#giovanni.

Upon his entrance into the castle, a pair of diamond fangs had been placed into his hand. Surely it wasn't the wisest move, to enter somewhere that seemed entirely catered to vampires; but Caio had never passed up the opportunity to have fun. The fangs had been placed within his mouth, adjusted to his teeth without a second thought. And then he had pulled Giovanni into the crowd, into the bodies that pressed so tightly against each other. The vampire was pulled close, and Caio did not hesitate to adjust the chains that hung across his face. His mouth opened and the tip of those fangs trailed along Giovanni's neck, exposed after the avariel's fingers pulled the jacket out of the way. The entire night would be about fun, would be about everything he wanted to do, given how control had once been taken from him. "Perhaps I'll do the biting tonight," he teased, sets of wings pulled in closely to his body as they shifted through the crowd.

"you're about as intimidating as a butterfly." it was almost cute, really. no - in fact, it was cute. definitely cuter than it should be, considering the current state of their relationship... if it could even be called that. “nice try, though. i’d give you a gold star for effort, but unfortunately, i’m all out.” 

luke was exactly the type of person you’d see at this party. whether he was snorting coke with some lady friends, smoking a blunt with some of the dudes, or downing shots like it was nobody’s business, these parties were the exact environment he thrived in, much to his parents’ dismay. it wasn’t easy being the son of an accomplished author and not being such an intellectual like him, but it was easy living off of the fame and fortune. speaking of fame and fortune, he couldn’t help but bump into giovanni narciso, one of his favorite athletes, and someone he’d met before at a similar party.  “sorry, bro,” he said, as he made sure he didn’t spill his drink on the pristine clothes (and body) of the other. as he noticed who the other was, he said, “hey, dude, good to see you. what’re you doing at a shit party like this?” he laughed, before pouring himself another shot of vodka and downing it.

Elysium was gone. The sanctuary among the stars. A place where Fortuna could return to when the qualms of the mortal realm became too boring. Having become possessed by an Old God had been hard enough, but this blow had taken him by surprise. What was he to do? Where was he to go if the need arose? Of course, the avariel was not homeless, so to speak. Given how he could simply waltz into Paloma's home, or that of his vampire, as he had done so that day. Their home was his home, or so he had exclaimed. They may have seen it otherwise, but the odds were always in his favor. "It's actually gone. Destroyed, erased, gone," perhaps he was being a little dramatic. It wasn't as if he himself had died. Instead, he'd unknowingly been the cause of Giovanni's death, in a way. And maybe he'd make that up to him. After he was done being dramatic. "What am I going to do without it?"

Caio had not actually intended to fight. Rather, he intended to hover in the sky above those he had promised to protect, those who had been lucky enough to secure his favor. Before he had known it, however, literal hell had broken loose upon the city around them. It would seem that his probability manipulation would simply not be enough. Especially if he wished to prolong the time that he had with Giovanni, losing the vampire so soon just would not do. Even now, as they recovered within the safety of the pyramid, Caio thought only of what the other needed. His own exhaustion would have to wait, the power that he could feel losing its strength within him. "If you need to feed, now may be your only chance."