Counting Bodies Like Sheep

“Is it because you dislike the subject, dislike parties in general, or would rather be mingling as an equal than a slave?” Celebrations at home had been mostly holiday based and nothing else, but he still had not wanted to attend. Being with certain people was nice, but an entire village was less than pleasant. Here, there were far more people than had been in his home town. Too many people in one place made his hunger that much harder to keep in check. 

He was silent while he waited for the slave to describe the taste of merfolk. If pressed, he would have assumed they tasted more like fish or human depending on where someone bit into them. Not being particularly fond of fish in general, he knew that going for their upper half would be his preferred method of consumption if he happened to have the opportunity. “Interesting.” 

“To use your chicken and turkey analogy, a witch has leaner muscle than most humans, but the tastes are very similar. They are a bit more delicate so the bones are more likely to get caught in one’s throat, but they are easier to tear into.” Perhaps it was because without magic, a pure human relied on only their muscles and thus those were more developed.” 

“A combination of the first two, but definitely not the third... I know I’m a slave, and I don’t have a problem with that.” Of course, he isn’t exactly happy about being a slave in a sex castle, but he was aware of his place in life and he had no qualms about serving vampires. He just wasn’t a sex slave; he might be good at sex, but it wasn’t what he had been bred for. “These sort of parties just... remind me of the past.” Of his master, mostly, but he doubted that the wendigo wanted to hear anything about that. As far as he knew, the guard was just humoring him.

But at the very least, he was giving him a conversation he could actually be somewhat interested in. Knowing what other species tasted like? It was definitely something that not many species could talk about - unless they were carnivorous, like they were. “That actually makes sense...” Amod spoke with a nod, imagining just how a witch would taste. Really, though, he never tried to go after a witch... He hated the fact that they had magic, and that was one of the few things that could subdue him.

That was how the procurers managed to capture him, after all.

“Here’s a question... Do you just eat the flesh, or do you eat all of the meat?” he assumed that the other male ate all of the meat, given that he spoke about bones, but he had thought that wendigos only cared about flesh. Perhaps he was wrong...

“Oh! So you got the cool part of the dragon then!” Being half something was really strange to a merman who had only interacted with full blooded species for most of his life. He wondered how the traits were divided up. “Do all gargoyles look like that or did you get lucky?” He huffed softly as the other tapped his collar. While Taras could temporarily get his tail back, mermen were only allowed that out of necessity. If he could have survived in purely human form, he was sure the guards would never let him return to his tail. “Sorry.” 

Being able to breed people sounded both really cool and somehow, really tedious. “Did you ever get bored having sex with random people?” 

Thinking about the slaves who had been bitten, he winced. “Sounds painful for ‘em.” In terms of physical strength, Taras knew he would end up on the bottom of most relationships and someone just manhandling him and attacking was a bit terrifying. At least in the water, he could outswim them and get away if he really wanted to. On land, he was useless.

“Now I don’t know about that... The cool part about being a dragon is being able to breathe fire. Now that is something I’d love to have.” Not to mention it would be handy, but the wolf half of his heritage prevented him from being able to achieve a flame - whether that was the case for just him or all gargoyles, he wasn’t sure, but he hoped that it was just a genetic flaw of being a gargoyle and not just his lineage. Otherwise, he’d be really, really pissed. “But for the most part? Yeah... We just look like really big, demonic wolves with wings.” Even his brothers looked like that, though of course they had been substantially bigger.

Still, hearing the other ask about sex had Amod shaking his head. “Hell no... I like having sex... and there’s a thrill about fucking someone you don’t know... It gets me hard just thinking about it.” Okay, that was an exaggeration - with how his briefs fitted him, and with them being wet, it would’ve been obvious if he started to get aroused. “What about you? Got any fish-kids out in the waters somewhere?”

