#senatus.starters

[domxbirchall]

Location: Plooto party @senatusstarters

Dominic was certain everyone had thought they’d seen the last of him. But no – they had to make a show of it, didn’t they? The rehabilitated Leech, now restored to his Mars bloodline, had to show face, be the poster boy for success from the Senate. Their mercy. All of that shit. It had been what he wanted, free from the Eye – some safety within his own kind. But they’d turned around and let the Eye join them anyway. It was like his entire world was pointing a gun at him, and he had nowhere to turn. Freedom was all he wanted, really. Either way, he got looks as he made his way through the crowd, picking up a glass full of blood and downing it before he made a bit of a show to the person who was staring, “Happy? Your blood is safe, I’m back to normal – everyone wins.”

[romulusmarius]

@senatusstarters​ ✵ location: grand hall ✵ status: open ✵

As one ethereal melody melted into another, Eleanor found herself on the sweeping steps of the faerie court. Blinking rapidly, she flinched at the sight of the gilded attire suddenly hugging her figure. The open jaws of two Chinese dragons, stitched across her velvet-clad breasts, greeted her with familiar smiles. Symbols sacred to the Zhou family, they offered little in the way of comfort now. Rubies and pearls attached to delicate chains of matching gold cascaded down her cheeks, obscuring her features and making it difficult to see. The ensemble was beautiful, but the summoning left a metallic taste in her mouth.

Desperate to protect her people, the Amaranthus sovereign had resisted the archaic magic with all her might, but it was like holding back a tsunami with her bare hands. The water had crashed around her, and she was now flanked by towering columns laden with ivy in the Otherworld. Eleanor’s breathing slowed when she recognised the silhouettes of other witches moving towards to the castle’s entrance—for a terrible moment in the human realm, she was convinced they were fated to join Erik’s coven in oblivion. Accepting a glass of champagne from a server doused in glitter once inside, it was only after the sweet liquid coated her throat, she remembered Artemisia’s warnings about consuming the food of the fey. “I’m appalled by the level of disrespect,” she growled, discarding the flute on a table dripping with roses, and turning toward another masked patron. 

[domxbirchall]

@senatusstarters​ Location:  The Bath House 

Was it considered murdered if they were already dead? That was a question that didn’t plague Felix at night. In fact, it hardly crossed his mind. Hunters were hardly expected to be hunted, though by their own kind? Completely unexpected. His presence in the city, however, wasn’t completely unknown, perhaps. But he’d managed to stay hidden, do what he needed to, even if he wasn’t exactly sane in any way at all. He had a name, he had a bathhouse, and the rest was seemingly irrelevant. Absorbing souls was an interesting thing, wasn’t it? Either way, his attention was taken now as the water was disturbed as another entered the bath, “Here for a monthly bath before the wedding?” It was a good joke, a great joke even, and the Leech couldn’t help his smile.