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christophercalloway‌:

Now that was a fun reaction, Christopher had in no way intended to compare the other to a lovesick puppy. Much on the other hand, when he mention if the other should have gone after the master he meant it in the sense the other should be worried that the person that rented him had lost the interest so damn fast. 

“What worries you the most?… the puppy part of the kicked down the stairs part?!“ To the master knowledge, when someone brings a subject up is because they liked it or they fear it. No one ever brings potatoes up because most of the time, no one cares about potatoes. 

“Did it ever occurred to you that the master might want to play hide and seek?“

Ilan chuckled at the guy’s question. “I don’t like either option. People following others blindly just to please them have always annoyed me. I’ve had enough of those coming after me when I was still alive, so if I can stay out of that field in this.. afterlife, I rather keep it that way. But being kicked down the stairs ain’t pleasing either, so I’d rather keep away from both options.” But if he’d have to choose, he definitely would rather be rolling down the stairs all over again than be following anyone around like he wouldn’t have a mind of his own. He had his own mind, rather stubborn one as well, and he rather kept it that way.

“Usually if you’re playing hide and seek you let the other person know that’s happening. Would you just decide to play hide and seek, go hiding and not tell the other? Who knows how long you’d end up laying under a couch, just waiting for the other person to find you when they never will because they didn’t know they were supposed to go look for you in the first place.”

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lyrcbelacqua‌:

SANTIAGO CABRERA

STAR TREK: PICARD The End is the Beginning

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christophercalloway‌:

Most of the time Christopher felt like he was in a playground. Sometimes because he felt like he could play with everything at his sight. But there were times where he just felt like he was surrounded by little kids. And while finding someone that was older than him or around his physical age wasn’t that difficult if he set his mind to it, it wasn’t the general rule in this place.

“I would pay to see that…” he actually would, mostly because the other didn’t seem to have a violent bone in him. He looked artistic like he could be creative, but violent, not really. But then again, the master has been wrong before. 

“And shouldn’t have you gone after him?… He might be in trouble…“ he did his best to remain a straight face, but the idea, or maybe the alcohol was making want to laugh at the idea. 

“Maybe I should start taking money for the possibility of the bartender crossing me someday.” He was definitely joking about it, you could tell that really easily from the slight grin on his lips and just by the tone of his voice.

Ilan raised his brow at the master’s words and then chuckled “Run after him like some lost puppy and then potentially get kicked down the stairs ‘cause I followed? Yeah no thanks. Plus why would I follow in the first place? I ain’t five. Besides, he knows where I am if he regrets his decision of walking out of the bar.”

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christophercalloway‌:

Oh good, a smart one. Thank the Devil for small favors. Christopher took the drink and study it. It was the same drink he had been nursing before. “I am a firm believer in shooting the messager…” he was still looking at the drink “people say not to, but then again you do have to channel your emotions somewhere…” He finally took a sip of his drink “Lucky for you, the bartender didn’t fuck you over…”.

Christopher pointed to the chair ahead of him, the other was well dressed and clearly had done a good job when getting him a drink. The master had watched the other long enough to know no one had been sitting next to him, that only added to his own curiosity.   

“Was someone kind enough to give you the night off?!“

Ilan surely hoped this guy wouldn’t shoot the messenger, because getting shot didn’t feel nice. And some master surely had some fucked up kink that involved guns and Ilan wasn’t enjoying those ones. But as this master seemed to be fine with his drink, Ilan definitely felt some level of relief which only showed out as a small grin. “Good to hear. I might have made sure the bartender wouldn’t do the same mistake twice.” Okay, Ilan wasn’t a violent guy and he wasn’t truly sure what he’d do to make sure the bartender wouldn’t make him suffer for their mistake, but he did have extremely good imagination so the bartender surely wouldn’t enjoy whatever he’d came up with.

He sat down on the offered chair and chuckled a bit at the master’s question. “Technically no, but he did disappear somewhere quite a long ago, so I guess in a way I’m still on a rent without really being on one.”

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littlefaunaainsworth‌:

fauna had been dismissed from aylas company for now while the mistress dealt with other matters, so the little brunette had clambered up at the bar to enjoy the drink in her hand. looking around she noted an unfamiliar face across the bar and studied him for a moment before offering him a small wave when he met her gaze and looked back. never one to turn down an opportunity to make a friend, the slave got up and plopped down on the stool next to him.