Deimos took in the other’s face and found he quite liked it. He was a very handsome man. Hell, most of the men here was handsome as sin. He took another drink of his beer and smirked at him. “I’m claimed so i’m using my master’s money. You want one?” gestured to the bar behind him. “I’m sure my master won’t mind, even if he did I don’t care.”

He offered a hand to the slave. “Deimos. Resident nightmare demon at your service.” He said with a smirk. He was in a good mood so he called the bartender over. “Get this guy whatever he wants on Matthew’s tab as well.”

Claimed. That certainly explained how the other male managed to get a drink. The gargoyle was about to cut his losses quick when the other male spoke again, asking if he wanted one. Part of him wanted to say no, but really... when was he going to get the chance to get a drink again? “Just one, though... Not gonna put you out and get your master pissed off,” Amod spoke with a light chuckle as he looked at the bartender. “Just a bourbon, thanks.”

Shifting his attention back to the male, he moved to give his hand to the other, shaking it firmly. “Deimos for a demon, eh? Bit on the nose, don’t you think?” His words were playful, teasing. “But I’m Amod... gargoyle known as the beast and the vampire killer.” Whether the male would have heard the rumors about him or not, he wasn’t sure - but he did know that the guards and the vampires liked talking about the beast that killed his own master.

This took the boy by surprise. “Y-You what?” He was a bit nervous now, but he knew the other couldn’t hurt him. Aside from the collar, Silver was claimed. So if this man even slightly bruised Silver, his master could punish him. “Why? Why is everyone I run into wanting to kill humans?” Okay maybe a dumb question given how horrid he learned humans could be, but still. “I mean, right about now I guess humans and vampire are equals in damage done to others, but not all of us are like that.” The human didn’t like the idea of being grouped in with the bad ones. 

“Compared to some of the other people I’ve become friends with I hardly doubt you’re worse. Besides, I’ve got a master. Which means we can make a deal. We don’t have to be friends, but you stick with me and I stick with you. Help each other out. I can get you a warm shower, food, you know everything the undercroft lacks. And in return if I need you for… oh let’s say training or helping take an ear off a fae, we can make it work.” While Silver may be small and a bit meak, he wasn’t dumb. The boy knew how to bargain, and for the most part, smooth talk a good deal into someone’s ear. 

A smirk pulled at the corners of his lips when he heard the other vocalize his being taken aback, relishing in it. It was what he was expecting, after all, given that most humans squirmed at the thought of something actually eating them. Once upon a time, they thought that they were the apex predator but that was certainly not true - and were it not for vampires liking humans and their blood, he was sure that their species would have died out many years ago. “Easy... Because I was hungry,” Amod spoke, answering the other’s question - it might’ve been rhetoric, he wasn’t sure, but he’ll be damned if he didn’t answer it.

Still, though, as the other continued to speak, Amod felt his lips purse as he let his thumb flatten out the piece of tape against the wall, listening to the human’s proposition was... intriguing, to say the least. Of course, a warm shower wasn’t something he needed - his body temperature was so high, he didn’t even feel how cold the water was in the Undercroft - but being able to get fresh meat instead of stuff that was cooked or a day old? That was definitely intriguing.

“And how do you expect me to take the ear off a fae?” Amod asked, turning to look over his shoulder at the human, brow arching upwards as arms moved to cross over his chest. Gaze flickered over to the guard for a moment, and while the man looked bored, he was sure that he was listening. “I’m bound by shackles and if I hurt anything, I’m to be punished accordingly.”

Josh was having fun decorating cookies and cupcakes to his heart desire. Even if it was something he could do in daily basis if he wanted, but there was something about the Christmas spirit in the air. It was not that he was avoiding certain people. Of course not! He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard someone talking to him as he looked up from the now smudged Christmas tree cookie he was decorating, “Goodness! You scared me,” he offered a smile, “Sorry! Yes, yes, I am having fun with these,” he pointed to the tray in front of him not getting if the other man was being serious or not, “Do you want to try?” he said offering a plate with cookies.

