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Tweak says, "I'd rather have you."

Garnet (damenocturne) wrote in nybynightic,
@ 2020-06-19 13:06:00

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activity type: ic/ooc, character: amadeus lazarus, character: anastasia thorne, character: ariel lee underwood, character: ash turner, character: devan modi, character: dominique august, character: felix moon, character: garnet winters, character: julian blackwood, character: kjell, character: leo thayer, character: sloane marlowe, character: sunni day

WHO: Kindred of New York
WHEN: June 19th; an hour after sunset til dawn
WHERE: A grand ballroom
WHAT: A ~~distraction~~ masquerade!
WARNINGS: TBD

MASQUERADE

Distraction? What distraction?
This is simply a party for the New York Kindred!

Garnet rented out one of the fanciest ballrooms in the city for this event. Grand staircase entrance? Check. Gold gilding everywhere? Check. Blood from the bag and vein? Check. If someone doesn't have a mask, the hostess has many spares, all curated from either her personal collection or friends from the Paris court. Ghouls and human thralls are invited as well.

Requested dress code is anything dressy from the kindred's era. If not, a suit will do just fine. Be as overstated as you wish! In need of something sparkly to go with your look? The hostess also has you covered!

All Elysium rules apply.

Vampires all over the city wake the evening of the 19th to an elegant invitation with the details to the party set for an hour after sunset. At the bottom, in block font instead of script, is Garnet's contact information, just in case of questions. Of course, in her true fashion, the paper is framed in a sparkle that, thankfully, doesn't come off like real glitter. From all accounts, it looks like something that was in the plans for months, rather than the few short days it took. Once a Toreador has a project in their hands, they don't let go, so to speak. One is even sent to the Prince and Primogen, in case they decide to make an appearance.

While there is a DJ, there will also be a string band in attendance. Both will take requests. Dance, drink, be merry. Not too merry, of course, there are eyes everywhere, watching and waiting. © tessisamess

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Ash & Kjell

kjellhound
2020-06-27 04:36 am UTC (link)

"Yes. You do," Kjell agreed, turning back to Ash but only to remove the man's hand from his sleeve. His pale fingers were long and callused and tipped with black claws, though his grip wasn't particularly firm and didn't match this fierce presentation. Not yet, anyway. "Regardless, this is not personal. I would say no to anyone. You will have to make do." This was, he knew, more difficult for Toreadors than others. Especially the older ones. But he couldn't allow that to become his problem....no matter how pitiful Ash looked and sounded.

"...Your fascination will pass."

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Ash & Kjell

ashenwings
2020-06-27 04:49 am UTC (link)

Instead of fully removing his hand from the Nosferatu's sleeve, he twisted his hand so their fingers were twined together - palm to palm. It was a tricky move but rough fingers to rough fingers, they were loosely bound for the moment. He didn't seem to notice the claws or how unearthly long the other's fingers were.

Ash was simply staring into entrancing golden eyes. "You know very little of my fascinations," his tone was almost teasing but didn't quite make it there. "What if I said I would owe you a favour?" Those weren't easy words for him. Ash hated owing favors - but for this gorgeous specimen, yes, he would make an exception. "And if you deny even that, you could at least grace me with the knowledge of your name."

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Ash & Kjell

kjellhound
2020-06-27 05:15 am UTC (link)

Such moments of physical contact were rare for Kjell and he was too focused on the strangeness of it to immediately react. The fact that he could leave their hands that way occurred to him. The fact that he could dig his claws into Ash's brazen hand, potentially damaging his precious artist's instrument, also occurred to him. In the end, though, he drew back and scowled. "I do not need a favor from you," he returned stiffly, "But...you may have my name. It would not be difficult to discover. I am Kjell."

While there was no hint of an accent when he spoke anymore, his pronunciation of the name and the name itself were far less mysterious than Ash's accent. It was Norwegian. Just like the ensemble he'd (somewhat reluctantly) worn for this occasion. But the Toreador knowing that didn't bother him; it wasn't a secret. For a Nosferatu, he had relatively few secrets of his own.

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Ash & Kjell

ashenwings
2020-06-27 05:44 am UTC (link)

Ah, there was the in - touch-starved as so many Nosferatu were. If Ash were cruel, he could work that angle and abandon Kjell as soon as he had what he wanted. He was not cruel - or at least, he liked to think he wasn't. He expected his forgotten childer would disagree. "Kjell," he repeated perfectly, committing it to memory.

"Nordic, I expect. I always enjoyed that part of the world in the winter - the Polar Nights of the north country, the snow-covered mountains. So picturesque," he could have enthused more, picking out the artists like Asta Nørregaard who he had met once in the Salon de Paris but he refrained from doing so. "It makes sense now... Your eyes are like the stars burning in the deep, dark night," while he spoke, he stepped closer, still staring into Kjell's eyes unblinking as was often his way.

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Ash & Kjell

kjellhound
2020-06-27 06:17 am UTC (link)

Kjell's memories of his homeland were not nearly so romantic. Unlike Ash, he'd lived through those bitterly cold, endlessly dark winters as a poor mortal man and he knew that those polar nights were as cruel as they were beautiful. Perhaps Ash knew too and didn't care. Either way, he had nothing to say about the snow-covered mountains or the way his eyes apparently resembled stars burning in the deep, dark night.

"...The spring is better," he returned simply, holding up his hand between them as Ash tried to step close again. The Toreador was persistent but he wasn't willing to be drawn in by his purple prose or longing gazes. "If you think this will change my answer, it will not."

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Ash & Kjell

ashenwings
2020-06-27 06:32 am UTC (link)

Stopped again, Ash sighed despondently and pushed himself onto the railing, sitting perched. On the one hand, he was more and more disappointed in Kjell's reluctance. On the other hand, the Nosferatu had yet to try and leave once more - or use his clan's ability to vanish. One as age'd as this one might be could do great things with it, he was sure. Great and terrible things.

"I do enjoy the colors of spring, it's true, even though they are a lie. Beautiful foliage screaming look at me, fuck me, to other bits of foliage who are also screaming look at me, fuck me whilst we pretend they are something more," there was a bitterness seeping into his voice that he didn't want to acknowledge. A chill went down his spine and he seemed to become small as he glanced down at the swirling colors below, "All the beautiful foliage..."

Ash pressed his lips into a thin line and looked back to Kjell, "I do not. I will persist but you have deigned to remain for the moment so I am carrying on conversating."

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Ash & Kjell

kjellhound
2020-06-27 02:05 pm UTC (link)

"Nature does not have the capacity to lie. The flowers are what they are. Whatever we may or may not attribute to them, whatever expectations we might create..." Kjell trailed off and shrugged his gaunt shoulders. This was all getting a bit philosophical and self-indulgent for him; he didn't know what else to say and he didn't understand the impact it seemed to have on Ash, though he did see it. The shudder. The way that he seemed to draw into himself as he looked down at the crowd below. He folded his arms, going quiet until the Toreador turned back to him and called him out on his continued presence.

He wasn't certain why he was still here either, really. But he could see now that it wasn't improving matters.

"...Then I will simplify the situation," he answered, nodding toward the other man, "Have a good evening, Ash...and stay out of trouble." With that, he did what the Toreador had anticipated he might, disappearing from sight in one smooth turn before he finally walked away.

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