“i hope this seat isn’t taken.” she chirped. “the names fauna and the game is trying to drink as many of these before i get dragged into a pit of lava or something.”

Ilan chuckled a bit as the fellow slave just sat next to him. “Go ahead”, he replied, but then chuckled at her following words. “Lava is no fun, that’s for sure. But I’m Ilan, here just enjoying the freedom for a bit before the darkness and cold concrete floor is my home again.” He looked at Fauna and raised his brow a bit. “I take it that whoever rented you went somewhere else leaving you here?”

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meredithxcarlisle‌:

Seeing a slave without a companion was a somewhat unusual sight to see and that’s what initially piqued her attention. What held her attention was the fact that the toy was evidently very pretty. When he met and held her gaze, a laughter bubbled up to her lips. Not a broken toy then, but still one with some attitude. She signalled to the bartender and the man obliged by providing her with two glasses of red wine. She tilted her head and invited the unaccompanied slave to join her.

Seeing the woman laugh as a reaction to his gaze Ilan couldn’t help but grin in a reply. He watched how the bartender brought two glasses on her table and when the clear invite came from her, Ilan stood up from his spot and walked to her table. “Hello”, he said as he sat down. “Why are you sitting here all alone?”

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christophercalloway‌:

It wasn’t a bad night. He had worked himself out of the morning mood with a cute creature and now he was feeling more like himself. Or as himself, he could ask for given the circumstances. Christopher even found the will to walk himself into the bar and actually be around people. It had been the first in a long while. 

He had promised himself, he wouldn’t overdo it on the drink that night, but as soon as he had said it he knew he wouldn’t keep that up. So he was already done with a high number of drinks when he found someone looking, not just looking, actually staring. Maybe the alcohol or the fact he was getting bored once again, but he stared back. 

After a while, he rose his glass at the other, he tapped on it and then signal for the other to come to him. Hopefully, he would get it and actually brink another drink with him.  

The signal the man gave to him was pretty easy to understand, so Ilan went to the bar counter, asked the bartender to make the same drink the man had ordered before, and once Ilan had the drink in his hand he walked to the man’s table. He gave him a smile and set the drink in front of him before sitting down with his own drink. “If the drink is a wrong one, blame the bartender and his bad memory. But hello.”

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badxxxjuju‌:

@ilanreyes​

Lee was walking laps around her cell to stretch her legs. She had been more reserved as of late and her body was beginning to take a toll from the lack of exploring. Her eyes were roaming around in curiosity before they settled on Ilan. “Hey, the man in the tin suit!” There was a smile in her voice before she stepped over to the bars. “Been anyone else’s knight in shining armor lately?” She was teasing, but it was all in good fun.   

Ilan was doing what he was always doing in the cell -- just laying on the floor, his hands on his stomach and getting lost in his own mind. What made the day different was the fact that someone had left some sort of source of light in there so you could actually see around yourself. The shackles around his wrists and his neck felt cold, but in a way Ilan had gotten used to all that, even to the heaviness of them. The dim light in the cellar was the only weird thing of this all, because usually the cellar was always pitch black and you couldn’t even see your own fingers. But clearly this time there was enough light for people to see even from cell to another, because how else someone would’ve noticed Ilan on the floor of the cell. The man opened his eyes and turned to look towards the voice and when he saw Jubilee’s face a small grin came on his lips. “Well hi to you too”, he said with a small chuckle. “No armors, no, but I did have a pretty fancy jacket the other day. What have you been up to?”

