#thread 21

Waystone Tavern. An ancient dusty place, the same bar Astarion and Roberto met in. It was light, airy and felt both old yet modern in regards to the architecture of the whole city.

During this season they held a special. 'Toasted Perlbery Rum'. Something new to hopefully wake him up from the strange mental fracture he's been in. Unlikely, but he could hope.

Tucked in the corner near the back exit, the wolf sat hunched over the drink, his cross firmly against the wall beside him, feeling empty without it. He used it as a reminder more than a weapon. A reminder he's strong, that he can't just bowl around people anymore. That if Livio or Vash or even Zazie showed up, they'd all be as frail as the rest of the humans around him.

Always a monster. Always a weapon.

Xuanyu.. He's different. He's always been human, was always frail and squishy, Legato too. They were safe, his mind didn't forget their frail nature.

Still, his hands were stained red. He knows they weren't, know he'd washed it off. But still he saw red, still he saw blue grow dull, watched the body fizzle into ash and light, taken to the tower nearby to revive. Had met those blue whilst playing his violin, trying to remember delicate was needed, just as it was with the instrument.

They'd parted ways. All he needed was to see blue again and it was enough. Had told him he finally understood why he always ran, that it was to protect others, never himself.

He barely remembers how they parted after that, everything a mangled blur chased away by the next spiced sip. He hated keeping himself distant, but until he figured his shit out, it was better this way. Sure, he was being no better than Vash, but there's a difference. He killed Vash. If it wasn't for the weird magic of this place bringing him back, that would have been the end of it. Even Roberto seemed horrified when he told him.

Yet another parental figure he disappointed.

There is wonder in their eyes as they dive into the sea of masks, colorful and in a wide variety of shapes and sizes. While the anonymity might frighten or bring unease, they found themselves quite the opposite. There was freedom in a place where everyone was on the same playing field, and the exciting mystery that the masquerade presents spurs them to choose someone among the crowd.

"Hello...!!" Their voice squeaks out - its a little sudden and loud, and noticing that, they soften their voice.

"Why did you choose that mask?" They ask. "And where? Do you know what it's made of?"

As they speak, their eyes wander about, taking note of the detail work. Would this be a clue to the person behind the mask, or would it lead them astray? 

[ @margeauxxadkins​ sent from sexual starters ]

“ Get over here, big boy. Show me what you’re packing. “

“You know, Margeaux, you look so innocent.”

@elijahxxwilson​

Text: If Fawn says yes, you are the person guiding me through my first blood doll session.

[text] Elijah, who do you think the idea came from? I take my assistant position seriously over there.

[ cont from here with @finncarlyle ]

[text] Nothing we can’t turn around. Don’t worry too much. :)

[text] See you soon.

Jody rubbed at his face. Not sleeping well was starting to take it’s toll. He was considering sleeping pills, but that was a very slippery slope. He’d have to consult with Qhuinn and Quinten before he did anything. Even over the counter. But he didn’t want it affecting his work.

@elijahxxwilson​

It had been an odd week for Elijah. He had been nearly killed and yet here he was, walking around as if nothing happened. He was going to work and classes and he was just, mind blown. Andy had come so close to ending him but he hadn’t and now he was in talks with Dougal about his future plans.

It was thinking about everything that had made Elijah realise he needed to take some time for himself and so he headed for a walk. He got himself a take away coffee as he didn’t want to take Archie into any places and walked around the town, window shopping, his dog under one arm and his coffee in the other.

He had been aimlessly wondering for about 30 minutes when he felt someone bump him and he dropped his coffee all over the floor, Archie barking at the movement, “Oh my god, I’m sorry… I should’ve looked where I was going” he spoke as he hoped he hadn’t ruined something expensive.

“Jesus!” Jody exclaimed, feeling someone bump into him and hot coffee spill onto the ground and splash halfway up his jeans and into his shoes. Mouse shook his head, coffee getting on his head and a little in his ears, irritating him. It wasn’t scalding, thank god, but it was surprising enough and Jody had been drain enough that he was afraid something might hair trigger a reaction out of him. The darkness took over quickly, Jody’s eyes turning black before he even looked up at Elijah, his face turning more gaunt than it had been, paler and more sickly than he’d been in his slow recovery from being poisoned. Mouse barked as Archie did, and Jody snatched the other dog from the slave’s arms, quickly, but obviously not aiming to hurt the dog.

“You’ll get him back when you can learn to respect your betters. Get on your fucking knees, boy.”

Jody snarled at Elijah, using language and statements he never would otherwise. His dark side could be nasty and it was certainly protective of Jody, but perhaps this was a bit overkill. But after all, in the hospital, his dark side didn’t perk up once... The shitzu in his arms, the leash of Jody’s dog in his tightly fisted hand was about the only thing keeping Elijah from getting strangled about now.

[ cont from here with @elijahxxwilson​ ]

“What did the text say?”

[text] Of course I meant it. I always have. I hope things are going better for you. I know how hard all of this has been for you. I'm always here for you if you need me.

[text] Thank you for trusting me. I know Layla hasn't exactly had a perfect stay here but I want things to be better for all of us.