Feb 25, 2016
“I’m actually curious on who’s trapped inside my body. It’d be some weird tripped up shit to talk to myself, I bet. But honestly, how long are we supposed to deal with this?”
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“I’m actually curious on who’s trapped inside my body. It’d be some weird tripped up shit to talk to myself, I bet. But honestly, how long are we supposed to deal with this?”
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“This girl has an almighty oral fixation...”
A bubble of laughter erupted from his chest, his body a bit numb from the alcohol but his senses still perfectly functioning. The delicate touch of a finger traced his shoulder blades as a feminine whisper sent chills from his ear and spine, Zach’s eyes wandering around the sea of faces as he unconsciously searched for a specific one. The same husky voice kept whispering things in his ear, offering him the world and more, but his mind was somewhere else. “Excuse me” He mumbled as he pushed the woman off of him and walked aimlessly around the party before he stepped outside into the gardens and saw a figure standing near the rose bushes. “I’d say those are my favorite flowers but I’d be lying. Lily of the Valley’s are prettier.”
Melissa carried out yet another plate of dessert, its delicious smell wafting enticingly into her nostrils and making her mouth water in anticipation. Since her arrival on the island she'd been fed on a minimal amount of the blandest food, and after enduring this torment for several hours she could resist her growling stomach no longer. Hiding in an alcove, she began devouring it greedily, dreading being caught eating the masters’ food like this, but unable to stop herself. At the sound of footsteps, she looked around in panic, knowing there was no way she could avoid being discovered by whoever was approaching.
Sits at a barstool and rolls his eyes. Looking at the person beside him and nodding comments “Its official, the slaves are drunker than I am”
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((OOC: Happy New Year’s! I’m off to a party so I can’t be around for the rest of the night, and I’ll be on mobile for the next two days so I won’t have pictures, but I’ll be back!))
This sucked. Actually, this was beyond sucking. Augus didn't know a word strong enough to describe how awful this was. He was in the center - the fucking center - of the ballroom, sitting on a table next to a small tap, back to back with another slave. Even being in the center of the room would have been bad enough, but to add insult to injury, he was the one connected to the tap. As if he were nothing more than a small snack. Which, admittedly, he probably was, at least to the vampires. Still. It was insulting. More importantly, they hadn't even provided him with actual clothing, just a thin scrap of purple lace that in no reality qualified as boxers. He could feel others stares on him, no matter whether he had his eyes open or not. They probably saw his scars, saw how damaged he was. If they didn't see him as disgusting, they probably saw him with pity, and that was almost as bad. Maybe a vampire would come and take him out of his misery
Clad in a crimson ball gown, combined with a gold necklace bedecked with rubies, Ranavalona made her grand entrance to the party, which could begin in earnest now that the guest of honour- which she deemed to be herself, naturally- had arrived. “Not a bad way to spend the evening...” she smirked, her dark eyes scanning the room, taking note of the entertainments on offer.