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borgiashq‌:

“ you were painting a house when you died? i thought you were creating your masterpiece or something that would have been more–grand. like the new mona lisa, ” the mistress teased with an amused scoff as she made vague gestures with her hands as to what she meant. though she could definitely see the irony in slipping in a sky blue paint. even if it sounded quite amusing now, she doesn’t think it did back then to him. at least, he was able to talk about it in such a lighthearted fashion now. the brunette couldn’t help but wonder if there would ever come a time wherein she would be able to do the same. perhaps, given a century later, she would just laugh at her own predicament as well. delilah listened to him thoughtfully as he talked about his love for painting, the way his lips tugged into a smile definitely shown that it was truly his passion. but if one looked closer, the would be able to see the sadness hidden behind that smile. and perhaps, it was brought about by her question if he missed it. “ i’m not that creative myself when it comes to that, but would you like to go painting tomorrow? you’d have a full 24-hr out of the cells if i’m not mistaken, so i can take you to get some materials and you can decorate a room in my house? or we can get you a canvas and an easel? ” she offered genuinely, hoping that it would at least alleviate his longing to paint even if it’s just for a day.

when he revealed his preference for both men and women, she couldn’t help but comment, “ not everyone was so accepting back in the days– ” if that’s what he meant. even now, they still face a lot of discrimination. however, she wished it was that easy for her to own up to whom she loves. not to say that those people had it easy, but at least, some people are more accepting now. but she didn’t really want to think about that, not when it was only bringing her spirits more down than they already are. with a lopsided grin playing on her lips, she feigned surprised when he said that he wasn’t fifty. “ you’re not fifty? i could swear you looked like you are just a few years shy away from my father’s age– ” the teasing was obvious in her tone, nodding her head when he said that he’s just forty. when he took a guess on her age, she raised a quizzical brow at him and shook her head. “ you’re not that good–who told you? ”

Ilan burst into a laugh at Delilah’s question and then shook his head. “No, I wasn’t painting a house, I was paiting with house paints. The piece itself was going to be this eight feet to six feet painting of a summery park. But well, it never got finished, or even close to being finished, so who knows what happened to it after I died.” It definitely hadn’t been funny to realise you had died because of your love for painting, but now that he had been thinking about it and talking about it aloud with Delilah there really was no other way than laugh at it. When she offered painting his eyes got wide, his mouth opened and closed few times before he managed to bring out any words. “I’d love that. And I’d be forever thankful to you for doing that for me.” Then a bright smile spread on his lips. “So if you are up to spending a day with me, or me just disappearing in my own little bubble as I paint, then I’m more than happy to agree to that suggestion.”

Ilan nodded few times at her words, not going back to the topic either because it seemed to be a touchy topic in some level.  Luckily talking about his age did take the mood away from the sad one to a more happier one. Or funnier one, really.  “Oh, no, don’t go to the dad-level”, he laughed and only laughed more when Delilah looked so surprised about his own guess. “No one told me. I’m just good at staring at people”, he joked with a grin, “I mean, you clearly are on your twenties, but you clearly aren’t twenty, but you can’t be too close to thirty either, so the steady middle is the twenty five. And according to your reaction I did hit it right.”

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badxxxjuju‌:

“You’re welcome,” Lee smiled. Being in hell had made Lee a tad bit nicer… to the follow slaves at least. She was taking the armor as a puzzle and was actually enjoying the discovery of more buckles. “He must have really wanted this fantasy with all these damn buckles.” Laughter filled the room a moment later. “I’m sure there is any good coming our way.” Lee examined his expression and couldn’t help the giggles that bubbled over. “Oh, I’m sure you know,” she smirked. “There are a few limitations with the armor so… were you giving or receiving?” Her head nodded as another piece of armor was removed. “Pleasure to meet you, Ilan.”

“What I can tell I’m pretty sure this is an authentic armor, so just think how back in the day people actually had to get in and out of these multiple times a day.” He shook his head a bit at the thought of having to carry one of these all the time and then fighting in them and riding a horse while wearing one, and then having to actually get in and out of the armor all the time. He really respected the knights for going through all this. Ilan chuckled a bit at her comment and the brown eyes turned to look at her. “Both. But luckily part of that kink of his was stripping me out of this and eventually putting it back on me. So there was really no tin can action other than kissing.”

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The master who had rented Ilan for the night pretty much had abandoned him at the bar. Ilan had no idea where he had gone and what was going on, but since he was nowhere to be seen or found, Ilan considered this as his off-night. After all, some of the masters were those who just wanted to provide some freedom from the cells to the slaves so that was what Ilan was assuming was happening right now. So there he was, at the bar, he had clothes on him, a drink and all seemed quite nice and calm. He rolled the swizzle stick between his fingers, time to time biting the end of it and as he was doing this his gaze met someone else’s gaze. Instead of looking away, Ilan decided to challenge the other just by staring right back at the person, just to see what the reaction would be.

