Dec 10, 2019
Party Outfits for Manny, Robin, Evia, and Lily
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Party Outfits for Manny, Robin, Evia, and Lily
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its the way everything converges on him at once, parties were not his scene and as factitious as it sounded, with how young in comparison he was to at least half the population of supernaturals, it drug up too many memories---- memories he’d rather forget, mostly with scarlett. would he pass up the opportunity to get drunk and let someone have their way with him, probably not, doesn’t mean he has to mingle. that is until a presence is brought beside him, “y’know this my third glass of wine an’ I think m’finally startin’ t’feel it.”
lena’s party outfit
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Part of her wonders if she had gone too far with her outfit, she had worn a long coat to the event and had it taken by coat check, and now she stands in her dress with leather and chains, posture taught. She takes in the crowd, the pounding music, and takes a deep breath. She has yet to find a thrawl, and there is the inkling of an ache in her throat. Lily feels calmer around other vampires, and this party is full of Shadow Graced and witches and angels, and if she’s honest anyone pumping blood through their hearts smells delicious, even the werewolves who smell a little like licking a lake rock. Lily slips into the throng of beings and grabs two flutes of champagne off a tray and downs the first in one gulp, and returns it to the tray, preferring to nurse the second as she pushes through the crowd.
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Manny walks the room with a stiff whiskey in his hand, appreciating both the creativity and the indulgence these many guests had put into their costumes. His own outfit, with its many leather straps and buckles was about as daring as he dared to get for public functions, though he is aware that this is not the tamest thing he could have worn. Manny is not a shy man, but he is not a boastful man either. An onlooker could see the admiration clearly in his eyes for any beloved of his but as he currently has none, he feels like a wanderer among the party goers, who themselves are inclined to be intimidated by him.
“Caleb,” he greets, spotting the other man, and holding out a hand to shake. Customs among werewolves are delicate things, but Manny has never cared much about the intermingling of species. To be punished for one’s shared love should never be punished in his eyes. “How is the party treating you?”
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the blood moon was once kind to carmilla. back when her principles were different and allowed her to enjoy the occasion, the vampire had no qualms with turning newborns and doing whatever she pleased, whatever the moon enabled her to do. the need to find a mate was the first thing she prepared herself to suppress for the first blood moon since she became sanguinarian, though perhaps it was something she held back before that.
and to repress the carnal side brought out by the change of the tides is no easy feat. it’s still something carmilla is trying to master, even if it’s been more than a century since she left behind her former title.
she can feel the bloodthirst in the back of her throat as she stares out her window, watching other creatures of the night celebrate outside the hotel under the moonlight. lose all inhibitions for one night. it’s a fight against her nature but she rolls her eyes at it anyway, nails digging into her palms as the thirst grows, begging to be quenched. for every instinct she defies, another war against herself is won.
as expected, tonight is different.
this year’s harvest makes all the difference with everyone, both stranger and familiar face, gathered in one place. perfect for classic blood moon festivities, not so perfect for the sanguinarian vampire. a strange kind of yearning tugs at her heartstrings, bringing up forgotten, stored away memories as she watches the scene below play out, every cell in her body telling her she should be down there with them. just like how it had been during the last harvest she attended.
crimson eyes glance at the moon strung up in the sky. the blood moon, once kind, now fills carmilla with an unsettling feeling, more so than the days leading up to the night. her gaze sharpens into a defiant glare as she shuts the curtain, having long learned that there is no point in avoiding messes that are bound to find her eventually. it’s just a matter of what’ll hit her first.