kitchenette located in the corner, closed in by a half wall. A door at the end of the living room would lead to the bedroom, while to the left, a door would lead to the bathroom.
The walls were painted in his favored shade of purple, the furniture gothic and ornate, carved in mahogany. Seats of purple silk, clearly old, mayhaps even antique. In the corner of the living room was what could only be described as an alter. A space for magic. Shelves with various herbs, boxes of candles in different sizes and colors, etc.. Everything one could desire for spell work. Dark, wooden bookselves with ancient texts and grimoires. Even ones he had written himself. Spells collected over time. The main area of the living room consisted of a setup of two couches in black leather, one smaller than the other, an older looking living room table in the same, dark wood as the rest of the furniture, an armchair in the same, purple upholstery as the other chairs, standing around a smaller dining table near the kitchenette. All sat on an ornate, dark carpet, most likely of Persian origin. And up against the wall, right beside the glass door leading out onto the balcony, stood a decently large TV. As for the ornate windows, they were currently covered by thick, heavy, purple velvet curtains.
The former Papa smiled at his younger sibling, motioning him towards the couches. "I have both a DVD player and a VHS player. Along with several streaming services, so we shall not be lacking, eh?" He spoke with a slight chuckle. He tilted his head to the side a little, considering his words. "Buster Keaton.. I don't think I've watched any of his movies. I was more fascinated with the, eh.. Horror movies, when I was younger. I still am. But, eh.. I wouldn't mind broadening my horizon." He spoke. He wouldn't mind learning something new, so he was more than willing to sit down and watch something with his sibling. Like a movie night.
Yes, that sounded lovely.
Were Dewdrop more of an open book, perhaps the two of them could bond over the ridiculousness of their costumes. Perpetua does not make it a secret that he prefers a simple cassock over his papal vestments. Especially the violet robes. Even his twin got something that he could walk in. Why must he be the one stuffed into a rococo ball gown that weighs 50 pounds?
On second thought, the assurance that a costume for his older brother's party is a welcomed one. The ministry is very keen on keeping him overstimulated at all times; low expectations and a few drinks sounds like a nice respite.
A plus one? He supposes there's a ghoul or sibling who would be nice to bring. He doesn't want to be too imposing... More things to consider, but he's sensing a little bitterness from Dewdrop.
"Perhaps Terzo will find another way to make sure you're accommodated. I would give you mine, but I think it being addressed to me makes it a bit less personal." He taps the Roman numeral V scrawled over it.
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If Dewdrop had known that they shared the disdain of their new attire, maybe there could have been a bonding moment there. Maybe it would come later. But the fire ghoul generally kept his cards close, he didn't open up as easily as he had when he had been resting in the element of water. He had grown distant in many ways.
Angry.
He let out a smaller huff, smoke coiling from his lips as he did. "I don't have a plus one to bring anyway." He muttered, shrugging some. Amber eyes shifted to the side. There was one he would be interested in asking. However.. Word on the street, or rather, the halls of the ministry, had it that Papa himself had somewhat of an interest in that individual.
He wasn't one to even take a liking to anyone. But that one? He couldn't explain the pull. Couldn't explain the way his eyes always drifted in that direction when they were in the same room.
He straightened up some, pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind. His expression didn't change, but there was a slight flick of his tail. Sometimes, it just had its own life.
Traitor.
If the violet-sealed envelope wasn't enough to charm him, then discovering that the letter is from Terzo certainly is.
The cold, dead space where his dormant heart lies threatens to burst as he reads it over. The past decade of his life has been nothing but a blur, but all the years before that were spent empty and lonely without any kin. He has yet to win over his twin, but being welcomed by his older brother who should want less to do with him has been a large factor in his wanting to stay in Italy. The Mediterranean clashes with all of his instincts and lifestyle, but LA isn't much different in that regard.
All that really means is that he is unable to behave as any normal tourist would in such a beautiful country, and that his clothes will all look weighted down at the hems where the earth from the San Fernando Valley is sewn in.
Some people need glasses to see. Just another accessibility device as far as he's concerned.
So under the safety of the night, he accepts his brother's invite
Not wanting to be a rude guest, he's not empty-handed when he knocks on Terzo's door. Nestled in the crook of his arm is Buster Keaton's Go West and a bottle of Jameson.
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The former Papa had been anxiously waiting, hoping that his sibling would accept the invite. He'd been fussing all day about the appearance of his quarters, moving around to make sure that everything was in order, much to the amusement of Omega. Needless to say, Terzo didn't get visitors that often, so it was nice to see him this excited to have someone over.
It was delightful. He had been so withdrawn for so long. Seeing him like this warmed the older ghoul's heart.
He would stay in the background, though. This was Terzo's time with a brother he didn't even know he had. So when his ears picked up on the knocking, he offered his partner a gentle kiss, before retreating to the kitchenette, allowing the former Papa to open.
The smile that formed on Terzo's lips when he opened the door was warm, mismatched eyes having a certain glimt to them. A light that had been dulled for quite a while having returned.
"Ah, fratellino, how good to see you!" He'd chirp, moving aside a little, motioning for the other to enter. "Please, come in. You have been expected." He spoke, smiling widely at him, pearly whites on display. He had hoped that he would accept the invite. He was awfully pleased with the fact that he had.
Papa chuckles as he flips over the invite.
"Unhallow's Eve, huh? With or without hookers?" he looks up and winks at his guitarist.
Whatever resentment emanates from the ghoul simply smells like a healthy level of unfamiliarity and caution to the vampire. He respects Dewdrop, and has no reason to dislike him. If anything, he kicks a bit too much ass.
Tapping the letter on his desk, he hums, thinking it over.
"This is very sudden, I'm not sure how much time I'll have to put a costume together, but why don't you let my brother know that I'm giving him a tentative 'yes'?"
Dewdrop resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Hookers.. Terzo was long past wanting hookers in his quarters. He was a taken man, after all. He knew that the man was merely joking, but he wasn't exactly in a joking mood himself. He managed to keep it to himself, clearing his throat a little.
"Probably no hookers. Booze and snacks, though? Yeah, knowing Papa, he's got all of that covered." He hummed, slowly exhaling through his nostrils. He moved his hands behind his back, eyes resting upon him. He was dressed in his Impera uniform, much preferring that over the ridiculous, bedazzled bodysuit he was now forced to wear.
Who the fuck thought of turning them all into disco balls?
"Don't think you'd need a costume. Not mandatory, as far as I know. I mean, I'm invited as well, and I'm not wearing a costume." He shrugged some, tail lazily swaying behind him. Then again.. Without his glamour, he really didn't need a costume, did he?
"I think you can bring a plus one as well. Dunno. I didn't get a fancy letter."
Oh, don't mind him.
He's simply perched on a ledge, tossing stones at whoever passes by, just to see who reacts to it.