Of course the guy didn’t drop it… Conall was starting to think that maybe he was missing something and the whole situation was starting to feel very uncomfortable. He really didn’t have a clue who the guy was but he quickly got his face away from the water so he could see again, his eyebrows furrowing together deeper and deeper at each species being thrown at him. Of course he hadn’t killed anything like a dragon or a demon or a vampire… he’d hunted before, killed for food, wrestled hard with his pack but never even thought of killing like what the guy seemed to be implying. 

He turned himself slightly, squaring up with the guy as he approached, giving him a quick once over as he licked his lips and tried to figure out how to proceed. Clearly, he’d fucked up somehow, whether the guards were fucking with him or something else but he definitely hadn’t handled the situation correctly and had somehow offended the guy’s ego. The last thing he wanted was a fight or proving he wasn’t an omega whatever that would entail. He just wanted to find Aiden… 

“I’m not an omega,” he said calmly, keeping his voice low but not aggressive, pulling out all the beta stops he could think of to placate an angry alpha, “I don’t know what the guards are playing at but I just got back from being stuck in one of the master’s suites for a month so I really don’t know who you are and I apologize for underestimating you. I haven’t killed a dragon or anything like that… biggest thing was an elk back home in Ireland with my pack… if you wanna fuck, I’m down for it,” he let his eyes move down the other slave’s body, slower this time, appreciating every muscle and sinew before moving back up to make eye contact, “Not interested in fighting though, if that’s what the guards are wanting, is it really something you wanna give them?” he cocked his head slightly to the side and smiled lightly, showing a bit of submission to the guy, hoping to appease his wounded pride or whatever he was dealing with, “We’re on the same side, my friend.” 

Whether his gambit proved successful or not, he would find out in the next few moments. Though he didn’t want to fight, he was standing strong and prepared to defend himself if necessary. 

As the other male turned to face him, he noticed his stance - he was squaring up, ready to stand his ground, and that only had him smirking. While Amod didn’t have anything against the other male, he was itching for a fight and the closest he had gotten to it was getting abused by a master and sparring with a guard. And one thing that Amod had learned early on was that fighting was in his blood, and that he needed to fight in order to keep himself sane, so even though the other male admitted that he didn’t want to fight, Amod didn’t care.

Nor did he care when the other tried to turn it back on him, asking him if it was something he wanted to give the guards if this was what they are wanting. “Or maybe they want a good show... Fucking would give them that, too... but I don’t want that.” Not right now, anyway. No, he wanted to fuck the other once he agreed that he was his superior. “No, I want to show you that we aren’t on the same side. You’re just a beta, just a wolf... you’re weak.” The words came out of his lips easily, hoping to provoke the other or get him in a position where he’d want to fight.

Carter’s Alpha instincts was on high alert and he fought to keep his hackles down. If the other male wanted to fight he was all too happy to oblige him, but he didn’t want to have some animal fight in the middle of the castle especially during Christmas. 

Carter looked over at the guard in question and winced a bit. “Yeah, he can be a total ass.” He looked back at the gargoyle and looked him over. “That outfit is damn hideous.” He commented as he looked back up at his face. “Take off that outfit first and I’ll agree. The outfit alone would kill my boner.” He said with a sniff as he picked up a cookie and shoved it at the gargoyle’s face. “Also you need to learn to smile better. You look like your grimacing in pain.”

He walked off back towards the guard and after a few words he handed over the chain to Carter and walked off. He walked back to Amod and nodded, “Let’s go.”

Truthfully, Amod didn’t want to fight - it was just his instincts that had him immediately on alert, venom thickening his tone and causing his hackles to bristle. Being the product of two of the most temperamental beasts meant that sometimes you temper did get ahead of you, but at the very least, Amod had spent many centuries learning how to hone it and rein it in - especially around his superiors. That was why, even though the scent of gargoyle on the other immediately had him wanting to growl, he was able to remain cordial.

