i like my tea the way i like my women- hot and strong.

Open to: anyone 

Where: one of the tables

@crookedsoulsstarters​

Kellen’s time not spent doing court business was mostly spent drinking or generally having a good time. The present good time and accompanying refreshment was interrupted by a rowdy patron, and judging by the temper, probably a wolf. Kellen’s near permanent smirk morphed to a grimace before the bouncers came over to grip him up. “Okay- bai!” The Fae called after them, his smirk returning, happily. “About time they took the dog out, am I right?” 

Open to: henry lassiter

Where: the bar

@sinful-souls​

Kellen rarely spent his time in myre grove, there was no bar there. He mostly spent time in the haven, where he was sure he'd seen the muscled anti-god before. Today, he was in the darklands at the blood bank. He didn’t need or want to consume blood but the morbidity and darkness of the club was what lured him in. No nerves shook his hands as he walked right up to Henry, planting himself on the stool next to him. “I’ve seen you around but never in here.” An overly casual greeting in comparison to what he said next. “Would you take offense if I told you I wanted to climb you like a tree?” 

Tryx shrugged at his vague threat, “That’s never stopped me before and I’m not about to stop now.” The demon was confident she could take anyone on she liked. “Perfect. I’m not one for competition, but I’ll never say no to sharing the bed.” Leaning forward, she rested her chin on her hands, smile still on her lips. “Kellen. I’m Tryx.” She returned with a wink. 

Open to: nadara vanserra

Where: their home

@ofnadara​

Kellen was ancient, but he fully believed in you were only as old as you felt. He didn’t feel a day over two thousand. Having a stunning, much younger wife certainly didn’t hurt. They’d known each other for the better half of a millennia and he still liked to surprise her with gifts now and then. They’d concocted the countless schemes in their time together but by far, the most dastardly, was the one that ended in the death of her first husband at Kellen’s own hand. The deed was easily carried out, he’d never treated Nadara to Kellen’s liking anyway. 

Now, with a ring on his finger for over a century, he entered their home. “Honey, I’m home!” He called out, brimming with excitement. He amazed himself at times, he’d aquired assistance of a mermaid who owed him thanks to a well- placed alliance at just the right time. He made off with some of her scales, along with a creature he’d never even heard of but found out Nadara had been asking around for it. She knew better than to publicly dirty her hands, but Kellen often laughed such things off. He presented her gifts on the table as he heard her approach, then slowly turned to her. “I’ve come with gifts.”

open thread | tryxryna x anyone @crookedsoulsstarters​ location: any bar your muse would be in

Tryx needed some fun. Sure, the circus had provided some, but even then, that was borderline too much chaos for her. And that was saying a lot. So, she found herself at some bar, she didn’t care to remember the names or locations anymore, looking for someone to toy with. 

Approaching someone she’d decided was her victim for the night, she sat down next to them, letting her power envelop them in a warm embrace. “Well hi stranger,” she practically purred in a low tone, her fingers tracing the veins in their hand. “Care to keep me company?” 

Kellen and Nadara were hardly monogamous by any means but his wife was a force to be reckoned with. Luckily for Tryx, she wasn’t along with him at dragon’s eye. “Neat trick, Beautiful. Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to flirt with married men?” He didn’t truly care if she flirted, and neither did Nadara, he was sure.  “I’m here alone so I guess that means I’m available for company. My name’s Kellen, so we aren’t strangers.” 

Where: The Haven

Location: The Slaughter Ring

Who: Open to all @crookedsoulsstarters​

It wasn’t Demitri’s first time at the Slaughter Ring. In fact, the last time he had been there he had been in the ring. Today, though, he had chosen to go just to watch. Unless someone wanted to actually challenge him, that was. He leaned against the railing on the top row, watching two supernaturals fight until one gave up or died. He was hoping to watch the latter. “Do you think they have drinks here?” He asked someone that was near him. “This entertainment is making me quite partched.” 

Kellen would never stoop so low as to offer himself up to the peasants for gory entertainment. Be that as it may, he did like to watch so he was no stranger to the Gladiator pit, or the vampire that invaded his personal space. He really didn’t like being interrupted, especially when he had money on the current bout. The glass in his hand halted just shy of his lips before speaking to the intruder. “Judging by your breath in my face, I’d say forego the refreshment in favor of a mint.”