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I see trouble on the way.

Characters: Everyone! Yes, you too!
Summary: Mandy's Masquerade hosts a fantastic Halloween party with a costume contest, some very special cocktails, and a few other surprises.
Date(s): Late in the month of October.
Warnings/Notes: Please mark any threads that need content warnings.

Mandy's is looking a bit festive this evening. Arrayed with spiderwebs, pumpkins, and other ghoulish decorations, the interior resembles a spooky haunted house. Spooky, not scary! Everyone's invited to stop by and celebrate All Hallow's Eve with spirited drinks, excellent company, and a lot of that Magnus flair.

You can loosen up on the dance floor to Monster Mash, Thriller, Dead Man's Party, or maybe something from this list. The spooky sky's the limit! Visit the bar for one of several special drinks you won't soon forget. You can also sample some tasty and holiday-appropriate baked goods, courtesy of the other Mr. Lightwood-Bane. Finally, stop by the table with the MAGIC 8 BALL to learn a little more about your fellow partygoers.

Potions.
drink list

Siren Song
If you're a little tone-deaf, don't fret. This drink will turn you into a master at serenading. It won't actually give you the ability to influence anyone via magical means, but maybe if your song choice is apt, you'll woo someone either way!

Firework!
A drink that comes with a portable fireworks show hovering over its surface. Drinking it will give you the sensation of ingesting liquid pop-rocks.

Blacklight
Does what it says on the tin and makes the drinker glow under a black light. It's also kind of sour.

Frankenstein's Monster
This drink is quite shocking. Not dangerously so, but when you drink it, you'll have the impression of getting a tingling little jolt of electricity down your spine. It's aliiiiive.

To Be or Not To Be (A Daemon)
Drink this and you will find you've been magically swapped with your daemon. It only lasts ten minutes, but hey! You'll get to see how the other half lives. A note: you won't inherit one another's abilities!

Who Wore It Best?
costume contest

Congratulations to our costume contest winners!

In first place for individual costumes...

Rafa wins for his devilish costume and he'll be awarded 2 potions: the first of which will up his luck stat, granting him good fortune in an endeavor (it says "Deal with the Devil" on the bottle) and the second will up his persuasion stat, helping him to be more successful in an argument (it says "The Devil's Advocate" on the bottle).

In second place for individual costumes...

Nico plunders the second place spot and will be given a treasure chest full of chocolates that are rum flavored. Careful, they pack a bit of a punch and when consumed, they'll make whoever eats them feel especially happy. No sad drunks here!

In third place for individual costumes...

Zeke and his amazingly sunny costume are in third and he wins a sunflower plant that will never cease to bloom and seems to have a bit of a glow about it. Plus, perpetual supply of sunflower seeds?

In first place for couples costumes...

Magnus and Alec came first for their portrayal of... each other... and they win a pair of seemingly mundane t-shirts that say "Bennet" and "Darcy" on them. What's that about?

In second place for couples costumes...

Vex and Kenzi delighted with their take on the Addams' family patriarch and matriarch and won second place. As a prize, Kenzi will be given a shampoo and conditioner set that seems pretty innocuous until you check out the writing on the bottles: 'Have YOU ever wanted hair like Cousin Itt? Are you ever in luck!' Just a small amount will make her locks lustrous and smooth. Vex will be given a very lifelike and animated hand in a box.

In third place for couples costumes...

Rose and Kaz were drop dead gorgeous in their mafia-inspired garb. As prizes, they will receive the following: for Rose, a pair of magical die that make music when thrown, and for Kaz, a set of playing cards that are intricately illustrated with astonishing art that seems to move. Watch out for the face cards, they get very opinionated about your playing. They both also receive a chip that can be relinquished to Magnus for a small magical favor.

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[There's plenty of other things he could quite happily spend the rest of their days doing to and for her, but this is an especial favorite and likely always will be.

A shiver runs through him as he makes a low, pleased noise against her in turn, her pleasure feeding into his own. It always does, but tonight especially, with her looking so lovely he could hardly bear not to touch her and his desire to comfort and distract her after the costume contest...

He's already hard as he applies just the littlest bit more pressure with his thumb, lets more magic flowing into that hand and licks into her all the more enthusiastically, lapping her up as if he's been starving for this.]

Right- [ '-there' is what she was trying to say. What he gets instead is a hitch of her breath, a tug of his hair twined between her fingers. Her hips don't so much as buck under his tongue as they do dance to best meet the warm, textured sensation. As always, the magic that flows from his fingertips only enhances the sensation.

Rose can feel it though, a winding up of the muscles in her body. Bracing against the wave of pleasure to come. She actually doesn't last as long as usual this time, maybe because she's excited. Maybe because being here in the backroom of the establishment reminds her a little bit of their time in Pandemonium back in Eudio and how incredible that was.