Even when the other shoved a cookie into his face. Amod didn’t say anything, though, because what could he say? Yeah, working on my smile is definitely at the top of my to-do list at a castle full of sex-slaves that I was sent to for being framed for killing my master... I’ll get to it. No, instead he kept his mouth shut and did as he was instructed, proving that he could follow orders despite what people no doubt thought of him. He had a long history of doing as he was instructed, but because of what people perceived to be his last kill, they saw him as nothing more than his nickname... the beast.

Once the singlet was off and he was standing naked, his cock thick and impressive even in this flaccid state, he held it in his hands and nodded as he began to follow the other male. “You know, you’re only the fourth gargoyle I’ve met,” Amod started, trying to spark some kind of conversation with the man. “And two of them were my brothers.”

  Marcus sat as he looked at some messages he got and chuckled, smiling to himself for a moment taking a sip of his drink when he saw and noticed the other close by and smiled. “So, you must be Amod,” he said looking at the handsome male up and down for a moment. “You are one handsome creature and why don’t you have a seat.” he added. The hybrid had eyes and ears around the castle and he had heard about the male and read reports and thought it would be interesting to have an interaction with them. “Would you like something to drink?” @amodthebeast​

   Marcellino sometimes graced the castle’s gym with his presence usually just relying on the pool in his own suite, and doing other smaller workouts in the large open space. Today though he was in the mood to use the stationary bike while looking over reports that had come in from Malta. However as he was getting his headphones out, and setting up the piece of workout equipment set up for his use, he paused when he heard a rather loud commotion coming from the sparring area, decided that he would take some time to see the fight if it was really that good. 

Arms crossed over his chest he watched as a slave fought against one of the castle’s guards. The guards often looked down on many of the slaves, they thought they were their superior, mainly because of the fact the collars they wore were different. However what many of the guards seemed to fail to realize was that without their collars many of the slaves would find it very easy to break the guards. The other true of the matter was that both of them, regardless of what kind of collar it was, wore a collar. They both were beneath their vampire overlords. 

When the slave finally defeated the guard, everyone began to disperse, but Marcellino remained watching how the guard departed before his eyes fell back upon the slave. When the slave dropped his weapon, and tried to explain how the guard challenged him, as if he was going to be punished, the councilman chuckled. “Inside of the gym, especially in the sparring ring, it doesn’t matter if you are a master, a slave, or a guard. The only thing that matters is, if you win or not. Clearly the guard failed to realize what he was challenging. What is your name?” 

The gargoyle wasn’t sure how the vampire in front of him would take to the idea of him wielding a weapon - even if it was a training one - and with his reputation, he knew that most would be put off by the very idea of him holding anything resembling a weapon. It was why his first instinct was to throw the weapon to the ground, wanting to disarm himself and show that he wasn’t a threat to anyone, and it was also why he tried to offer an explanation. After all, he didn’t want someone to think that he had challenged someone just to get his hands on a weapon.

But then the master chuckled, and Amod had to take a deep breath, trying to gauge who this man was. And more importantly... why he didn’t seem too concerned with the famed “vampire killer” holding a weapon or being out of his shackles. “Amod, sir,” the slave answered, bowing his head in a show of respect - as a wolf hybrid, exposing his neck was a sign of loyalty and submission, and even though Amod was strong and capable of death... He still knew where in life he stood.

Leon’s eyes narrowed, pleased with the slave’s response. “Lucky for you, I enjoy a bit of nerve from time to time,” he confessed, quick to add, “So long as you don’t forget your place.” His hand slid down Amod’s arm and to his wrist, bringing it to his lips. He turned the other’s wrist slightly towards him before his fangs punctured the skin and the vampire drank.

