#event. / 006

[viladlind]

there is something addled in fiyero's mind.

   to hunt the other demon he's come across on the island, it was easy. he smelled like one, he acted like one. golden eyes that spoke of greed, speech that revealed arrogance. fighting him was easy, too. it's what fiyero was trained for from the moment of his birth, his being geared towards the destruction of sin.

   he looks at this one, and he feels wrong.

   the scent differs, for one. it's still hellish, but not the one he's familiar with, after thousands of demons slain by his hand. he'd be surprised at the audacity of walking around in his demonic form, the horns blatantly on display, but the other one did that, too. no hiding away, no outright trickery. he looks casual, in the crowd.

   as though he belongs. as though he's allowed to be there.

   and perhaps the worst thing is that he doesn't immediately react to fiyero's presence. heaven and hell know each other intimately, can recognize each other from aeons away. and fiyero being a seraph, it's not only his reputation that precedes him. but there's an act of familiarity here that he doesn't understand.

   his hand, covered in plated gloves, grips at the demon's collar. fiyero shoves him, just once. his expression looks empty as he looks him over, blue eyes boring into him. there's something missing, there. he thinks it should be anger. (he knows it should be affection.) isaiah in his other hand, the grip around his sword tightens.

   he feels empty. he feels confused. he feels wrong. ' what have you done to my mind? ' it's a tense demand. his sword hand twitches. there is a thin line here, keeping him from attacking outright, but it's untethered, fragile. fiyero knows the danger of curiosity.

   this one has golden eyes, too.

@corvisque

[thirtecnth]

@itsallegra / closed event starter / allegra hayes setting: minnie's dancehall - the ball

Benjamin knew he should be staying away from Allegra... Sorting himself out as he told her he was going to-- but one look at her from where his spot at the bar and he was done for. Ben really should've known she wouldn't be dressed anything less than perfect. Sighing, he swallowed back his drink and left it for the bartender, nodding thanks before he caught her line of sight and made his way over.

"You're making it very hard for me to work on myself, Allegra Hayes," he said, offering her a smile. "You're beautiful."

[cricketcampbell]

for: @lorelailewis

where: lori's bedroom, pre-sharky's

"So..."

Cricket pauses, partly for effect, but mostly because she feels the need to hold her breath as she leans closer to Lori's mirror and meticulously places one of the rainbow colored gemstones to the corner of her eye with her tweezers.

"Since you've obviously made up, are you finally going to tell me what you were even fighting about in the first place?"

Neither of the pair had offered up the information, nor had Cricket asked, despite the curiosity that'd had a chokehold on her since right after the bash when she'd noticed the obvious shift in things between her roommate and her cousin.

(As much as she'd wanted to know, the knowledge came with the risk of being expected to pick sides--which was never fun, but felt all around impossible when both parties involved were family to her. Losing either just wasn't an option.)

[lucianasbentley]

closed event starter for @owenxbentley activity: fairy hunting

"At least the weather isn't too bad." Luciana said as she held Gabby in the baby carrier and watched as Rowan hunted for "fairies". It was a little chilly so she was in a jacket, as was Rowan, and Gabby was bundled up so she'd stay warm. The little one was sleeping and as she was almost three months now, the colic was easing, but no totally away just yet. Luciana was pretty sure the previous night was the first time she had gotten more than three hours of sleep since they left the hospital. "I was thinking after this, we can head down to get some food then over to the mini games? As long as Gabs will let us."

[santiagodeleons]

closed for: @bradley-banner

"I could have executed this better," Santiago observes as he joins her at her side, bordering on overconfident in his statement but it was hard not to be when he was in attendance with her.

( In a sense at least, somewhat undefined. )

"Though fraudulent cowboy might be pushing it considering the whole Irish bit."

If anyone knew a thing or two about committing to a bit, it was his ex-wife who had embodied a whole different person when they had first met just for the hell of it. Even then, she was on theme in a way that made it difficult to look anywhere else.

"What's the odds of getting you on the mechanical bull?"

[steviexwagner]

closed starter for @johnnyxwagner activity: shopping

Stevie held onto Johnny's arm as they walked and looked at all the shops. It was a nice day and she was happy to be out and walking with the man she loved. Their first anniversary had just came and went and she still felt the same way about him as she always had; knowing it was nothing that would diminish for either of them. Placing a hand on her bump, she sighed as the babies moved around and she stopped for a moment. "Sorry. I swear they're more active when I am." Which wasn't saying much since the twins growing inside her seemed to be active all the time.

