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“I despise that man as a whole– you expect me to limit myself to just three things? I guess, if I had to name just three…I hate how fake he is. The false smiles; feigned friendliness; everything about his ‘gentlemanly’ facade– I know that none of it is real. I hate that he treats the lives of my friends as something insignificant. And most of all, I hate that he claims we’re alike in any way. I’m nothing like that man.” 

But maybe…Maybe she is more like him than she would care to admit.

[riguangs]

location : house of domerian ⏲ aurea from : zhou lian , liege of house zhou to : elessar domerian , lord of house domerian [ @hcdonism ]

it feels too indulgent to take time to attend parties, even if the world of aurea seems to disagree; there is a chaos that continues spread outside their borders, and inside, it is an entirely different world. lian only catches glimpses of the outer reality, as their work keeps them tied to that truth, the impending doom, compared to the glamour of the gilded city. the last year has been wrapped up so much in this; he manages to convince himself that a night out will do him good, that the normalcy is needed to start anew again tomorrow morning. once he steps inside the familiar house, music echoing through the rooms, accompanied by laughter — it's easy to forget the worries that plague his mind. suddenly, there is a drink in his hand, and someone pulls him to the side for a chat, and then another person, and another. it's only a bit later in the party that lian leaves friends to seek the heir, wanting to learn more about what he's been up to, to thank him for sending the invitation. it's easy to spot him, and a wide smile spreads across lian's face as he makes his way through crowds of people, waving once he is within sight. "elessar!" words are louder than normal conversation so that he can be heard, leaning into his space to speak. "i see that these celebrations have only gotten bigger now —" a few he has missed in between, too wrapped up in magic and experimentation to be able to spend time away. "thank you for the invite!"

[zoeysalisu]

who? @hcdonism where? near the dance floor

"Hey! Want to dance?" Zoey asks with a grin as she approaches another vampire, swaying on her spot at the rhytmn of the music. She is feeling deliriously happy, and while she can't find Konstantin, she knows it's because of him. That alone keeps her mood high, and that means that she has to make sure other people are enjoying their time on the masquerade as well. It's frankly not as fun as the Pluto party, but she is still having a lot of fun. "In like a non-flirty way I swear! I just want to bust a move on the dance floor."

[xxerxesx]

who?: @hcdonism​ where?: it’s just like that weird uncle you’ve never met handing you a drink at a bbq

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By now, Xerxes was about at his limit. The blood pool was calling out for him to dive in. The fountains were begging to be cracked open to allow their stores to spray freely. It wouldn’t be enough to sate him despite the enormous quantities collected, but it’d be a start to a bloodbath that’d have no end. Not without Romulus. Xerxes was getting increasingly concerned the longer Romulus stalled his grand entrance. No matter how many minor details he corrected, perfection remained elusive. But Xerxes was relentless, and he was able to channel his gnawing voracity into something constructive like his savior’s compelling voice currently ringing in his ear reminded him to. That’s what drove him to bring Remi an overflowing glass in the first place. “Drink it. You need to have fun. I promise it’s alright.” Forget wasted blood spilling out from Xerxes’ shakiness, forget the fact that he hadn’t ingested a drop that night himself, all the vampires needed to be enjoying the homecoming to the fullest. Romulus wouldn’t appear otherwise. “Is it the species? I can get you another one. Or maybe you’re a shy feeder ... it’s alright, this is a party! You’re with your community so drink up,” Xerxes insists, practically shoving the sticky glass into Remi’s chest. “No one likes a buzzkill, and I need you to have the time of your life.”

[healerswanford]

who? @hcdonism​

where? just a bite

“Life seems to have taken quite the turn for you over the last few months,” Isabella comments as she approaches the former halfblooded sitting by the bar. There is no show of surprise on her face, despite the fact that she is surprised and beyond so. Last time she had seen him was back when he was still a thrall for countless others. She had been worried at the time, but found herself too busy with all her other responsibilities to reach out, and she had regretted it. Regardless, he looks a great deal better than he had been, so she is glad for that. “Have you had any of the cocktails on the menu yet?”

[thepraetor]

who? @hcdonism​

where? vendor area

There is an all encompassing fear that does not leave her even outside the Hall of Mirrors. Cloe is afraid for her friends, for her fellow halfblooded, for the people she had meant to protect but could not reach before the chaos started. It’s a relief, then, that she runs into Remi when she does, her sword decapitating a ghoul that is about to attack him from behind.

“Are you alright?”

[thepraetor]

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[thislovelylady]

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It was raining.

Lenora didn't have a problem with rain, but the mortal shell in which she resided could get a little weaker if she was out in the cold too long -- especially since she hadn't had much to eat recently. So for now, she would seek to take refuge somewhere and rest. It was awfully dark, anyway.

She wasn't sure where she was or when she was, but that was nothing new. There was no fear in her as she wandered about, humming softly as she crossed a bridge -- and pausing a few steps onto it as she noted a warm glow coming from beneath.

Curious, she wandered to its edge and grabbed hold of the sturdy railing, tipping over until she was hanging almost completely upside down as she peered beneath the structure.

There was a man there! Excellent.

"Good evening," she chirped, friendly as possible. "Might I be allowed to join you under here? It's awfully wet tonight."