#corinth.masquerade

Mateo had lost his date. It was easy to forget that humans couldn’t keep up with him when it came to drinks-- or perhaps the Canadian had been at a disadvantage as soon as he started tossing back shots at the bar. After the third round, his eyes had started to go misty, and another drink later he was out of sight. Seemingly unbothered, the vampire floated through the event. The dress code had been ambiguous, he supposed, eying a werewolf in a fur coat next to a witch in what looked like floor length prom dress. Biting back a comment about Macklemore and thrift shopping, he reached for a glass of champagne from a travelling tray, bringing it to his lips for a sip. “This is nice,” he commented drily to the nearest figure, before letting out what he truly thought. “But when is something going to fucking happen?”

Atlas used to love parties... Now, not so much. Especially this one, the witchcraft, the ambiance, the estate. It was all very familiar, yet crowded with a host of people that the fury largely did not know and instinctively did not like. It was intended to be an evening void of any violence, but Atlas was not so sure, he had his suspicions about the coven, about Anastasia, and the timing of this party all felt very conspicuous. Whatever, he was supposed to be here for a good time. “Have you been in the maze yet? It’s enchanted, should probably come with a warning sign - warning: labyrinth may induce madness.” 

The genasi had a big house, but the Vidalis estate was beyond anything that Dante had experienced first hand. It was practically palatial, the gilded lights, the fine foods, the imported wines. It was completely beyond, massive, practically a maze, and all about witches flitted in and out behind the scenes. “You look absolutely gorgeous.” Dante offered as he and Kasandra wandered the grounds together, a little desperate to escape the stuffiness from inside. She appeared at home, but that was a trait that Kas seemed to exude  at all  as if she could be transplanted  anywhere, anyplace, and be completely at ease. “Have you ever seen anything so... Extravagant? I’m into it.” 

The ritual was done, and Alarick had assured the witch that should he ever need the alpha, then the man would answer his call. There was still a weird awkwardness between them, tension, and a lot of unanswered questions. Hole sin his memory. Rufus had vouched for Alarick, as had pretty well the entire rookery,  when he looked at the man he knew there was... Something. But he couldn’t place it. His home felt empty, his bed felt cold. There were days when he was on autopilot and he’d make breakfast or dinner for two, with far too much food to feed himself. 

Markus approached him now, strangely drawn towards the alpha wolf, their business was concluded but still there felt like there was something unfinished between them. “Does it feel any different?”

Corinth Bay - Masquerade, an Aesthetic

“You can love someone so much... But  you can never love people  as much as you can miss them.”

Winter Dupont, Masquerade

I feel that thing that jolts me, fucks with me good Shivering gold I shiver in gold

Corinth Bay - Masquerade, an Aesthetic

“There's nothing like deep breaths  after laughing that hard.  Nothing in the world  like a sore stomach  for the right reasons.”