#velmortis

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➥ closed for valeriya // @velmortis

" is it just me, or is it growing rather.... crowded in this town? " rayan purred from low in his throat, outstretched over a chair laden with fabrics in the seamstress shop like a cat who had made themself quite at home in a place not their own. never did their feet stay grounded in one place for long; following each wind like a leaf blowing far, it had been a good while since the daemon had graced kairos with their presence. && yet, popping up again, one of the first places rayan had felt drawn to was in her orbit. " don't get me wrong, i am not complaining in the slightest. " that grin, always laced with a wicked tinge, was full of something bored && eager at once. playing with the frayed strands of thread from a half-finished skirt, ray puffed up his chest as he rose amber hues to hers.

there was a quiet, growing nagging in their mind now. something different in kairos- something... alluring. surely it wasn't just the growing presence of all things interesting. rayan licked his lips, && leaned forward intently. " it feels different lately, does it not? what have you heard... what have you seen? or, perhaps- been told? " if they were trying to be subtle in syphoning any information, it wasn't a job well done.

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⤷ closed starter for @velmortis // valeriya.

" you came. " surprise riddled rayan's voice as he answered the door, leaning into the frame as they gazed upon her there on the step. for a minute there, they'd started to doubt that she might... then his amber hues narrowed, head cocking with a snarky grin. " or are you just another manifestation of my demons again? "

he spoke, of course, of the shadows. their melting forms && twisting faces, voices that called out in tongues long-since gone, drawing from his unspoken fears to try && reach inside their mind, trick the soul. joke was on them. rayan had no soul. that he'd gambled away a few centuries ago. " well, don't stand there, come in before you send the town into a gossip. " snickering, the daemon ushered valeriya in, closing the door softly behind them with a click of the lock. just in case the nightmares lurking just beyond the porch would try any funny business.

gesturing to the decanter of wine, rayan perched upon the arm of a loveseat, curiosity permeating their expression. " i wonder who has been haunting you. " he mused - not truly expecting her to tell him, but oh, how they hoped she would.

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➥ closed for @velmortis ➥ sinan's home

long fingernails filed to a stiletto tip ran longingly over the ivory keys - letting stray notes fall from their hand, out of place as they echoed one by one, unaccompanied by a song. each pang, reminiscent to a time when music of true merit && worth would fill every hall. rayan had, of course, arrived uninvited in the home of the vampyr. it was much more fun that way - to dissolve into spacetime && just reappear within the walls of a home, make it as if they belonged.

the daemon, after sounding the eerie warning of their presence, took a seat at the grand piano, orange eyes gazing out the window rather than the pristine keys as they cracked their knuckles, and placed them down accordingly. the music burst through next, not in a hurried fashion, but something slow && intimate && careful. like a reunion with an old lover, fingers that yearned for release. it was an old composition, but one they'd memorized centuries ago. it felt like home, and so rayan played while they watched the darkness swirling beyond the curtains, and waited for their presence to draw the attention of the manor's keeper.

" i feel you standing there. " they spoke over the music, smiling as they sensed sinan appearing in the entry to their back. rayan didn't turn, but changed the song, something lighter, one that required two pairs of hands to properly play it. it was a silent invitation, spoken only through the lift of the song - join me?