[luckylewis]

lucky 📲 lemie + lori.

Lucky: Uhh Lucky: Have you seen that assholes latest insta post? Lucky: Hold on I'll SS Lucky:

[mattswheeler]

closed starter for @loganxwalker location: Halloween Bash

After the night he had, Matt found himself in a better mood than the days previously. It was like seeing his best friend's baby being born made his eyes open back up. He was still grieving, of course, but his heart didn't feel so broken. He found himself knowing that Emily wouldn't want him to be this way. There was still a lot to process, but he didn't want to seclude himself anymore. He felt bad for being closed off the last few weeks and he felt he needed to make up for it; especially to Logan. Hoping she was going to be at the Halloween Bash, Matt dressed up in some clothes he knew he had and added in some body glitter Nicole had and went as Edward Cullen. After looking around for a bit, he found her and smiled as he looked at her as a scarecrow. "Hey. Look at you. The cutest scarecrow I've seen."

[emine--yalaz]

@hasan-demir​ Time: After Party

Emine lost count of the amount of drinks she had been handing out all night, especially to those within her borough. There was no fucking way in hell they were all going to be able to afford the prices. Yes, let’s make the poorer -- poorer. That was true rich people talk. 

The petite let out a loud laugh when she caught sight of Hasan, holding out a drink for him. “Who the fuck sucker punched you? And, how did I miss the show?” 

[ulyflynn]

closed for: @heyits-asher

With a tug on a fake ear that dangled from his best friend's baseball cap like he was ringing an old fashioned doorbell, Uly makes sure his attention is firmly on him before he starts tasking him with what he needed assistance with so his night wouldn't go to hell.

"Eyes on me dawg."

Not that he could easily tell if he was given the sunglasses that Asher wore with his costume, which seemed to be Skater Dog, which is a first for Uly.

"I need you to be the opposite of a wingman for me tonight."

He has no confirmation that Edie would be in attendance at Sharky's other than a gut feeling that she was somewhere within the same venue, and he's never been wrong about being able to tell she's nearby, he's always been dialled into her frequency.

[nickalphonsus]

Location: Sea stairs @akbartheolder​

It was without a doubt a fresh revelation in the stagnant purgatory that the island had all trapped them in. Nick had crept from the ruins of their hut leaving a stone out of line from the rest incase Mik woke up. The stained red one that simply meant – gone for a walk. The lack of knowing was the worst part. He’d managed to gauge from Mik, but mostly others, that whilst they’d been strapped in for a viney treat their evils twins had been running amok. Nick had not quite pieced together the glaringly hideous puzzle yet, and in its wake he was struggling to cope with the scar of its voice. Laying next to Mik while it whispered to him about cupping his hands about Mik’s throat. 

Nick took off because it was easier to do that then spend an evening tossing. With their shack in ruins and the sand turning the island into a neon rave party, sleep was hard to come by. He slinked off and just walked. Not going in any one particular direction. Passing through what looked like the ruins of something important as he came about the sea stairs. Nick crouched, here the light from the sand was distant, as the water lapped up and over the steps to swirl about his ankles. Back in the direction he’d come from was a figure. Instinctively he stood up. “Mik?”

The silhouette was too scrawny to be him, and as the luminous sand did its job Nick’s face fell. “It’s you.” Did he want to know why Emre was out for a midnight stroll? Maybe it was best not to ask. Nick turned back to the water to dip his fingers in slowly, as if to cup a handful and draw it upwards. Instead of holding it merely ran through his fingers but the act of it felt good. “Surprised you aren’t celebrating? This feels on par.” It was right about now that in a life long forgotten Nick would’ve loved a cigarette. The kind of habit he kept duly secret from Mik. “Chaos and carnage not your thing, mate?”

[thirtecnth]

@ofescapisms / closed event starter / sandra quispe setting: minnie’s dancehall - the ball

The second that Jacob had heard that Sandra would be at the ball, he had made his decision. He didn’t have much to wear, especially considering the theme, but he was insistent on at least trying. And in the time he got dressed, he had his very personal conversation with God… Really, he had such little time. To apologize, to beg for forgiveness, to explain himself, to discuss how wonderful he believed Sandra to be. No matter the amount of conversations he’d had with those around town, nothing could compare to actually speaking with the big man he was afraid of.

