#roidufeu

[grandedamedekalos]

He missed him.

[lionfangeda]

the beginning of mandus’ nightmare.

to say he was surprised was an understatement. fully had he anticipated to be shoved away at best, punched at worst, all with the satisfaction of knowing he had repulsed him. perhaps being punched would have been the better option, given it would have shocked their fellow guests all too invested in their drunken cheers to pay mind to the pair of them.

his drunken, scrambling mind desperately made an attempt to get a handle on what was happening, the reciprocation of the kiss setting off every alarm bell. over-stimulation driving any logical thought into a wall as he was pulled closer.

it was wildly different than kisses he was accustomed to, used to being the taller, dominant personality, pressing closer with sharp teeth against soft lips and using strength and height to maintain control. but he was outmatched here, drunkenness leaving his limbs feeling the equivalent of wet noodles, forced to struggle a bit before he could finally push back for air, eyes wide and looking dazed.

was he so drunk he hallucinated him n o t punching him in the face?

@roidufeu

[grandedamedekalos]

@roidufeu

"You really need to punctuate 'whom'. Me?"

"Wrong Lysandre. AGAIN."

“Maybe if we didn’t all look alike, I wouldn’t have this problem. Make yourself more memorable and worth the time to figure out which one is which. Lys and Lost have no problem with it.”

[grandedamedekalos]

I’m off work early which means I can participate!

[balsamina]

@roidufeu

At an ocean-facing window at the Hano Grand Resort’s Cafe Hilo, there sat a ghost.

Had Lusamine been a woman of greater faith, she might not have been so shocked to see him. After all, she had been invited here-- by an elaborate summons that she knew could only have been sent by him. Though she knew it, her reaction had been one of disgust. It was nothing more than a twisted joke, surely, a pitiful attempt at getting under her skin from one of the several enemies she kept. After all, the dead sent no invitations.

Now she stood just past the entrance to the cafe, transfixed and staring. A chill skittered down her spine. Impossible. This couldn’t possibly be. Unless...

She walked forward with all the queenly poise that was characteristic of her, expertly disguising the sudden weakness in her knees. When she reached his table, however, she found the words escaped her for a moment.

“... Lysandre?” She did not yet dare sit down with him. “Mon beau, is it you?”

[disguisedxdeath-blog]

@roidufeu replied to your post: Oh dear….

“ ..Don’t look at me. ”

He probably should have expected that, most Lysandres tended to not like others to see them vulnerable, but he couldn’t help but flinch a bit. Nonetheless he looked away yet he didn’t leave.

“Forgive me, I’m just...worried.” He didn’t know this Lysandre, but still he couldn’t help but be concerned.

[pyroaress-a]

      Stop...before she stops it herself.

[lionfangeda]

roidufeu replied to your post: ‘ all i want, for once, is for some ATTRACTIVE...

;)

‘ you have quite the knack for bugging me at the worst of moments. ‘