Truthfully, Amod didn’t think he had nerve - all of the slaves there were to serve vampires, after all, so he didn’t see why it seemed to be that he had offended the male for approaching him. Still, he kept his smile as the male continued to speak and as he felt those fangs prick against his skin, he couldn’t help but groan lightly. Some slaves may have been against the idea of being fed from but Amod didn’t mind it - if anything, it brought together a combination of pain and pleasure. “My blood has a tendency to make someone want to fuck or fight... if it has that affect on you, sir, I will more than oblige to help you tend to those urges.”

there were definitely a lot of options when it came to decorations. he saw candies, chocolates, marshmallows, candy canes, and a whole bunch of other things. he was already starting to make a gameplan in his head about what he wanted to do. “not? really?” he looked up at the man that he figured was running this station. “i get not really having that much of a ‘sweet tooth’ but not liking sweets at all? that seems a bit crazy to me.” of course, everyone was different. personally, he loved candy. he wasn’t eating it every second of the day but he always had a pack or two of skittles in his shop.

“Well, I’m allergic to chocolate,” Amod started as he grabbed one of the gingerbread pieces that he was sure to be a wall. Really, he had no idea what to do with any of it, but the guards did tell him to try and take part in some of the activities. “And I just... don’t really like sweets? I’m definitely more of a meat guy.” The gargoyle paused for a moment before he laughed, realizing how that sounded. “Closest to sweet I’ll come to is like... maple bacon or something. Anything more and I don’t really care for it.” His diet, really, only consisted of meat and while he has tried other things, he tended to always fall back towards meat.

Quinn chuckled as he heard the other man’s words. “Then you are a wise one.” Quinn said with a grin. “Take vampires and us hybrids, for example. I may appear young, but I’m actually quite older. I believe the same could be said about everyone in just about every aspect of life.” Quinn said with a shrug of his shoulders. “I’ve lived on this earth to long and witnessed to much prejudice and underestimation to make the same mistake.” Quinn said with a chuckle and a shake of his head. 

Quinn smirked as he heard the other man’s response and the humor in it as they shook hands. “I bet those lips of yours can do rather divine things, Amod.” Quinn purred with a grin. When they stood in front of his suite, Quinn grinned as he opened the door and gestured to it. “Go on in, handsome! Gives me some time to enjoy the view.” Quinn joked playfully. Quinn’s suite was a rather bright and playful suite that was decorated in a varierty of colors and material. Yet it seemed tastefully done. 

A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips as the vampire spoke, not really needing an explanation on how one could be underestimated because of how they looked - after all, it was something he had been accustomed to since birth. People often underestimate him, whether it was his master or the many men that couldn’t believe he was the infamous “Beast” that could take down creatures bigger than he. “In my experience, underestimating your opponent often leads to one’s downfall.” Many people focus in on their weaknesses, but they often forget that their opponents have strengths, too.

“Indeed…” the master chuckled, a genuine smile appearing on his face at the other’s words “…well, I’ll say this much for you, you are certainly intelligent enough to evade a question, with some considerable grace, I might add…”

Rune brought his hand up “In my experience, such flawless tact and subtlety only comes about from many decades of experience in dealing with pompous vampires…so I believe you when you say you are extremely experienced in serving, and I don’t doubt your capacity to kill…”

The vampire’s eyes flitted towards the guard, once more flaring ice blue “You will remove this man’s chains and shackles…and you will find him something more fitting to wear than something that looks like it came from a bargain-basement Christmas porno…” the gaze made it clear Rune’s previous comment about the guard speaking resulting in his death still applied “…and should Amod choose to kill you in the process, well then, that would indicate he is a better guard than you…”

Rune’s eyes returned to their normal colour as his gaze slipped back to the slave. “Once you are properly clothed and we won’t be interrupted every few moments by others of my kin dribbling over your physique, I would appreciate it if you would join me for a drink in the main hall…where we can discuss the un-answered question in more detail…”

The master turned to walk down the hall, before glancing over his shoulder. “What drink should I order for you, Amod?”