Whatever it is, she comes with a cry of ecstasy and shudder through her limbs. Tingles surge through her body even after the fact and the woman sighs in pure contentment. ]

[He moans against her as she comes, muscles flexing against his tongue and her spend flooding his mouth.

His tongue and thumb gradually wind down, magic only slowly fading, letting her ride it out for as long as possible. Finally, once she's come down and he's licked up every drop he can, he pulls back and lets his hand fall away.

Climbing to his feet, he swipes a hand across his face to get rid of the excess before leaning down and kissing her hungrily, so hard against her it almost hurts.]

[ The high lasts for a good long while. Even when she's finally coming down, there's still a ting of euphoria in everything. She feels stupidly happy, grinning wide for him as soon as stands back into view. It takes him only a second to be close and Rose to have her arms wrapped round him again.

She can feel how hot and hard he is against her, how ready he is. One of her hands reaches down to encircle his cock gingerly. Her thumb touches the pre-come on his tip, enjoying the slick sensation against her finger. ]

You really want me bad, don't you? Tell me how bad. I won't let you have me until you do.

[ Just a little bit of teasing before it really gets good for him. ]

[His hips buck automatically into that touch, and he muffles a groan into the curve of her neck.] Gods... [He breathes, voice thick with arousal. His teeth graze her skin before he lifts his head again, meeting her gaze with lust-darkened eyes.]

Badly enough to do anything you ask, if it means being allowed inside you.

[So, if she's so inclined, she could put those errant thoughts of teasing and denying him into action. Though, of course, there's no guarantee he'd last through that sort of treatment...

But for her, he'd be willing to try.]

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[ What a beautiful buck, the movement so harsh and needy. It pleases Rose in ways even she can't quite fathom. The fact is though: she likes it. Loves it, even, the desperate groan that sounds from her touch alone. The desire in his tone, in his eyes. It's exhilarating to know that she can provide him with the relief he seeks... and she also has the ability to deny it should she wish. ]

Anything, [ emphasized with a casual stroke of his cock ] is a very big thing to promise. Are you sure?

[ This is way more fun than it has any right to be. How badly he wants it makes it that much more fun to hold it just out of reach. ]

[He rocks up into her hand, another low, desperate sound escaping him. But despite how obviously he's aching for her, despite the fact that he could probably get loose and push forward if he really tried... he doesn't.]

Yes, [He groans.] Rose, please...

[Yes, instead of trying to take control, the proud dragon begs.]

[ He doesn't. Such a good boy, really. Despite knowing full well that he could herself, she also acknowledges the fact that he refrains. It's a remarkable show of restraint.

And then he begs. It's so beautiful, the need in his voice. It isn't a stretch to say how it does absolutely everything for her, metaphorical hearts in her eyes as she sighs almost dreamily. ] Well, you did say please... [ she finally relents, releasing her grip on his cock.

One of her legs hikes up to his side waist then, the other moving to part her legs wide and allow him the heat of her he so desperately seeks. ]

[It's all the more remarkable considering his usual preference for domination. He rarely lets his partners have this degree of control over him - but in this as in all things, Rose is the exception to the rule.]

Thank you, milady, [he breathes, his head dropping to her shoulder as his hips snap forward. He sheathed himself inside her in one smooth movement, and his groan as he does is equal parts pleasure and relief.

After taking just a moment to adjust he starts moving, hips rocking fast and hard and only just managing to cling to any sort of rhythm by the skin of his teeth.]

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[ And she loves it, how empowered it makes her feel. She also loves it because of how worked up it makes him as evidenced by that forceful thrust of his hips. Rose cries out herself as plunges entirely inside of her so swiftly, arms reaching out to circle around his neck and steady herself.

The sloppy rhythm to his hips is actually that much more rewarding in its own way, just- The desperation is incredible. Thank you, he'd said, like this was something he should be thankful for. ] Gods, yes, [ she says, suddenly caring far less if anyone can hear them. She might be a bit embarrassed if they can.

At least, after the fact. Right now? All she cares about is how each thrust sends shivers up her spine from pleasure and she makes noises of urgent encouragement for him to continue to go faster, even harder. ]

[Maybe it's a religious thing, that thankfulness - because he is thankful. To her, for her permission and her endless enthusiasm and that he's the one who got to unlock it in her. To Dibella, for bringing them together in the first place, and there's no better prayer of gratitude he can offer Her than this:

His hands settle on her hips, holding them at that same angle as his thrusts go wilder with her encouragement. He fucks into her faster and harder, as requested, and the slick sound of their hips meeting might be loud enough by now that anyone who cares to listen in can hear it.

Or her cries might be enough to drown it out. Either way, he's all too eager to coax more of them out of her, nibbling his way up her neck again til his lips find her earlobe, nipping playfully then soothing over the bitten spot with his tongue.]

