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Thread: Warmth on a Cold Night (TriniMad)

He had spent some time under the hot spray of water, and in that time he was left pondering his life. In addition to the sheer difficulties presented by his job, he had other worries such as the city steadily going to hell. He and Tim could only do so much, and didn't strike as much fear as their mentor did. Indeed, criminals were getting bolder if anything, and it was making their workload just a little bit heavier than usual. Which was the mildest way of putting it. But in addition he had to ponder his relationship status too. He had a few women in his life he knew, those he had been close to, but as of late he'd had to keep them at an arms length. Cass wasn't too far from his age, he reckoned, was sklled and certainly attractive. On the other hand she was weird, and who knew what the hell she had to think about sex. Most likely she didn't have a whole lot of experience, probably had never even thought on it... well, that or she was some kind of praying mantis when it came to sex. Dick made his way out of the shower, his upper body partially dried while a towel wrapped neat around his waist. He whistled as he saw Cass' back from behind, feeling just a bit on the playful side. Looking good, he remarked, a playful note in his voice.
Thread: The Lantern Festival [Lost Lamb x VonGentlemen]

No one had predicted such smooth sailing for the kingdom. There had been a strange absence of conflict amongst figureheads in addition to a successfully secured border. There had been no natural disasters to displace families which had also led to an overall increase of general wealth and population. Theyd been blessed with good fortune, an odd occurrence for their dark world. It all added up to a festival that would likely produce more jubilance than any other in the preceding decades. As the hour drew nigh, a low hum of excitement developed as the crowds grew larger. Right down to the last minute, Aliya would be working. The daughter of a seamstress was a title that entitled very few opportunities for rest and relaxation. As opportunistic as her family was, the festivals siren song was far too alluring to keep the doors open for business. In the days leading up to this very evening they worked tirelessly making alterations, taking special orders, and hand sewing their own silken lanterns for souvenirs. It was a life of labor, but fairly simple. It wasnt often anyone worth the gossip graced them with their presence the wealthier clients all seemed to have house servants that kept track of their measurements and simply served as a courier. Every year she made herself a new outfit for the opening ceremony and with all the extra wealth spreading around from a prosperous year, Aliya could finally afford the materials to make a dress worth talking about something stylish enough to fool even the wealthiest of nobles that she came from somewhere remarkable. The struggle was to create something based loosely off of a warriors armor while managing cut outs that would flatter her curves. After months of designing and weeks of sewing, Aliya finally had the dress of her dreams. It fit like a glove, and tonight she was wearing it. There was one last delivery required before the festivities began. Packing up the last of their lanterns, the girl donned her outfit before styling her hair and makeup. Her features were akin to a figurine. Heart-shaped face laid the foundation for wide hazel eyes and gently curved brows. Baby doll cheeks were framed by massive waves of lengthy, dark curls which tickled gently at her shoulder blades. The natural curve of her lips fell remained a natural pout, though she was easily swayed to smile or grin with even the most casual of conversation. Well over-dressed for her last delivery, she locked up the shop without any intention of returning for the night. Within moments she was among the ever-growing crowds that had begun mulling about. What was usually a five minute walk had effortlessly transformed into a twenty minute commute, but she was patient. Large tote in tow, she bore her final burden with far more grace than expected. Aliya had no idea what this years festival held in store, but she was more than willing to welcome whatever may come.
Thread: The Lantern Festival [Lost Lamb x VonGentlemen]