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borgiashq‌:

“ what kind of stuff do you paint? i’ve tried painting before but all i created was a bunch of smudged colors overlapping each other, “ delilah chimed in with a little chuckle. her mother was surely disappointed at that, trying to get her into painting classes and finding out that she didn’t exactly have the skill for it. “ do you miss it? painting? “ inquired the brunette as she placed her hands on top of her lap, leaning forward a little; she was pretty sure that the slaves weren’t given materials to pursue their art in this place.

“ that must be nice—not having to hide who you like. “ unlike hers wherein everything they did were pretty much stolen kisses and longing glances. they were never able to display their growing affections in front of other people, not without being judged. rolling her eyes fondly at his comment about being ancient, lilah piped in playfully, “ i doubt you’re that old. you don’t look a day past fifty. “ she noted in jest. if she had to take a guess, she would say that he’s probably in his mid-thirties to early forties. but that doesn’t mean he was any less attractive.

“I did paint a bit of everything, usually went for oil paints, but if I did painted something bigger, then I just went for actual house paints. You know, those pig cans of paint. Those were also my doom, you know”. he chuckled, ”The paint where I slipped was a spilled out bucket of blue paint. I think it was like sky blue one. What irony..” He shook his head a bit, but he still looked rather amused as he thought back to the piece he had been painting. “But the stuff I painted, it was pretty much anything I just felt like painting. Scenery, people, splashes of color, just random stuff I came up with.. I never really stayed in one medium. But I loved it.” The smile on his lips softened and in a way certain kind of sadness shaded it. “I do miss it. The feeling of holding the brush, the smell of the paints, using my fingers to spread the paint, being in that creative space where painting takes me.. You know, when I’m awake, just laying on the floor of the pitch black cell I imagine that I’m painting. Of course it’s not the same thing, but it makes the time go faster.“

“Well, surely some situation would’ve been easier if I would’ve hid who I liked, but I’d be lying to myself if I’d do that, so I was just out all proudly with the person I liked. I mean, I’ve always liked both men and woman, and sometimes that just caused problems.” Of course it wasn’t as bad as it was to those who were older than him, but it surely hadn’t been easy for him either. Although Ilan did have a feeling things hadn’t been easy for Delilah either, but he didn’t go prying why it had been hard for her. Especially when love had its odd ways and sometimes it was hard, no matter what the situation was. The smile lit on his face again when she started teasing him. “Oi. Fifty?? I know my bear grows fast, but come on.” He laughed a bit. “I’m actually forty. Turned forty like 1,5 months before I died. How old were you? Twenty... five?” It really was just a guess, but Ilan was quite sure she was twenty something, not quite twenty, but surely not too close to thirty. So a safe bet was right in the middle.

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borgiashq‌:

honestly, she would have understood if he wanted to find someone more interesting to stay with, which is why she said that out loud. she was only a mistress by name after all and even during the days when she wasn’t having a bad day, she couldn’t really give them what they want. so, when ilan halted in his steps, delilah did the same. tilting her head upwards to look at him with soft amber hues when he brushed his thumb gently against her cheek, a genuine smile touched her lips at his words. shaking her head a little at the sheer ridiculousness of his joke, she pushed on his shoulder playfully, “ i’m not gonna kick you down the stairs–maybe just push you a little. ” it was obvious that she didn’t mean it either, but it did earn a chuckle from the mistress.

holding onto his hand as she let him take the lead, the second floor was just as huge as the first one. the hallway seemed to never end until they stopped on a door. waiting for someone to respond as he knocked, she moved closer to him just in case the room was already occupied. but as no one answered, they let themselves in to find that it was actually a supply closet. it wasn’t that huge, but it would fit the two of them enough without it being too cramped. when he locked the door behind them, she felt herself suddenly getting a little nervous. she knew that ilan was nothing like caleb, but she was still pretty traumatized from their last encounter that the mistress was a little iffy about being in a locked space with someone she hasn’t known for a long time. though she trusted him enough to take him as a date, she couldn’t stop being a little anxious. when he gestured for her to take a seat on the makeshift stool, the brunette hiked up the skirt of her dress as she lowered herself down to sit. humming in agreement, she averted her eyes from him as she replied, “ yeah–it’s nice. thank you for being so patient with me. ”

as the two of them stayed inside the supply closet, delilah found herself reminiscing a little of her high school days. “ i remember hiding in a closet before, but it was definitely less innocent than this, ” she noted with a chuckle as she recalled some fond memories.