[ And if this is what's deemed most worthy in Dibella's eyes, well- He'll find absolutely no complaints from Rose. The opposite, in fact, as her breath comes in shuddering waves between keen noises of pleasure.

She's holding onto him tight, nails digging into his skin. He might have to heal the scratches that them sliding against the top of his back leaves, the crescent moon divets not deep enough to draw blood but certainly enough to sting just a hopefully pleasant amount.

The sound of their hips contacting, the purpose behind his thrusts- It's all so much, it's all so amazing. It always is. ] Please, [ she pleads and now she's the one who sounds so needy, tone dipped in desperation. She doesn't like the sound of it, necessarily, but she can't stop herself from uttering it all the same as he keeps it up. ]

[He gasps as her nails dig in, hips snapping forward reflexively. He could heal the marks she's leaving, if he had to, but he's not so sure that he will. It might be nice, he finds himself thinking, to wear them like the lipstick marks on his neck, or his collar-

The desperation in her tone urges him on, makes him nibble at the tender skin just below her ear too, and then again further down than that. And, without real conscious direction on his part, he leans forward, letting his body bear hers toward the table.

His lips linger on the spot where he can feel her pulse pounding through her skin, kissing almost sweetly before his teeth sink in, nipping brief but sharp, and his tongue soothes over the fresh mark.]

[ She'd love to see them. Honestly, the thought of him wearing them with pride would do more for her than he knows. While Rose tries to claim that she isn't possessive, her actions speak louder than her words. Vanyel isn't hers alone to have, she knows, but- She can still let everyone else that he's been with her all the same. As loudly as possible.

When he bites, she lets out a squeak of delight. It also breaks whatever concentration she had left on maintaining her glamour. Wispy curls of white replace the blond, tail suddenly appearing behind her and practically curling in pleasure same as her toes still in her stilettos. She doesn't actually even recognize that it's happened past her haze of pleasure. The woman clings to him still, body tensing against the good feelings coursing through her. ]

Don't stop, [ she urges. She didn't have any doubt, really, that he might but- Y'know. It feels like the right thing to say in the moment. ]

[She absolutely can, and he's shameless enough that he doesn't mind in the least, wearing whatever marks she cares to leave. Even with other partners - or maybe especially then.

He notices the change -it would be harder not to, given that he's entirely focused on her and looking right at her- but it doesn't stop him for a even a second. Glamour or no glamour, she's still the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen - especially in moments like this one.]

Never. [He purrs, taking advantage of the change in angle to dust kisses over the slopes of her breasts, letting his teeth graze a nipple before soothing over it with his tongue.]

[ Especially then. Rose would like the sound of that, more than she rightfully should. The same goes for him though, honestly. She always plans to have everyone know exactly where she's been. Who she's been with.

Rose is certainly a sight to behold: skin flush, sharp inhales of air accompanied by a symphony of pleasured sounds, and so lost in it all that she can't even focus enough to keep her human glamour up. That's one thing about Rose, she enjoys sex so much that it's practically palpable. Partner pleasures have a field day with her just because of how enraptured she always gets. Part of her knows though that she's only half this enthralled because it's Vanyel, because she loves him so and the ways he knows just how to make her feel best. ]

Oh, [ she squeaks out at that edge of teeth and roll of tongue against her nipple. ] Vanyel, I'm- I- [ She can't speak is what, apparently. Her words are drowned out by moans. He can probably make an educated guess that she's close to coming again even without he needing to say it, muscles taut and voice hiking up a couple octaves as he continues to thrust into her so powerfully. ]

vc[And pleasing his partners is practically a religious requirement for Vanyel, so seeing how thoroughly she enjoys sex, every single time, is incredibly gratifying.

He wishes he had words to say as much, to tell her how lovely she looks in the throes of passion and what an absolute treasure she is - but as ever, all his words dry up in the wake of his own passions. He suckles that nipple briefly before lifting his head just far enough that his voice won't be hopelessly muffled when he offers the only reply he can manage.]

I know, sweetheart, I know. [He nuzzles into the valley between her breasts, tongue flickering out, chasing the taste of sweat and beneath it the taste of her skin]

[ Of course he knows. She's making sure he does because she knows how much he enjoys hearing how pleased she is with everything he's doing. Maybe that's one of the many reasons why they work so well, considering she's much the same way.

The roll of his tongue against her skin, the warmth of his breath, and thrust of his hips all come together to send her over the edge. He'll feel it in the way she tightens harshly around him. She loses one shoe that clatters to the ground noisily. At some point though, she generally stopped caring about the noise. Obviously, as he'll hear it when she comes too, moaning loud and long and low as pleasure washes over her.

