When? 8:45p
Where? Port Leiry’s Center for the Arts - Conclave Gala.
Who? @death-becomes-him
Extravagant gala for some, an absolute horror show for others. Adrian is grouped with the latter, as a lingering sense of mild malaise filled his entire being. What a nightmare it is to be enclosed with nearly every single pest this town has to offer, rats excluded, and Adrian can't do a damn thing about it. He sits. He watches. He endures. Creative thoughts help pass the time. Say, how much gasoline would it take to blow this entire thing up in flames, Adrian wonders. How many gasoline canisters can he fill at the nearby gas station before someone asks questions. Those bouncers outside were awfully handsy, but if he found someone to distract them, he could pull it off. Throw gas on every inch. Torch the fucker. Let the flames run wild and mad. Let them swallow every monster in this building. Every single supernatural creature would burn. The ones he likes and the ones he loves too.
Speaking of love, Adrian has caught glimpses of Gael multiple times throughout the evening, as if he had been looking for him. As if he's keeping watch.
As much as Adrian would love nothing more to stick his head in the ground and never hear a word about Gael Fiori ever again, he is a song that's been stuck in his head for over two decades. He's earned a keen ear for his husband and when the whispers blow through the wind, Adrian hears them. Not only has Gael become a vampire, not only has he put his loyalty into Reardon, they've returned that loyalty and given him a head seat at the table.
From what Adrian has seen tonight, Gael plays the part well. The words Gael says to these peers of his, Adrian will never know, but he can tell the way they listen, they way nod, and smile, Gael makes the sell. It's so fucked how natural it comes to him.
Tonight is not the night to approach the head of Reardon. It's too risky, Gael certainly has too many friends, but it's feasting on Adrian. It's one thing to be a vampire, it's another to become a vampire ganglord.
Adrian cloaks himself amongst the crowd, angled perfectly to catch sight of Gael upstairs, talking to whoever about whatever. When Gael and his conversational partner step out of Adrian's sight, he follows. He has no plans of letting Gael out of his sight. He weaves his way through the crowd, looking for another perfect angle to spot Gael until he is blocked by someone.
"Excuse me," Adrian says, low and hushed. It's spoken out of habit rather than anything genuine. But the body doesn’t budge, and his words hang there — unanswered.