Vayce sauntered the streets with random crowds, occasionally buying rounds of drinks for passerbys in an attempt to avoid the responsibilities that awaited him back at the manor. In time, the preemptive celebration within homes and taverns began to slowly draw the crowds away from the streets, leaving with relatively few excuses. With a defeated sigh, he downed one more drink from a local vendor before finally making his way back home. Every time he passed through the gates, Vayce found himself wondering if he was dreaming. He had spent most of his life in hovels and barracks, so the manor that expanded before him still felt unreal. It had been built rather recently and gifted to him after he had made a firm impression on some minor prince, and each day was one of relative luxury. The building features three floors that each featured countless rooms, complete with a garden illuminated by numerous glowing fungi. A Lantern Tower had been built close by, ensuring that the grounds never wanted for beautiful arrays of flicking light. The entrance sat at the end of a winding path that crossed two metal bridges over small streams of a misty water. At Vayces orders, the white pines that had dotted the path upon construction had been uprooted and replaced with thickets of arrayed stone lanterns. Each walk made the path feel ethereal, as if it would fade once he reached the end. Most of the every evening was spent simply delegating countless inane tasks to the countless hirelings that assisted in the estates day-to-day operations. The evening feast begun preparation and several servants ducked away to the marketplace in hopes of securing some unclaimed bottles of liquor before guests arrived. Lanterns were hung from the banisters and balconies as a massive paper faade of an Iron Giant was erected in the foyer, complete with a display of some of Vayces old smithing. As his house transformed evermore into a faade of luxury, Vayve was content to simply sit in the front garden and take measured huffs off of his fernleaf pipe. His gaze was once again drawn the Keepers of the nearby tower, and seemingly intentional waggles of their hips prompted him to punctuate with especially long drags of the pipes smoke.
Thread: The Lantern Festival [Lost Lamb x VonGentlemen]

The growing numbers of celebrating crowds were beginning to look enticing. Spirits were purchased and passed, cheering was becoming a common occurrence, and it was growing difficult to avoid being drawn in by eager partygoers looking for partners to celebrate through dance. Luckily she was able to turn off the main path and head down a residential street in search of the proper address for her delivery. The lanterns were cumbersome even before they were expanded it was a rather large order that had been placed only a few days prior. Approaching what was assumed to be the correct house, Aliya had to pause at the great estates presence. In an awed silence, her eyes flicked over the structure as if it was fine art. Even with the decorations still in assembly, it gave a great impression. After lingering for such a lengthy period of time, she had drawn the attention of a guard who approached in a strangely formal manner. He addressed her as Miss and politely asked if she needed any assistance. Bewildered, she explained her delivery and was sweetly granted entrance to the property and to head towards the main entrance. It wasnt until the gate was cleared that she recalled her own state of dress. It was impressive to see how strangers based their approach on something as simple as an outfit. Emboldened, she began to trek along the path to the entrance of the manor. How alien it felt to bask in such light outdoors. Sure, there were always working levels of illumination for everyday life, but when the Festival began, the additional lanterns added a warmer glow to the surroundings the no other holiday or party could compare to. With her world draped in a gentle blanket of warm tones, the familiar hunger for excitement and good company began to seep through her veins. She was excited. Picking up the pace, her heels offered sharp taps along the metal bridges, making her approach blatant. The closer she drew the clearer it became just how few party guests had yet to arrive. A calming hush remained in the garden, pulling her farther from the rest of the world. It was as if she was transported to an entirely new world surrounded by decorative fungi and immaculately designed dcor. If she did get a glimpse of the interior, Aliya mentally made a promise that she wouldnt dawdle and stare similarly at the gate. Distracted by the house, the decorations, and her own mental preparation, she completely missed the gentleman in the garden. The scent of his ringlets of smoke was processed, though there was no attempt made to register a source.
Thread: The Lantern Festival [Lost Lamb x VonGentlemen]

