#act 1.

[yihari]

actividad número uno: yi harin atiende a la mascarada de la reina, como parte de la casa rubí.

[rzephyr]

actividad número uno: ryu zephyr atiende a la mascarada de la reina, como parte de la casa esmeralda.

[90net]

“ i thought you’d like some company, ” says viktor, @potpourris, slipping into the labratory, much to the ever attentive caitlyn's surprise.

“ viktor! i... ” hands clamber to stack the sprawled papers toner at the desk. a faulty misstep whilst scrambling out of the laboratory’s lonesome wooden chair, has the chair’s leg tripping with a heavy thunk and an ear aching screech raking the floor. hip hits the table in the collateral where a wrench balancing on the edge clatters to the ground.

clang. clang. clang. clang.

while sneaking out and around is part of caitlyn’s repertoire, a rebellion-sort her parents fail to understand, deception is not. this laboratory is not something she is overly familiar with, unlike that of her parents’ workshop / jayce’s old funded lab; this is the academy’s, professional and grandeur, though minimal and enough to have everything the inventors needed. perhaps it’s why she’s more jittery than usual — simply afraid to be caught... seldom ever taken down, watched jayce once or twice in her off time but only when he’s present. doesn't know viktor all too well despite seeing him then too, simply knew him as jayce's lab partner and an associate to the council.

“ i didn’t hear you come in. i expected jayce to be here... ” she bends to her knees and picks the tool off the ground, rubs along its edges and curves. back and forth. subconsciously refuses set it back dowm. “ this invention. it’s quite fascinating... what is it meant to do exactly? ”

[lcvesque]

DATE - JUNE 15, 2021 | 7:00 PM LOCATION — THE DINING ROOM WITH — @saintbelleamy 

AS A CHILD, AUGUST HAD BEEN WELL VERSED in the art of pinning butterflies. He knew, most intimately, how delicate the dead tended to be — how easily a moth’s wings could be broken if not careful enough. From his experience, August learned that in order to properly display an insect, one must pin a thing by its throat. 

—

Bellamy stood among the wretched and the damned like a martyr for the taking. August’s gaze lingered over their form, and a dark desire to crush their thorax washed over him. It would be too easy to wrap his hands around their pretty little throat, pressing his thumbs against their windpipe. Bellamy would let him. Bellamy might one day force him to.

August plucked a glass of champagne from a waiter and walked to where the ephemeral fae stood. 

“I wish to be frank with you. I do not want any lingering discomfort between us to get in the way of our future evenings here. While it would have been preferable to avoid discussion altogether, I do not believe it would have been possible to avoid speaking with you for much longer.”

He does not look at them.

“If you are amicable to it, I would like to propose a deal.”