THE DANCE OF FLAMES AND SHADOWS | ally masquerade ball + human au

TAIT V. · Sep 14th 2017

Tait wasn't the type of man to dress up for a party, but tonight was a special occasion, and he was determined to make a good impression. The young man's wavy black hair was slicked back over his forehead and tied into a neat ponytail that draped over the nape of his neck. He had shaved most of the stubble that normally resided on his neck, and had slipped into a well fitting tuxedo for the event. Paired with some polished dress shoes and a simple crow's mask, it was no wonder that some of the other guests were starting to stare. But despite his relatively suave appearance, Tait's stomach was currently filled with butterflies and he glanced around the room, bowing towards some of the ladies before heading towards Finch, who happened to be in his line of vision. He managed to grab a glass of wine along the way, taking a sip before stopping next to the blond-haired woman. "Good evening, Miss Finch." He would murmur, a heavy Scandinavian accent tainting his words. "Are you enjoying the ball so far?"

Saryn · Sep 14th 2017

//great value wolfman look, lmfao i'm dying

Saryn had almost missed the wink from the woman entirely with how many directions her attention was being pulled - but she'd caught it, if only barely, her look one of mixed confusion and mild embarrassment at the gesture, her cheeks heating somewhat. What was that about? Was she missing something here? The well-dressed woman contemplated it for a moment, trying to figure out what exactly she had been trying to say or imply with it, only pulled from her brief period of thought by her name being drawn out far longer than it should have been by Trevor.

"Best company?" She repeated with measured coyness, a wry little grin flicking onto her lips. "If this is the best company I'd hate to see the worst company." Her tone was more joking than anything else, maybe a little sly and teasing, but hardly close to serious. She was going to say something about the dance - perhaps accept the offer, or ask why he would have, although the words died the moment they left her lips; his attention had turned to the very same woman that had winked at her, although his demeanor was positively venomous. How very fitting. This she was curious about; the only thing she could read from this was that Malkyn had somehow provoked Trevor's ire somehow in the past and things had never...quite been patched up.

She didn't focus too much on it for the moment, taking a brief drag off her cigarette before reaching into a less-obvious pocket on her uniform and withdrawing a flask, nimbly popping off the cap with her teeth to take a particularly long swig of whatever it was contained within. It smelled, for those with keen noses, like it was more than likely whiskey.

HYPOKRISIS · Sep 14th 2017

*:･ﾟ✦ HYPOKRISIS, KAGAMINE

—— built with a heart, broken from the start | plot & information *:･ﾟ✦

talia was utterly captivating in way she moved- each expression gave way to another breath of life into the atmosphere in which surrounded her, as if the woman with a gaze of sea glass and pleasent skys could cause the very grains of desert sand to begin speaking in pleasant conversations upon her prompting. the elder offered hypokrisis a well-meaning wink, the form an aunt gave to her troublesome nephew upon catching him doing some form of activity parents would be unwilling towards and allowing the said being to go on about the idea with enocourgamnet and full meant promise of secrecy. there was a form of longing within gaze of gods and dreamers as hypokrisis looked towards talia, something which only ever increased with the how she and malkyn interacted.

it must be very lovely, to be intertwined within a romance of love and security where one didn't grapple at straying seems for support, and none could deny the vauge green tinting lovely features at the realization. "You're really too kind," hypokrisis responded, almost offering a smile yet parsley lips failing to manage to twitch into the full support. instead, he simply managed that of a sorrow filled expression, soft from strings of tragedy. then she went on to mention that of wine. hypokrisis clicked his tongue, lines of contemplation polluting darling features as he tried to recall. "I believe there's some on the drink table," hypokrisis managed, though he himself wouldn't partake in it. he'd never liked alcohol, having tasted it but once and finding a low tolerance and high tendency to speak out words he wasn't meant to came along with it. and so he'd simply stick to cigarettes. but then another came forward, a suave dressed man hypokrisis' vaguely reconigazed who seemingly caught eye upon his mother- he offered a nod of recognition, though truly hoped the man's intents weren't set towards flirtting with the aforementioned. close with his mother or not, it was just, odd.

then their was trevor, offering something better than the taste of ash within his throat. this brought a frown to ruin gorgeous features, he truly did like trevor but the other was a rather horrible influence. though hypokrisis half-suspected the other was inquiring this just to get on his nerves. however, before he could even speak, trevor managed to twist the words around to make the entire company of the ball look towards their direction in inquiry and a lovely form of red to color cheeks in flustered nature at hypokrisis' frustration. "I didn't even think of it like that-" he was cut off in his defense when trevor began speaking crude words about smashing and old and the other didn't even have to speak his lover's name to cause hypokrisis' expression to become frighteningly cold. "It's best you don't finish that sentence," hypokrisis spoke with such a chill to his gentle tone the blizzard which once ravaged blood clan via curse seemed warmer than a hot summer day in it's comparision. perhaps trevor hadn't meant harm by it, but the wounds were far too fresh. let it go, let it go. hypokrisis found the words in his mind as he attempted to loosen tense muscles and tried to keep a neutral expression. "No, I don't want any," he was calmer, quieter, and perhaps even exhausted. but no one could mistake the concern within the eyes which were once so hard as he looked to trevor's wiping away soot upon his suit.

BARBARA F. · Sep 15th 2017

Was Barbara late? Maybe, but it wasn't like she was going to be a good little masquerade-attendee anyway. Whose idea was it to hold a masquerade with Bloodclan, anyway? Weren't those supposed to be formal, or something? Yeah, that wasn't going to work out, as was already proven with the weed, but she supposed Hypo had had unrealistic hopes. Or maybe he had just accepted his clanmates for who they were - a bunch of uncultured, uncivilized, godless heathens. Even Barb was included in that, too, despite her image of herself. She was just a hot, cultured, sometimes-civilized, godless heathen.

The woman's outfit may not quite fit a masquerade, she didn't know, nor did she care. She wore a dark blue "high-low" dress, accented with lace and silver sparkles, and an intricate silver mask, which was lined with rhinestones. Her short curly hair was pinned back on one side in a rather simple style, though Barbara herself looked ready to party - hopefully, Hypo had had the sense to stock them with real alcohol, and not like, champagne or something. She strode into the decorated area with a bright smile, heading over to address Hypokrisis before she went off in search of a suitable partner for later in the night - or, if she could find none, someone to exchange some playful banter with.

"Hey, Hypo," she greeted, brushing a stray curl behind her ear with a faint frown. Damn - she had thought she had it all pulled back. "This looks fucking awesome. How long did it take to set up?" She seemed oblivious to the mild tension between Trevor and Hypokrisis, instead thinking about how pissed and impatient she would have become decorating such a large area with so much stuff. Planning and design, she could do, but setting it all up was another thing. "And why are you wearing a dress?" It kind of suited him, but she was still gonna call him out on it because, well, she could.