Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Ben and Will
Where: Their home
When: Mid-morning

It was a marvelous Sunday morning, albeit a bit chilly and overcast. Ben had gotten up early, made breakfast for himself and his cousin and gone outside to enjoy some light internet browsing under the crisp fresh air, courtesy of wi-fi. Ben dug into the local news from when he'd been gone, finding everything from angels coming to earth to a new laser-tag place in town which he made a mental note to visit at some point. Will would probably like that. It wasn't too long before he started to realize he was no longer in Hawaii and he would need more than a t-shirt if he wanted to keep sitting outside like this. During his vacation Ben had gotten used to warm, sunny days from dusk until dawn and he had refused to acknowledge this was no longer the case back in Michigan. With a sigh Ben put his laptop on the side-table next to his chair and prepared to go inside and get himself a sweater when he smelled something. Something off. Something horrible, in fact, something that wouldn't have been so horrible if it hadn't been right in his backyard.

Darting his eyes from side to side Ben searched for the source of the smell until he found it. It was just standing there, looking at him defiantly like they liked to do, as if daring him to do something about this shameless invasion of private property, as though it said "What're you gonna do?" with its very eyes. With a look of disgust and anger Ben darted inside.

"Will! Wiiiiiiiiiill! There's a cat in the backyard. A cat. A fucking cat and it doesn't give a shit that I'm a dog. It's just sitting there and it's probably plotting something nefarious as we speak!"

Who: Angeline and Alistair
Where: Ad Gustum Dungeons
When: Afternoon

Sunday was supposed to be a day for family, for the Lord, for self-contemplation. For Angeline of course that meant almost the complete opposite, which was why she found herself eager to visit her more permanent vampire pet almost as soon as she woke up. Other engagements stopped her from doing so until the afternoon, though, and then of course she had spent a good amount of time picking the perfect outfit as per the ritual. Before entering the place Alistair called home Angeline picked up her whip, the sting of the silver etched into it giving her inspiration if any was lacking. Inside the dungeon there was already a box filled with Angeline's rejected silver jewelry which she liked to put on Alistair and watch the patterns it marked into his skin.

Very slowly Angeline unlocked the door to Alistair's little slice of heaven, and a moment of insecurity took over as she wondered if she ought to be here without Tanith. The moment was fleeting, however, and since Angeline rarely lacked self-confidence she got over it very quickly. Of course she ought to be here, he was his to train on and this was her place (as well as her sister's, but that wasn't important right now). With her confidence fully restored Angeline walked fully into Alistair's dungeon, a pang of nervous excitement coursing through her body like electricity. She walked to the table where the jewelry box stood, placed the whip next to it and opened it, proceeding to display the many beautiful pieces of silver jewelry she had been given, right where Alistair could see them. She had seen deranged torturers display tongs and pincers, scissors and cleavers the same way she now displayed chokers and earrings, pendants and bracelets. Angeline made no effort to acknowledge Alistair's presence, preferring to let him watch instead of thinking this was a collaborative effort.