Jacob just couldn’t keep her waiting. Not when she deserved the absolute world.

And so, in the mirror above his dresser, as he held both a green tie and his Roman collar in his hands, he finished his prayer and slowly rested the collar down. Tonight— he was just a man... Truly, he always had been.

Still, did there have to be so many faces in the room already? As he finally arrived, Jacob nervously adjusted his father’s watch on his wrist until he finally caught Sandra’s gaze and smiled. A wave of calm only she could cause hit him… He only glanced away again for a moment as he approached her and gently rested a hand on her arm. “Sandra, I—” He was already stuck. He felt awful and she looked so beautiful. How was this supposed to go again? “I am so sorry.” And that was all he could really get out before gently resting his other hand on the small of her back and pulling her in for a kiss.

[schleckermaul]

XERXES ONLY MANAGES TO REACH OUT TO ZHILAN a few hours after he arrives back home. he didn't take any bags, coming to gilbert's place, hurried as it was, so he doesn't have anything to unpack— it's a restless few hours, spent pacing, a pulsing ache behind his left eyelid. most of him didn't want to reach for his phone in the first place. he's sure there are messages on it, calls and texts, but he hasn't looked at any of them.

   wouldn't it be so much easier? to just ... let things go? to stop talking entirely, to swerve out of the way of any attempts to arrive back within his reach? people will still care, yuri had told him. and yet, xerxes knows he could dismiss them.

   still, the warmth of zhilan's weight on top of him remains. maybe it's the memory of it, then. that he knows how much zhilan revealed, sinking into his hold. and he owes him, too, for all the time spent caring for his wounds, all the trouble he went through trying to take care of xerxes. he can't just— he could. but he can't.

   so, when the front door opens, still left unlocked, xerxes pulls his knees up to his chest. he's sitting on the floor in his room, leaning against the frame of his bed. one of his hands had rested on the gap he'd left in the wood, talking to wang yi, ramming a knitting needle into the ground. now, he crosses his arms on top of his legs, hides his face in the burrow between.

   listens, for the familiar footsteps up a flight of stairs. it's agonizing. and still, he waits. only moves his head a little, once the door creaks, to be able to give zhilan a smile that vanishes immediately. hiding his face again, lest the guilt reveals itself too much.

' ... hello, ' is eventually muffled into his pants, devoid of any tone. xerxes resists the urge to slam his forehead against his knees. ' thank you. for coming over. '

@archaictold / i already hate it here

[lucianasbentley]

closed starter for @owenxbentley location: Owen's place then the Halloween Bash

Luciana did one last look in the mirror, smoothing out her dress before she moved and smiled as she looked at Owen in his costume. There was a part of her that was still shocked she was able to get him to dress up with her, but she was learning quick that he was one to do anything to make her happy. And since they decided to be a couple, she was definitely happy. "You look so sexy." She commented, running her hand down his suit.

[reina-santiago]

WHERE: County Fair WITH: @sawyerdecker

“So,” Reina began, stealing a glance over at Sawyer from behind her wine glass, “I saw where Saint Gabriel is taking part in the rodeo later on tonight.” If there was ever a conversation starter, she figured that had to be it. Raising a brow, she took a sip of her chilled Pinot Grigio, “How are you feeling about that?” While she didn’t know Gabe all that well, Reina knew all about his injury– mostly because she’d been staffing the emergency room when he’d come in that night. At the time, his prognosis had looked rather grim, but he’d surpassed all the odds and now here he was, set to climb onto the back of a bucking bronco yet again, just like he’d done in his prime. “I saw him over by the paddocks earlier– he looks happier than a pig in shit.”

[steviexwagner]

closed starter for @islaricci location: The Halloween Bash

Stevie shifted Naomi in her arms and grabbed the food she ordered for her daughter. She was glad there were some options that weren't just candy and was heading back to the table when she saw Isla. "Isla!" She grinned at put down her food at the table and hugged her best friend. "Look at you! I'm loving your costume. You make the most beautiful Daphne Blake I have ever seen."