One thing that Amod had learned over his years was the mere fact that vampires liked hearing what they wanted to hear - and he also knew how to blend that with the truth, ensuring that they knew what he was saying would be true as well. Of course, Amod wasn’t going to go into all of the details... the man before him wasn’t one that he knew, and while he did ask a simple question, he wasn’t sure what sort of reaction would be waiting for him. Was he hoping Amod would deny the accusations so that he could punish him? He wasn’t sure, but Amod certainly wasn’t going to find out.

Before he had a chance to speak, however, the aswang had turned to the guard and began to order him, and that only had Amod even more uneasy. Not because he was afraid, but because he wasn’t sure why the man was being so... nice. Perhaps he just wanted to get his hopes up before he killed him? It wasn’t something that Amod could blame the master, as that only made the kill that much sweeter, but it had him apprehensive to say the least.

At the very least, the main hall was a public space - but even then, the people that would be in there would either be other masters or slaves being forced to decorate it for the upcoming ball. “A bourbon, sir,” Amod answered, giving the master a small smile. “Thank you.” With that, he turned and had the guard leading him back to the Undercroft - where he handed him a pair of slacks and a button-up shirt. Once those were on, he headed back to the hall with the guard escorting him... this time without the shackles and the chain, and as he stepped inside, his gaze scanned the room, looking for the aswang and wondering just where this conversation would lead.

Lucien abhorred Christmas. Not because it was his birthday and his twin brothers as well, but because of what was expected of him on that day. Socializing and wasting time networking when he could be using his time more productively in his lab. Unfortunately he knew when he’d agreed to become the councilman of France that his life would change and normally he enjoyed the role because it gave him face time with Zeph or it should have, but he’d actually been spending more time with Syd, which was his own complication in his life.

Nothing had been turning out the way it was meant to, which Lucien was growing used to with the unknown variable of other masters and their strong personalities, though he found it rather annoying Syd and Raiden liked to treat him more as a slave than a true master and he was very tried of the disrespect he was given by most. Lucien was a Gaudet, one of the most renowned scientists in hybridization, genetics, and virology. The number of doctorates and patents he held, he dared another vampire to try and rival him. He’d designed many of the devises currently being used in hospitals for operating and the like. He had every right to act better than those he shared the castle with because he was better than them. 

Of course because of his obsession with reputation Lucien knew full well, even with Syd and Raiden, he couldn’t raise a hand to them without tarnishing his it. He needed powerful slaves to fight his battles as Lucien was no fighter by any definition of the word. He only killed out of necessity and it was done either via feeding or experimentation, but neither way held any violence on his end. Yes the experiments may be considered inhumane and the reactions violent, but it was no actual violence driven by Lucien. The most he’d ever done to raise his hand against anyone was for a slap that usually went to Zeph.

Currently the master was sipping a glass of blood wine feeling far more relaxed than he should. Despite being a vampire that change did not fully rewire his mind meaning his absolutely terror of large rooms and groups of people did not diminish in anyway. In fact most of his neurotic tendencies seemed to grow worse and Lucien had a great many things he either did not like or would cause him such anxiety he’d just completely shut down. Lucien was a scientist though and so he made a pill to deal with such anxiety or he’d been working on it as well as his 50 other projects and this one was pushed to the side for others that took precedence until he realized the ball was right around the corner and he’d quickly finished it. Lucien trusted his abilities minus not having slept in a few weeks because he was Lucien Gaudet and he made no mistakes. 

In Lucien’s defense, the medicine he made was good and would work, unfortunately the issue he didn’t factor was mixing it with alcohol which all but removed his inhibitions and likely would not have the effect he was hoping on his reputation. He feeling far to good to be aware of this issue and continued to sip his wine and watch the ebb and flow of handsome men through the ballroom. His eyes had been transfixed on one from the moment he walked in noting the near all black attire, which Lucien could respect in a three piece tailored suit of the same color. Normally he’d have left it and after the party, in private, would have had a guard bring the slave to his room. Lucien liking his privacy, but in his current state that wasn’t what happened. The vampire felt bold and empowered and he wanted the slave.

