#stllcfthcnght

[peaceworn]

@stllcfthcnght event starter, spencer avery & levi avery

the rumors and suspicions within the avery family have been growing since levi avery came to town. some have suggested that he looks the same as sebastian once had. pictures of the fallen avery are in his home and his father-in-laws, including a masterfully painted portrait that could only be found in the home of the generational wealthy. spencer himself has been quite busy with the influx of atrocities from the new vampires in town and his responsibilities being promoted to chief of the fire department that he hasn't looked into it much.

he's focused on having some time to unwind amidst being a host given how stressed he's been lately. when he's crossing the room to refill his champagne flute with beer, a drink he's smuggled in as the avery patriarch would never have such a low-brow libation tainting his high-scale event, spencer overhears quiet discussion of the horizon now and does a double take. drats. a face fully occluded by a mask. guess he'll have to be more hands on with his detective work.

closing the distance between himself and the man that looks more well dressed to be a host of this event than spencer himself, he tilts his head to the side. ❝ didn't mean to be eavesdropping, but you're levi avery? ❞ his hand extends to the other in front of him, remembering his manners. ❝ spencer avery. we haven't had the pleasure of crossing paths yet. ❞

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@stllcfthcnght event starter, roland dixon & simone fang

is the headache getting worse throughout the evening or is roland hyper focused on it? dancing, mingling, drinking... it hasn't done much to distract him from it. add in the loss of smell and the masks and he feels about as useless as a human navigating the people of westray that have been invited to the large scale avery party.

at least it seems the hunter family has thought of everything for their masquerade ball. tiring from the activities inside, roland slipped outside into the cooler night air. a small area outside by the museum's fountain, now adorned with a few tables and chairs to view the low-rising moon and stars. the very moon that may be ruining his night... or maybe the avery family has found a way to disarm any of the vampires that may have slipped past the big museum doors, such as himself. nearby a few small groups of people are chatting idly while others are simply admiring the view of the night sky.

he's not positive, but he thinks he recognizes one of the women in a sheer black dress. he's been to the mystic moon a couple of times for different enchantments the casino and the other members of his clan were in need of. only one way to find out. roland steps in line beside her and gives a sideways glance accompanied by his signature charming smile. ❝ simone, isn't it? from the spiritual shop? how are you enjoying your evening celebrating the wily little moon of ours? ❞

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@stllcfthcnght event starter, marlowe leone & myles bishop

marlowe thought she was used to the attention that came with proximity to the hawthorne's, but tonight brought it to an entirely new level. she knew rowan having someone on his arm would cause a bit of a stir, but the narrative of the mysterious masked woman had spread throughout the museum like a wildfire within an hour. it felt like all eyes were on her and she's worried that she's fucked up her longest standing friendship by blindsiding valentine with her attendance. and to be honest? she can't really say why she kept it a secret from her friend. she'd been focused on keeping it a secret so his parents wouldn't find out and intercept her before she'd even stepped out of his car.

hence, the decision to beeline it to the bar was a no-brainer the second rowan got whisked away from her by his father with a regretful look tossed over his shoulder. freshly topped off wine glass in hand, she feels her poker face starting to slip. she's always been told she wears her heart on her sleeve. ❝ it's all so sanctimonious isn't it? seems like everyone's so wrapped up in judging what everyone else is doing that even the dance floor feels robotic. ❞ the words aren't said to anyone in particular, they just explode out of her. a silent reminder to start taking smaller sips of the stuffy bordeaux.

feeling multiple pairs of eyes on her, she remembers herself. she doesn't want to make things harder on the hawthornes now that she's thrust into the spotlight alongside them. running a hand over her forehead, she plasters on a meager smile. god who knew that masks could be so sweaty? ❝ sorry, everyone, as you were. ❞ immediately she turns her attention to a well-dressed man nearby to zone in on something other than the unwanted attention. ❝ you're dressed impeccably. i love the mask! ❞