#sntsqnns

[laurestcphens]

closed masquerade starter who: @sntsqnns

She knows it's her, despite the glamour that covers them all. None else carry that same touch of death with her, perhaps other than little Nikko, but even the spell wouldn't change her features that drastically. For several moments, Laure considers ignoring her, like she is probably hoping, but tonight is also a night of politics, beyond the revelry, and Desmona still leads her own coven.

"I'm surprised you've let your little shadow flit about without you," Laure says in greeting as she steps up beside her, a glass of champagne tucked neatly in her hand. "Or are your thoughts preoccupied with someone else? I've heard some interesting rumors as of late."

Perhaps she should think twice about throwing stones from glass houses.

[synashburn]

Where: A Fancy Hotel Who: @sntsqnns

'I'm worried this is a bad idea, Gretchen.' Syndra scoffed at the young blonde sitting in the passenger seat next to her, ''Shut your face, Anne, who wouldn't be curious to meet their secret lover? And I'm meeting her at a public hotel, so.'' she shut the engine off. ''Can you move-'' she swatted her hand against the girl's leg in order to reach for her bag on the floor. A sight only for Syndra to see.

A golden pen stuck out, the same pen she'd written secretive letters with to the witch she was about to meet. It'd been the perfect exchange in Syndra's book; a win win for the both of them. A witch that had been in need of cleaning up, someone who'd been following her and got on her back a little too close for Syndra's liking, so she'd done some research about the all too powerful witch Desmona Atticus and made sure her letter had received her end. 'There's a very special present awaiting you', she had written with an address, stamped with her personal wax seal, a gorgeously crafted fire seal.

Syndra had lured her stalker towards the address, an empty building in town, and trapped her in flames with one of her potions. Long enough for the witch she'd invited to show up. Syndra had watched, always watching, til her bait got taken. By the time screams had filled the room, Syndra had fled the scene, never showing her face to her guest. No big deal.

Of course Syndra had yet to thank the witch for her service. Another letter had been sent, one where she liked to show her gratitude, this time with the address of a five star hotel, to make up for the shitshow the previous had been.

Now she sat waiting in the hotel lobby - entranced by the hearth, staring at the flames smoldering the fresh put logs, wishing to touch the so well contained fire and let them go out of control.