Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Angeline and Tanith
When: Afternoon
Where: Ad Gustum - Angeline's office

This was new.

Summons from Domina were one thing, and something Tanith was rather used to. The elder madam was often giving her special orders or keeping track of clients and appointments or even the blood stocks. But Angeline Moriarty was something of a mystery to Tanith. She'd seen her, of course. But a request to visit her office. Tanith hadn't even known that Angeline had an office, though of course the idea made sense. She couldn't imagine the little princesses sharing.

Tanith could count the things she knew about the younger daughter of Bram Moriarty on one hand. One: she wasn't even legal yet, and she shared a vampire fucking brothel with her only slightly-older sister. Two: she looked like a perfect little angel, and seemed to carry herself as such. Three: she had an elemental and his familiar locked up in the dungeons, so if she was an angel, it was of the the dispensing punishment from above persuasion. Great. Really. This should go well.

The dominatrix found Angeline's office with ease, her face perfectly blank as she knocked firmly at the door. Time to meet the young'un.

Who: Angeline, Hunter, and Domina
When: Midday
Where: Ad Gustum

After leaving Hunter's cell, Domina had made a call to her dear sister, informing her that it was very important she get to Ad Gustum with all haste. Once the younger Moriarty arrived, Domina was already waiting in the foyer for her, all smiles and grins. "I have a surprise for you!" she announced, moving to her sister's side, and blindfolding her before objections could be raised. "I think you are going to be very happy."

( Angie can has... )

Who:Angeline and Luke
Where: At the party
When: Evening

The reactions to her father's announcement had been quite what she - and the whole family - were expecting. Angeline was, therefore, in good spirits by the time she finally made it to where Luke was. He had kept his word; he was looking as sharp and handsome as a 17 year-old possibly could. Which was just as well, considering her own angelical radiance. Even though she shadowed him, he could still hold his own.

"We finally meet!" She said as she reached him, a drink of champagne that she had successfully begged from her mother in hand. "Look at that." She said, turning to face the crowd while smirking. "My father has made so many people happy today. It's almost like most of them were going to end up working at a diner if it wasn't for him." As if Angeline didn't know and appreciate having her life made easy by tons and tons of money.

Who: Osiris and Angeline
When: Late evening and on
Where: The park


Hot sucked ass. Hot sucked so much ass that Osiris was seriously starting to wonder just how Scarlet Oak hadn't caved in on itself from all that sucking. It mostly sucked because his baggy pants with the chains were just too damn hot to wear so he was slumming it in a pair of khaki shorts and a black t-shirt. Damn the weather for screwing with his wardrobe. He ended up walking through the park after the sunset, hoping that it would get cooler soon. Finding himself a patch of grass beneath a tree, he settled himself down against the base of the trunk and watched the few passersby as they walked along the path. He was tempted to be a dick and turn cat, climb up the tree and wait to randomly pounce on someone unsuspectingly. Hell, he might even do it as a human. It would be twice as much fun and all the more hilarious to see their reactions.

The little news anchor in his brain was having a field day with the imagery. "In other news; teenager jumps from tree, shocks woman into coma, tonight at ten." A strange little smile curled across his lips as he continued to picture all that was sneak attacks, losing himself into his imagination.

Who: those angelic Moriarty sisters
When: Late afternoon
Where: Phones/their house

Domina had stayed in Coldwater a lot longer than she'd planned on, and she couldn't help but feel immensely satisfied for the entire hour and a half drive home. That little visit, though out of the way, had been well worth it. Such a good time, in fact, that she couldn't even wait until she was home to share the wonder. Once she hit her first red light, she pulled out her phone, and started uploading pics she'd taken and sending them Angeline's way. All of Wesley of course, and in varying degrees of bloodied up and undressed.

Grinning widely as she hit send, she quickly fired off a text to send with the pictures. GREAT afternoon. Omw home. Bloody. Grinning. Your day?

Who: Pietro, Angeline, OTA
Where: Sunny's Diner
When: 10:30 AMish

Once again he had ditched his family although this time as he hadn't been out since midnight, they didn't care as long as he was careful. Which meant that on occasion, he had to text his mother on the state of his body. No, nothing felt off. Yes, he was fine. Blah blah. It had started pouring rain a little while ago and to be perfectly honest he had been so Hell bent to get the fuck out of the house, he had forgotten his umbrella.

So when he found refuge in Sunny's diner, he was soaked to the bone and generally looking completely miserable. Instead of seeking out a table or some such, he just stood there in the doorway, dripping and looking like a skinny drowned rat. Ugh.

Who: Luke and Angeline
When: Morning
Where: Park
Rating: PG-13/R (Language and Nudity, yay!)

Luke liked the heat, loved it really. Even if he usually enjoyed the feel of warmth it ritsier, more private arenas, today he had felt the need to get outside. Public anything might have been a four letter word in his dictionary, but with his car parked nearby (in case he had to get away from the pesky little hordes of people that crawled over everything like a swarm of locusts, he could moderately relax in the shade cast from a tree near the edge of the park.

Relatively isolated, his snake nature was thoroughly appeased by the mixture of shade and heat. Closing his eyes, he simply let the heat and vibrations he could feel through his body soothe him into something of a stupor.