If Delilah would’ve just said that locking the door made her feel anxious Ilan would’ve left it open, even if it’d mean someone could come and interrupt their little moment of peace. But since she didn’t word it out, how could’ve he known about it? So Ilan was just all fine sitting on the floor on the other side of the closet, his legs straight, just passing the hem of Delilah’s dress.

“Don’t worry about it. A painter has to be patient, otherwise you’d never get any painting done. If you are being impatient and won’t let the paint dry between the layers you’re just going to get canvas that’s just few different shades of brown and nothing else.” Creating just piles of brown art didn’t really make you an artist, at least not in Ilan’s eyes. Although in Ilan’s eyes a lot of suprematism painters weren’t really painters either -- anyone could paint a white canvas white and add a black square in the middle.

As Delilah mentioned high school days, Ilan chuckled a bit and looked around them. “It has been quite a while when I had my high school days. Or had the need to hide from other’s eyes to steal a kiss from the person I liked.” His eyes settled on Delilah and a grin spread on his lips. “I’m old, you know. Almost ancient.”

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borgiashq‌:

maybe if she tried harder, she would have been able to process the joke he was trying to make. however, her mind was drifting off to a different place–a darker one that she didn’t want herself to get stuck into. “ yeah–it’s just a neverending torment, ” the brunette answered in quite a pessimistic tone, sighing a little.when ilan suggested that they should go upstairs, the brunette nodded her head and grabbed his hand so they could walk towards that direction. the place was pretty packed with masked strangers and she didn’t want to lose him in the crowd.

though delilah wasn’t sure what they would find upstairs, she just reckoned that it couldn’t be worse than what’s happening downstairs, right? if she could just ignore her thoughts, maybe she could even have some fun. as they reached the second floor, the sounds have died down a little and it felt like she could breathe a little more. turning to her date, she released her hold on his hand as she offered him an apologetic smile. “ i’m sorry–i feel like i’m not really being a fun date right now. i’d understand if you’d rather find entertainment elsewhere. ”

What Ilan had learned about Hell and the whole logic of things in here, he had found out how there was always some sort of more private rooms available for masters who wanted more peace for whatever they were up to. So Ilan pretty much counted that he’d find rooms like that upstairs. Or at least some kind of space where they could possibly just sit down and be away from all the sounds and sights of the ballroom.

When Delilah turned to him, Ilan stopped in his steps and looked at her. He gave her a soft smile and brushed his thumb gently over her cheek. “That’s okay. Everyone has their bad days.” Then his smile turned into a small grin. “You think I’d abandon you here all alone and go down there with all of them? No thanks. I much rather stay in your company. Unless you kick me down to stairs or something to get me out of your hair, that is.” It was obvious he said that as a joke, because Ilan was quite sure by now that Delilah actually did like his company and wouldn’t toss him to the wolves without an actually good reason.

Ilan took her hand again and took her further in that floor. He stopped at one door, knocked on it, waited for a bit if someone would reply, but there was no answer. He opened the door, put the lights on and noticed it’s actually some kind of cleaning supply closet. Why there was one like that in a Dracula castle was a question to him -- or actually no, it wasn’t, it had to be someone’s kink to bang in a supply closet “Mhm. I guess this’ll do”, he hummed and took Delilah in the closet, closed the door behind them, locked it just in case someone would try to come there too and then let go of her hand. Ilan grabbed one bucket from one of the shelves, put it upside down on the floor and gestured Delilah to sit on it, and Ilan himself just sat on the floor. And even though only about a minute had passed Ilan noticed something pretty major. “..it’s surprisingly quiet in here. Which is actually pretty nice right now.”

