#cp:start

—the lavish dwelling that’s his home is comfortable and warm but too quiet as of late. no one has been able to keep his attention; not surprising considering it takes something very interesting. but tragically, so many people have been boring and lackluster. alasdair needs the chaos. that’s what brings him to the chateau — walking along the halls, circling in the main room, and eyes skimming every person he passes. “so many little birds and all so quiet,” alasdair sings out.

Naindra has been doing circles in the snow, watching it fall down and land amongst the rest of winter wonderland. There’s something childlike with Nai, the way she’s easily excitable--the very sight of snow enough to make her giggle and dance around. A fault of having been able to experience very little and she knew at some point she’d likely have to grow up. For now, she’d enjoy her new life. “How could anyone possibly hate this?” Naindra asked as she found herself a spot on a bench.

Trapped @ Open

“From the dark of the riverbed, the old crow sang a song of death. From the light of the flower fields, the young dove sang a song of life. But, oh, this tale is one of tragic delight.” The words were sang was Phen walked along the walls of the chateau, his fingers twirling around in the air without a care in the world to make little colorful sparks ignite from the tips, a play on light. The Unseelie’s gaze never dips too far into any of the cells but that hardly mattered. Whoever did catch his eyes would only be met with a glazed over expression. Was Phen even aware of where he currently stood? “It’s so loud,” Phen complained suddenly when he stopped. “Who likes this place?”

The familiar hummed with excitement. Time in sunshine was a treasured rarity, and being able to sit out in the sun was a treat. “I think I used to do this a lot. Before, I mean,” she told the other before she can stop the words from tumbling from her mouth. Back when she could still take a different shape, when sunshine was more easily accessed. Once she realized what she said, her eyes popped open and she sat a little straighter. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to come out,” she murmured, gauging the other’s reaction through her lashes.

Jean was so over seeing the men here act all dominant. Not that she didn’t think that a man could be a dom...She was sure that there was ONE man somewhere out there. But like the saying goes. Behind every good man, there’s an amazing woman. “Feel free to drop the act, hunny,” Jean said with a smirk.

The elder hadn’t had much opportunity to indulge recently. Between working on magical improvements to the city and dealing with some coven trouble, Luca was in need of a break for the night. Once inside the chateau, he inspected a few of the slaves in their cages. It was a shame they looked dirty and ragged but they had brought it upon themselves, especially the hybrids. With a sigh, he leaned back, looking a slave over. “I feel like there’s not much to pick from,” he said aloud, sounding almost disappointed.