#gareth1

[gwyndolence]

for @garethbradbury

Staying out of Roland's way only meant Gwyn got a great view of one example of why he wasn't keen to catch his sire's attention any further - and what incredible entertainment it was. The sith had already planned to pick at the brain of Bradley's beau that night, but after such a display he knew there was no chance he could let the ball go by without organizing an encounter with the aswang. If he got a little distracted with Gareth's boy while he knew the other master was busy with Roland, that was no crime. But Gwyn always got his way eventually and by the time the sun was setting, he had the other firmly back in his sights.

"Someone got a chewing out, didn't they?" The sith chimed up, friendly from step one without so much as a greeting. He leaned back against the wall with his cocktail cupped in both hands in front of his face, grinning up at the aswang. "Let me guess... Roland took offense to the state of your boots? Stained cuffs? Or -- oh! I think I have it. He wasn't nagging about you at all, was he?" Poor, poor Finnegan...

[councillor-roland]

closed starter for @garethbradbury

Roland always shone at parties. Outgoing and sociable as he was, he was very much in his element moving from person to person, talking to and entertaining various groups, not to mention dancing. Generally, he was having an excellent time and only assumed that would continue. He'd lost track of Adrasia for a while and Gwyn had so far deftly avoided him (he really was not dressed as he should have been for a ball and Roland was going to give him an earful whenever he got close to him) so Roland was momentarily alone again. It was a good time to get a drink so he walked to the bar and ordered some bloodwine, only noticing Gareth near him once he'd ordered. He'd never interacted with the much younger man face to face, though they had texted a little during Spring Mischief and Roland of course knew who he was. He also was at least pleased to see that he was dressed according to the theme and not in the tasteless clothing the aswang normally wore. Thinking of lack of taste reminded Roland that he had seen Finn go by earlier in the evening and his lip curled in distatse.

"I see you continue to dress your familiar in ridiculous cotton candy frivolities, Monsieur Bradbury. I question the point when a slave should be a reflection of the master, non?" Everything Finn wore lately was utterly tasteless and gaudy and Roland would hesitate to really even call the outfits clothing. Even if it was meant as some kind of punishment for the slave it seemed to be more effective at punishing everyone else who had to see it. "I suppose if you're trying to announce that you have no idea how to dress him then you've succeeded but I can hardly see why you'd want to do that." Roland was being inflammatory on purpose but that was in his nature. It wasn't terribly polite but it was also Roland's opinion and he was never shy about expressing that.

[runeawakening]

@garethbradbury

Rune was bored, though that didn't really surprise anyone. What it did do, was drive the dragon insane as he waited through minutes that felt like hours, putting him in a state of mind akin to agitation. He fucking wished he could feel it though, that it wasn't more than just a restless leg that wouldn't stop bouncing and nails picking and scratching at his arms in hopes to draw blood and feel something. Of course he couldn't, the endless void of his emotionless mind just a trap, more-so than the literal slave collar wrapped around his neck.

He snapped out of the thoughts tracing his mind when his ears perked at the sound of someone approaching, head whipping towards the source. "The fuck do you want?" He snapped, uncaring that the other didn't have a collar. Really, when did he ever care? "Like what ya' see or somethin'?"