Without another thought Lucien approached the slave having no sense of personal space and scented him as he did so. “You smell of power and death. What is your name slave?” Lucien inquired letting his lithe well manicured fingers brush along the slaves cheek.

@amodthebeast

Okay, so maybe this Christmas party wasn’t as bad as Amod thought that it was going to be. While there were certainly plenty of people there, some of which were ones that were apprehensive about his being there, Amod was able to mingle with the residents and staff of the castle. Some of the conversations were trivial, others were stimulating, and others gave Amod hope that maybe he could have a future there - and that he wasn’t just going to be some punching bag for the council or the guards. And heck, getting a drink or two from vampires after letting them feed from him? It was icing on the cake.

Of course, Amod did still find himself a bit saddened. It was, after all, a ball and that only reminded him of his master. From the dances to the outfits to the decorations, everything only seemed to remind him of his former master and how he would always act as his shadow to ensure his safety... and that only reminded him of his failure to do as he was groomed for. Protect his master. The very thought had Amod deciding to hug a wall as he nursed his beverage, lost in his thoughts as he silently apologized to his master - if there was an afterlife, he was sure that the man was haunting him for his foolish mistake.

Stuck in melancholy, Amod didn’t notice it when a vampire was coming his way until they were right up on him, nose inches from his neck, and he had to clear his throat to shake himself out of his solemn thoughts. A placating smile pulled at his lips as he let his gaze flicker to the vampire, wanting to come across as respectful but not some weak slave. Because weak was never something he ever wanted to be considered.

“Amod, sir,” the gargoyle answered, refraining from leaning into the touch of the vampire as those fingers brushed against his cheek. It was obvious that the vampire had some sort of substance in his system, but what, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps he drank fae blood? Or was it that he drank the blood of someone inebriated? ...Or was this just how he acted? He doubted it, but he supposed that not all vampires were ones that kept themselves prim and proper. “And yes... I am the one they dub the vampire killer.” Not because he killed vampires, but because he killed one that he shouldn’t have.

Or so they believed.

Mathias was enjoying all the festivities of the Ball. Despite everything else in his life, he tried his best to have a good time. Things were going to be difficult from here on out, especially being possessed by his own brother. But that was something he would just have to deal with. Until then, he would carry on with his life like he was doing before. 

He stood to the side, watching as everyone around him mingled. Mathias hadn’t yet felt ready to mingle as well, so he settled on just watching. He was nursing a warm drink when someone bumped shoulders with him. The necromancer’s eyes darted to the side at the person, then looked up to see the telltale green leaves of a mistletoe hanging above them. “Oh…” he mumbled, “I…I didn’t see that there, sorry”.

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Though Amod wasn’t a person that enjoyed the Christmas festivities, he had to admit that the vampires certainly knew how to decorate - or, rather, they knew how to order others to decorate. It wasn’t as tacky or distasteful as some would’ve believed after seeing some of the decorations used to set things up, such as the paper snowflakes that he had taped to the wall, and really, the ball room looked extraordinary. Of course, that could partially be because so many people were wearing gorgeous suits - ranging from traditional, like his own, to those that were extra fancy or those with a little bit of flare.

Walking through the ball room, gaze looking around and seeing how everything was put together, he hadn’t realized that he was about to run into someone until their shoulders brushed one another. As soon as he heard the apology, he let out a small chuckle and shook his head. “Don’t be sorry, man... I wasn’t even paying attention to it.” Pausing, the gargoyle let his eyes rake across the younger male for a brief moment before smirking. “Not to say I’d be opposed, but I don’t kiss someone just because there’s some plant telling me I have to.”