F01 - Blackbook, Grand Opening Pt. II

[Luke Pendragon 0]

Luke was in a very peculiar mood today. He had walked around a party, letting his guard down for the first time in a long time. He’d been assured that this was a safe area and while he could never truly trust anyone in this world, he found himself feeling relaxed. He hadn’t known that the drink he’d had was spiked with something bizarre. 

His first clue should have been the swirling colors that made him stare absent mindedly a bit too long at people’s clothing as he walked around. He felt himself put on a giddy smile, wondering what the hell was going on. 

“Would anyone like to dance?” he asked, perhaps a bit too loudly. He nearly fell over as he bumped into someone who was dancing nearby. They shoved him back and rolled their eyes before returning to their date. 

A date… why hadn’t he come with one? 

 

[Hirru 0]

He let her choose, and her choice was enough for him.  Tying the mask upon him, he would watch her do the same before they would find themselves back into the dim lighting, odd smells, fine music, and the soft muffles of voices here and there.  Upon entering the main area, their names appear, as if the place was made to keep the truth only if you wished it.  Hirru wouldn't need to glance up to see it.  He trusted her to enough to give him her name, as he did for her.  No, his eyes were now slowly scanning the area, as a certain someone was no longer at the bar.  No, they were now in the arms of someone upon the dance floor, although she seemed quite drunk and out of herself, maybe.  It also seemed that she was probably where she wanted to be.  He would give a quick smile before being brought back to this own present company, with a very specific question.  What happened to him and that scar?

"That..."

He hesitated before slowly bringing her to one of the sofas dotting the edges of the room.

"..Is another story."

He would say while helping her to sit down comfortably.

"One that has no beginning..."

Softly he spoke before he would sit down, as well, taking the cushion next to her.  Settling in as he finished his sentence.

"..and is still ongoing."

He would tell them one day, but today was not that day.  Not that he wanted to add suspense, but there were reasons for not wanting to speak openly about his issue.  Especially in an open environment like this.  Another day; another time.

"Though, it does not have an answer that even I like, and yet I do not want to spin it another way.  It is not a tall tale, one that one can weave and dance around, embellishing their claims, or some other thing.."

He would gaze in to those inquistive eyes, all the more seeking answers that he may yet give.  He wanted to give in, but this was not something he wished to willingly give.  Instead, he would continue the story where he left off.

"Speaking of weird things.. where was I?"

@Vanta

Hirru stats

Hirru Lvl 35 (PL 74) True LVL: 109 / True Tier: 11

Edited 13 hours ago by Hirru

[Cascade 0]

~PH~

[Luke Pendragon 0]

A breeze rushed in through a window that had been cracked open. This time of year he expected chilly weather. He felt hot in this party so the breeze was welcome. People seemed to be dancing all around him. He continued to watch them, somehow feeling that if he waited long enough someone would approach him. He was feeling far too shy to go out and find someone to dance with. He thought to himself that he might just stand here all night, and he probably wouldn't be any worse for wear if he did.

He took another sip from his drink against his better judgement. He felt his mind start to wander as he did so. He started counting things around him - the number of red dresses, ponytails, chairs, tables. The numbers he counted started floating around him. He finally realized that his drink must have been spiked with something. 

[Ceres 0]

Ceres was still at the food table, having no real interest in dancing, and absolutely no interest in kissing or dating or anything of the like that the rest of the patrons seemed to be interested in. No, her desires were far more simple. Just enjoy herself, maybe meet new people, try to find her friend Accy - and eat good food. And wouldn't you know it, good food was right in front of her.

"Hmm...." A finger tapped her lightly glossed lips. She had tried the small dumplings, the little pigs in blankets, she had eaten the more fancier things - canapes of rosemary, thyme and a variety of cheeses - but in the center of the table sat a giant round of caviar. Ceres never really had caviar before. There were three things she had known about caviar. Number one; it was fish eggs, and apparently super duper pretentiously fancy.  Number two; some people had special caviar spoons made of opal, and it was these spoons that she spotted placed around the caviar round, in an aesthetic circle. And third - that you were supposed to push the eggs to the top of your palette to eat them, let them melt - no chewing.

"I doubt I'll ever have the chance to eat this....so...." A slender arm reached out to pick up one of the spoons. she unceremoniously dug a hole straight in the middle of the caviar round, again, completely oblivious to social decorum. she dug out a large chunk of it and stuck it in her mouth. She let it melt on her palette, but also couldnt help but chew some of the eggs.

"Hmmm...." A tilt of her head to the side; rose-colored hair spilling over bare shoulders- it wasn't fishy like she thought it would be, it was almost like nut butter? Why was this so expensive???

She opened her lavender eyes, and they landed on a man nearby, with a drink in his hand. He swayed a little, Ceres assumed from intoxication. Many people had taken that quest after all. He had blue eyes and hair like the midnight sky. He was alone. Ceres smiled brightly as she dipped the spoon (that she already had eaten off mind you) back into the caviar, and turned to face him.

"Hey... did you want to try some? They say its expensive but I don't understand...." Her voice was airy, soft. "Try?" She asked, pressing the spoon closer.
 

@Luke Pendragon

[Jevi 0]

Ill get this up at some point

[Reytac 0]

Reytac blinked and looked over to the woman talking with him, raising one eyebrow as he considered not just her question, but also the way she had scrambled to justify what she’d asked. He chuckled, the sound soft, almost lost to the music that filled the air, and he leaned back against the bar as he let his eyes wander across the crowd of people around them. 

”First, you don’t have to defend yourself. You're fine to ask – I’d talk about her at the drop of a hat. And age doesn’ aalways play a role in emotions – obviously you have to keep things appropriate, but – well.  If you’re thinking you don’t want to find someone because you’re afraid they’d slow you down, or hold you back, then you’ve had exposure to the wrong kind of relationships in the past.” He lifted his glass and took a sip from it, letting it burn down his throat to sit in the warm ball in his stomach. His eyes drifted closed as he thought about her. Focusing not on his fears and worries, but on the laughter and smiles they’d shared. 

” A good, healthy relationship? Will be someone who supports you in what you’re trying to do, in your goals. Someone who challenges you and makes you think, tries to inspire you to be better, to be more. My wife, didn’t have the best life when she was young. Lot of mess and drama that’s not really important here. I’ve done my best to help her, make her see the wonderful woman I know was hidden away behind pain and fear. Now, she laughs and smiles so much more, gets obsessed with true crime shows.” Reytac rocked his shoulders, making them pop slightly as he cracked open an eye to look at Lynn. She still looked nervous, was probably still worried. 

”And now she’s the one who was pressing me forward. To pursue the things that made me happy, not just drain myself in a job that was slapping the life and joy out of me, but paid enough to take care of our family. Th one who pushed me to do more, try and achieve more. She’s smart, and funny, but so damn caring she tries to help whoever she can, even if it ends up burning her. And I wouldn’t have her any other way – if I tried to stop her from reaching out to those in need, I feel like I’d be stifling a core part of who she is.” He lifted up his glass and drained it, setting the empty back down on the bar top with a clink as he sighed softly. For a moment he thought he felt hands on his shoulders, and lips pressing against the top of his head, and his eyes clenched shut as he drew in a ragged breath, before shoving it away. This wasn’t the time or place for morose ponderings. 

”So tell me about these projects of yours you mentioned Miss Az, if you can? Most of those I’ve talked to try not to think about their lives outside, so you've got me curious.”

 

 

@Azhoda