She thinks she sees stars, honestly, it's such an exhilarating rush. It leaves her a swearing, panting mess now unwinding gradually and giving a fanged smile of satisfaction. ] I definitely feel like a winner now, [ she says, half-joking about how upset she'd been earlier over losing the competition seems so silly now. ]

[He's beyond caring about the noise either - but then, he's still the more shameless of the two of them, and an exhibitionist on top of that. So maybe it's no wonder that he wouldn't care about the noise. The potential that they might be caught like this.

It's certainly the furthest thing from his mind as he does feel her coming. Her orgasm pulls his own along in its wake, his moans mingling with hers and his hips bucking with every shot of seed until he comes inside her. He sees white for a long moment himself, and then-

His head drops briefly, forehead resting in the curve of her neck as he pants for breath. He raises it again when she speaks though, shifting to rest his forehead against hers instead as one hand starts to idly card through her hair.] I'm glad. [He says with a smile; as far as he's concerned, she absolutely is a winner.]

[ If they are caught like this, Rose can't even be sure in the afterglow of orgasm that she'd actually be bothered. (She would but perhaps significantly less, at least.) But it's hard to think about anything or anyone outside of this room right now. Her only focus is on Vanyel and the way he's breathing just as hard as her, how he's so close and warm and wonderful.

Rose had never thought herself the overly romantic type, but- He's definitely found a way to make her think of things in a different light. ] I'll bet you are, [ she says that, punctuating it with a laugh. It's then that she notices her tail draping over the side and- Wait, her ears. Her. Her everything.

Suddenly, her fairer than normal cheeks blossom a beautiful shade of red in what appears to be embarrassment. ] Oh my gods, did I really- [ she starts, blush deepending and creeping across her face. ] I can't believe-

[ Rose isn't often quite so flustered these days but she certainly is now. This has never happened before? How mortifying, honestly. He didn't even say anything! Or act like it was any different! Which, actually, makes her appreciate him that much more but simultaneously she wishes he'd let her know somehow. ]

[He sighs contentedly and doesn't even try to move just yet, still too loose-limbed and shaky in the afterglow to get very far even if he wanted to. And having her beneath him is an excellent incentive to stay put.

His hand shifts, thumb skimming the curve of one flushed cheek as he bites back a smile.] Seems you did. [He answers, even though the question was probably rhetorical. Of course he noticed it, when it happened - how could he not? But it honestly doesn't make a difference to him what form she takes, whether she wears the glamour or doesn't.

But he's not sure how she'd take it, in this moment, if he said as much - or mentioned how adorable it is to see her so flustered, especially given how rare it is anymore. So instead, he keeps his silence. For now, anyway.]

[ His nonchalance only serves to make her turn somehow even more red. If that was even possible! It apparently is! Perhaps it's just prominent because of her snow-white skin and hair right now, eyes gold but still on him as she searches for... something. ]

You really- You don't mind?

[ She has to ask. It's not the first time he's seen her like this. It's actually not the first time he's fucked her like this either, but- She doesn't let it happen often. There's still that negative mental connotation with this form. It's something to be feared, not appreciated. ]

[He dips his head to kiss one of those flushed cheeks, unable to help himself. She's always beautiful, as far as he's concerned, whether she chooses to wear the glamour or walk around in her natural form.

So when she asks whether he minds it, it's the easiest thing in the world to meet her golden eyes. His own are steady and warm as he answers her:] Of course not. Why would I?

[ It's not an extraordinary thing. Not really. But to Rose, it's almost as if he just plucked the moon and stars from the sky for her. To Rose, it's everything she's ever wanted to hear. To Rose, it's the moment she starts to realize she doesn't think she can go another day in her life without Vanyel Greyjoy and what that all means. She doesn't know how to express that though so she just-

The woman reaches up to wrap her arms around his neck and hold him close for an (admittedly perhaps awkward) embrace. She's actually fighting hard not to cry, which would probably give off the wrong impression! She's not sad. In fact, she's the farthest thing from it in this moment.

You're too good for me. or I don't deserve you are all things she thinks but she remembers what they'd talked about. How he gets to decide what he's deserving of, not her. And she's trying to practice that more, even if it's difficult some days. ]

I love you, [ is what she says instead, so heartfelt and genuine. ]

[And to him, it's simple fact: Rose is Rose, whatever form she takes, and he loves her the same either way.

Physical affection being essentially mother's milk to him, he doesn't find the sudden embrace awkward at all. Rather, he leans into her embrace eagerly, his arms slipping around her in turn as he all but purrs in statisfaction.

He's not aware of her thoughts, of course - but if he were, he might have to reiterate his point about it being his decision, what he is or isn't worthy of. His choice, and by now he can admit (if only to himself) that he'd pick her over and over again, every time.)] I love you, too.

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