The sound of footsteps on the garden path didnt catch Vayces attention until several moments after Aliya entered his sight. Her garb was a curious one a dress that suggested status far beyond someone who appeared to be in the midst of delivery. The outfit accentuated the appealing curves in her body that Vayce found himself musing on other topics for a few moments, seemingly unaware that the package was intended for his estate. Only as she began to walk past did he call for her attention. She had an interesting enough air that he preferred to interact with her directly instead of simply subjecting her to the logistical chaos of the manors interior. Good morrow! he yelled in attempt to get her attention as he took one more huff from his pipe and emerged from his seat within the foliage. She seemed equally as surprised to see him as he had been to see her. You need not venture inside, I can take that for you. He offered as he approached her. As Vayce extended his arms to take the package, he realized it likely still needed payment. After fishing through his pockets, Vayce let out a grumble as he realized that the contents of his coin purse had been largely spent on the countless drinks he had gifted earlier in the afternoon. It appeared she would be venturing into the manor after all. Most unfortunate. If you can forgive a bit of a diversion, Im certain that your payment is waiting inside. He noted before offering to carry the package and gesturing up the hill to the estates ornate doors. As the two began to venture up the path, he found himself curious of the females agenda. Given a dress like that, I assume youre on your way to festivities, correct? He inquired. What sort of celebration awaits you on this fine night?
Thread: The Lantern Festival [Lost Lamb x VonGentlemen]

Having assumed that she was alone during the approach to the front entrance, an offered greeting drifting from her periphery offered quite the startle. Her stride faltered before sliding into a halt, allowing for an in-depth observation of her surroundings. There, practically before her, a stranger began to rise. It was a wonder how he could have possibly been missed in the first place. Despite the fact that she was still technically on the clock, his offer to carry the burden of the parcel was far too tempting to deny. How noble, thank you. Her painted lips curved to a coy smile while relinquishing her grasp. While searching for payment, Aliya took a moment to take her own personal stock of his outfit. Mildly perplexed, it was rather difficult to pin his role in the estate perhaps a friend to the master of the house? It wasnt often she saw an outfit mixing formalities, especially at the first welcoming reception of the festival. Noting his realization to a lack of funds, her eyes turned back to the front doors. It wasnt common to be invited into the actual address of her delivery, specifically regarding the wealthier clients. How fortuitous! She would finally get to see the interior of a manor. A small nod was offered as a response before they both turned and continued their approach. Her gaze bore into every window they passed, attempting to gain some sort of insight as to what she would be able to expect. Once again, his voice pulled her from her mental preparations. Hm? Oh, yes indeed. With a voice like honey, she proceeded. I never plan my festival. I prefer to let it guide me. I think thats the only way to truly embrace the spirit of it all. While Aliya appreciated the compliment to her outfit, she wasnt about to go instantly blathering on about the personal intricacies of her life. Even more so now that she had earned an invitation, however brief, to enter a mansion. What of yourself? Are you expected here tonight? She was trying so desperately to sound casual. It wasnt often she was able to rub elbows with a possible noble or well to do financier.
Thread: The Lantern Festival [Lost Lamb x VonGentlemen]

You're a brave one. Vayce chuckled as she followed in his footsteps. I've come to find that such nights oft spur the most unexpected of outcomes. Each of his words was laced with only the slightest tinge of a teasing purr. While their status placed them worlds apart, Vayce instinctively saw the girl as his equal. Despite becoming a man of means, he still instinctively empathize drastically more with the workers and other artisans of the city. Vayce took in a deep breath of air in attempt to inoculate himself against the numerous stresses that no doubt awaited him inside the manse. No sooner had he opened the doors that he found himself confronted by a small array of servants, each with countless inane logistical questions about the functions of the night. With a wave, Vayce dismissed the servants in hopes that their inherent autonomy would eventually lead to matters of presentation being resolved without the need for his input. The foyer, while in a state of flux, still served as an excellent prelude to the manor's complex architecture. Countless lanterns hung carefully from strings while arrays of tallow candles burned at the base of a bronzed Iron Giant skeleton. Ornamental shields hung from the walls, many serving as platforms for further strings of lanterns. Vayce began to embark up the grans staircase and gestured for the guest to follow him. In lieu of having to deal with pulling funds from the home's treasury, he would simply pay her from his own purse and reconcile the difference later. They tell me I'm expected to attend. I'm of half a mind to put that to the test. He joked as he lead her through the upstairs hallways towards his two-tiered bedroom where his coinpurses were kept.
Thread: You can't change Destiny (Lunareclipse x Shadow)