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borgiashq‌:

“ i don’t really think that they’re gonna give us any warning before biting our necks–unless they’re the courteous kind of vampires, ” delilah supplied, obviously dwelling on this further than she should be. however, she needed the distraction. to fill her mind with other trivial stuff to lessen its focus on the ones weighing her down right now. shrugging her shoulders a little, she added, “ but it’s not like they could actually kill us since we’re all dead already. ”

once the two of them were inside, she looked around the place and almost regretted doing so. there were slaves on all fours with serving trays nailed to their backs, slaves chained to the walls for the masters’ entertainment, there was even one who was being spit roasted over the fire as if they were some meat. averting her gaze away from those, she looked back to her date and answered, “ i think i just need to get away from all of this. find something normal? ”

Okay, it was more and more clear that something was darkening Delilah’s mind when she didn’t even go for Ilan’s jokes. It was a bit worrying for sure. “Nah, I’m still sure you’d hear them coming. If you won’t hear the blood whispers you surely would hear the clicking noice of teeth or sucking noises.” The mention of them being already dead made Ilan go silent for a bit and his tone turned more serious one. “If we die we just die all over again and be brought back to life just to feel that again.”

As they were inside the castle Ilan realised how this wasn’t going to be just a normal masquerade ball. A deep frown came to his face as he looked around them and in a way he told himself he should’ve known this would be the case. Of course there couldn’t be anything normal or nice in Hell. “Okay, let me see..” It really looked like there was only horrible things to see no matter where you set your eyes on, but there had to be other rooms people could spend time in if this ballroom wasn’t for their liking. Ilan spotted stairs that went upstairs and he gestured towards them. “Maybe we’d find some peace and quiet from there?”

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borgiashq‌:

ilan was one of the few slaves delilah felt comfortable around, like she wasn’t expected to assume the role of a mistress and she could just talk to them freely. it was one of the reason why she invited him as her date for the night, to give him some sort of reprieve from his cell. it’s the least she could do after he helped her out in the kitchen.

arriving at the castle, she would have been marveling at the sight if her mind wasn’t so occupied with other thoughts. the brunette wouldn’t have even noticed ilan talking to her if he didn’t lean towards her. raising her gaze as if she was taken aback about what he was saying, there was a look of confusion in her eyes for a second before her mind processed his words. “ oh–yeah, it’s way bigger than i’ve imagine. ” forcing a smile on her lips, she chuckled a little at his silly joke while shaking her head. “ i’d say they’re not real, but who knows, right? ” nodding towards the entrance of the castle, delilah began to walk with ilan by her side. she looked completely out of place as they entered the place, with her ethereal dress that seemed to be straight out of a fairytale instead of hell while her curled hair cascaded down past her shoulders.

“Hey, they say hell isn’t real, but here we are”, he chuckled, “So when someone starts to whisper ‘blood, blood, blood’ in your ear, you know it’s time to beeline out of there.” Ilan was obviously thinking of those super old dracula movies that were sort of ridiculous in general -- like the dracula’s hair resembling a butt, the fangs being the front teeth and so on. A sharp teethed rabbits, you know.

Ilan had noticed that Delilah wasn’t really on a party mood, but he had made a mental note that he’d try to make her feel better. He wasn’t sure why she felt down, and he wasn’t sure was this place the right place to ask about it, but right now it was better to just babble about some random nonsense. Maybe he’d ask once they’d be somewhere more silent and not just arriving there.

“Alright, would you like to start from the drinks, the foods, or just find a spot to sit?”

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@borgiashq

Ilan was happy that Delilah had asked him to be her date at this masquerade. He knew the night could actually be a fun one instead of a total misery. Plus he knew he could spend the evening talking with Delilah if nothing else was going to happen. Plus there probably wasn’t any required time to spend at the masquerade, so most likely they could leave at any given time if they’d feel like it. But Ilan really hoped Delilah would enjoy the evening nevertheless.

As they arrived, Ilan eyed at the castle and then leaned a bit towards Delilah -- after all she was like a head shorter. “I had my own thoughts about how a Dracula castle looks like, but somehow I didn’t think it’s this huge. Or this.. gloomy.” He chuckled a bit and straightened up again. “But then again, it’s a dracula castle. Better stay away from those blood suckers, huh?” he was grinning a bit and winked at Delilah, being proud of this stupid joke of his.