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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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Anastasia & Felix

moonstruckmoon
2020-06-27 04:46 am UTC (link)

Despite the momentary sense of understanding -- perhaps even kinship -- that came in discussing art, Felix hadn't forgotten the thorns and he tensed again as Anastasia touched him. Even so, he intended to follow through on all they'd discussed. He'd show her his work. He'd stay out of trouble. He'd learn. He nodded in sincere, silent agreement.

But...there was something that he was curious about. After a moment of working up the nerve to ask, he added, "...Why do you call me that?"

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Anastasia & Felix

sharpthornes
2020-06-27 08:27 am UTC (link)

"That is why I call you that," Anastasia pointed out having noticed him having to get the nerve to ask her. She had been noticing the nervous reactions he had among the kindred even before tonight. "You're like a young bird that has just been pushed from the nest into a pride of lions. You flit back and forth but everywhere you turn is another predator in your way and it makes you tremble. You could sing, spread your wings and fly if only you could find the courage to do so."

She let her fingers linger for a moment before she dropped her hand. "Try not to let the lions eat you, malen'kaya ptitsa."

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Anastasia & Felix

moonstruckmoon
2020-06-27 02:22 pm UTC (link)

This silenced Felix for a long moment and his dark eyes turned toward the floor as Anastasia drew back her hand. "...Do you know of anyone like me that's learned to fly?" In some ways, what she was encouraging him to do seemed impossible. Even if he stopped making mistakes, the reason that most Kindred looked down on him had little to do with his actions. He was a Thin-Blood. He'd been a ghoul. He was a mistake without a sire or anyone in his corner.

Sometimes, thinking about it made him so afraid he didn't want to leave his apartment at all.

He forced himself to meet her gaze again and smiled a little, but there wasn't any happiness in it. "...Feels a bit like my wings are clipped. You know?"

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Anastasia & Felix

sharpthornes
2020-06-28 12:02 pm UTC (link)

Anastasia regarded Felix for a moment before answering honestly. "No, little bird, I have not." She took his hand so that she could rub the pad of her thumb over the brand that was there. That very visible reminder to all of just what he was. A pale imitation of what they were but more than a human or a ghoul. "I don't know of any because must thin-bloods spend their lives hiding from the Camarilla or end up with the Anarchs. It is unusual for a thin-blood who has been thrown to our not so tender mercies to be allowed to live."

Not that Anastasia thought it much of a life that he was living. They were forced to live in the dark. It didn't mean they had to hide in the shadows as well. What she was encouraging was dangerous for one such as him but why continue existing if one was not willing to take the risk.

"Be that as it may, remember that clipped wings molt and grow anew allowing a bird to fly once more. Whether you allow your wings to be clipped again is up to you."

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Anastasia & Felix

moonstruckmoon
2020-06-29 02:57 pm UTC (link)

Anastasia taking Felix's hand softened the sting of her words, but only a little, and he joined her in looking at the brand on his hand. For many Kindred, it was enough to define him and it wasn't difficult to understand why most other Thin Bloods took on lives of isolation or ended up turning against the Camarilla. But he didn't want to spend his life hiding or fighting. He just wanted find some kind of peace and focus on his work. Whether or not that was even possible, though...he didn't know. And it didn't seem like the Keeper of Elysium did either.

But he wanted to fly again.

He gave a small nod and an even smaller smile. But there was genuine and obvious gratitude in it. "...I'll remember. I think it might be my new mantra."

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