Luck wasn't really in the picture today. Eira had already had a rotten week, and it was only getting worse. Just today, she seemed to be tripping over everything, dropping everything, and running into people. It was pouring down rain, and she had forgotten her umbrella, dropped her phone into a puddle, and she was soaked from head to toe. To top it off, she was late for work. Running to the coffee shop, she burst through the front door out of breath, and dripping water all over the tile floor. Where have you been? You're late! Mark was quick to bark from the register as he passed out yet another order to another person waiting in line. They were packed, the small shop filled with people, many whom looked like wet dogs. Throwing on her apron, she charged behind the register and got right to work taking orders and payments while Mark made the coffee and passed them out. It took time, but finally the line was dwindled down to nothing. So, care to tell me why you were late again today? Eira grimaced and tucked a stray strand of rich brown hair behind her ear. I'm sorry. My car broke down and I couldn't get a ride. I had no choice but to run. Mark shook his head. This is the fourth time this week, you know. Eira, you are one of my hardest workers, but you have to quit being so late okay? Please don't make me fire you over something so foolish. She nodded and bowed her head before returning to work. Now that the place was empty, she could get a good look around. The coffee shop smelled faintly of the rain outside, but it was far more rich with coffee and mocha aromas of different roasts. There were cozy couches by the windows, small tables tucked into corners for those couples who wished to keep their privacy. A grand piano sat in the corner for those nights they had someone come in to play. On the far side of the room was the stage often used on poetry night. The shop was a hot spot for the younger crowd in the evening, and the hard working adults in the morning. Taking a look outside, it didn't appear the rain would be letting up any time soon, which meant for a slow day. Finding something to do, she decided to clean the bakery display case, again.
Thread: You can't change Destiny (Lunareclipse x Shadow)

RE You can't change Destiny Superstition, Prophecy. Stories of a future recited by elders always seemed to fall on half deaf ears for Erik. The concept that he was simply walking a guided path through life never sat well with him. Despite the scolding that he tempted Fate and the old Gods to revoke their bestowed gifts, all seemed to unfold the way they vaguely predicted. Was it destiny or did he shape his own path? His first change came on his 16th Birthday and with it came the brashness any young teenager with a gift of power might gain. Years tempered that brashness with maturity and a honed sense of control. While he held a less than desired regard for superstition, the guidance of the very same Elders in the more...solid ways of life were rarely ignored. Ascension as Alpha of the pack came over the years as he grew and learned the ways of leadership. Some of the ways of Leadership. Time would afford him experience. Physical strength would hopefully grant him time. As he walked through the rainy streets, the words of superstition echoed in his ears Rain is almost always a sign of change. The world washing away to bring anew. While he wasn't one to pay much heed, things seemed different in recent days. The full moon was approaching and a new wolf would emerge among them. The Elders sensed it but none within his pack would make the change when it came. In all his life, he had never known their senses to be incorrect in this aspect. If there was ever a thread that would give him something to grasp onto superstition, this would be it. And yet, none of the children in the pack had their birthday when the moon would be full. Packs tended to stay away from one another, territorially keeping their distance out of fear or respect and no other was close enough to his. So what brought this on? His rainy walk was as much a search for a reason for his unease as it was a question of his own feelings of superstition. Tired of the cold, he made his way to a coffee shop, entering the door to be hit with the comforting smell of coffee and mocha in the air. A small smile crossed his face as he took in the warm air, the cold of the rain slowly leaving his body. Walking towards the counter, he looked at the display case, eyeing the various pastries.
Thread: You can't change Destiny (Lunareclipse x Shadow)

RE You can't change Destiny A loud clap of thunder startled Eira from her cleaning, and she dropped the rag she was using upon the floor. Darn it! What's wrong with my fingers today. They just don't want to work. Turning, she reached to dispose of the now dirty cloth and get a new one. In the midst of it all, she hadn't even seen or heard anyone come in. It wasn't until she was ducked down on the backside that she spotted a face peering at all of their delicious items, many still steaming from the oven. Oh! Hi! I'm so sorry! I didn't see you! Popping up like a piece of kettle corn, she hid the cleaning supplies and leaned forward upon the counter. What can I get for you? Mark came out with a piping hot tray filled with muffins, and opened the case to slide them in. It was such a mundane task, one that clearly bored the man to death. Eira, you missed a spot. Pointing to the tiny smudge clear to the bottom, he shook his head and turned, shoving open the door to the kitchen and disappearing from sight. A bright flush came to her cheeks as her silverish eyes focused on the male before her. Right, um. Care for a coffee? A cinnamon role? It wasn't the first time Mark rode her for the dumbest of things, but today it seemed the thunder was tied to the man's poor mood.
Thread: You can't change Destiny (Lunareclipse x Shadow)

RE You can't change Destiny The sound of thunder sent ripples through him. He could feel the sound send vibrations through his chest as it sounded its arrival. A close thunderclap. Superstition he thought to himself as he took a slow breath and looked at the pastries. It was more window shopping than anything else as he rarely felt a desire to partake in anything but coffee on the rare occasions he made such a stop at a coffee shop. Never hurt to look. Her voice snapped him from his wandering thoughts as he looked at the pastries. It's alright, he said, a polite smile as he looked up. It took him a moment but the sense was there. That familiar feeling and scent. Her...It was her time to change his mind spoke out as his eyes fixed on her. He didn't recognize her and beyond the familiar feel that she was of his kind, nothing marked her. Packless His mind began to fill in questions before he could even think of asking. Uhm...Coffee would be great... He tried to keep his body neutral while he analyzed his next move. And...A roll would be great. Unless you have a favourite you think I'd be better off trying, he added with a smile. How could she have gone through the years without anyone noticing her before? Certainly someone in his pack must have passed her somewhere, noticed her. He made his way to a table near cash, taking a seat and setting his umbrella against the chair next to him. If she was indeed packless, she likely didn't know what she was and that on its own would be dangerous to everyone.
Thread: You can't change Destiny (Lunareclipse x Shadow)

RE You can't change Destiny Eira nodded and turned, about to ask for here or to go, but he was already slipping into a seat. Well, the cinnamon rolls are the best, which is why I always suggest them. Pulling a cup from the sleeve, she poured him a regular coffee, slapped a lid on it, and set it on the counter while she fetched him a fresh, warm cinnamon roll. It was drizzled with icing that oozed down the sides, and without a glove on her hand, she'd quickly become a sticky mess. Placing it all on a tray, with the receipt, she slipped around the counter and made her way for the table. Each step she took was cautious, the sway of her hips giving her the appearance of being graceful. However, she didn't feel that way at all. Just as she gently placed the tray on the surface of his table, she turned, tripping over an untied shoelace. oh! Falling to the floor, she managed to kick over his umbrella, knock the chair to the floor with a loud clatter, and bump her head on the floor. Her cheeks softened to the deepest shade of red that could be found in the rainbow as she slowly sat up. Her hat had fallen off her head, leaving her mess of hat hair to be seen. Oh shoot. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to knock over your umbrella. Finally, her chin lifted to peer into the eyes of their customer, and she was filled with a sense of familiarity. This might sound strange, but... do I know you? Wow, that sounded great, didn't it? So not creepy. Rolling her eyes, she moved the to grab another chair to help ease herself up off the floor, just as Mark came out of the back with a sheet tray raised in the air. Eira? What is going on out here? Why are you over there and not behind the counter? Why are you on the floor? Lowering the tray, clearly having been prepared to beat someone down, he set his weapon with a loud clatter off to the side. I'm sorry. I swear, there's a full moon or something. I just...don't feel like myself.