#event.thewedding

[davheira]

who? @mortalisla​

where? the streets of rome

when? after plot drop three

notes: what a time to find out you are a dad huh

The Courts have fallen to the drows and the streets of Rome have begun to run red with blood. Human or not, everyone has lost someone on the past few hours. Countless lost to the grips of death, countless drows born by the ending of the fey. The enemy is strengthen with every dead, and he cannot see the light at the end of the shadows, cannot see the way the song will end, but Davheira cannot stop. He cannot return to the fey forest, to stay with the survivors. Not when his vows to the decaying Senate still stand, not when his duty as a marshal remains. Davheira is patrolling the streets, finding survivors and taking them to whichever safe place is nearest, be it the blinding dome of light created by the Aspect, or the forest that had only meant to protect his kind but now has become a refuge for the survivors.

He is passing by a side street, when his clairvoyance stops him on his tracks and he begins running to follow the hint. Soon he finds himself in front of a barricade building, with hordes of vampires attempting to breech it. And Davheira —  as used to war as he is, is tired of the dying. A sharp whistle cuts through the air and the vampires freeze in place, kept in place by a thin, yet strong, layer of ice. It will not kill them, but it will keep them in place until he can get whoever they are trying to reach to safety. Carefully, he walks through the frozen vampires until he is standing before the barricaded door and does the only thing available, lest he frightens the survivors: he knocks.

“If you would be so kind as to step out? I can ferry you to safety, but only if you come out. The quiet won’t stay so for long.”

[yurcna]

who? @sethlozano​

where? an empty room in the vatican

when? post plot drop 2 before plot drop 3

note: let’s do it!! let’s make them unhinged!!

There is nothing more amusing than have a theory confirmed. Bloodthirsty conqueror her strange vampire may be, but one beheld to it’s base nature. It would be almost disappointed, to see the poor showing the man gave once there is nothing but bloodlust to guide his actions, but he looks ever-so-pretty covered in blood. Feral and consumed by the corruption singing on his veins, unable to do anything but fall into temptation, there is something unholy about his gaze and Yurena wants. She wants to feel his lips on hers, wants to finish what they have started countless times and yet never finished.

“Ah, leoncito,” she croons in near-amusement as she gazes at the vampire at waits. There is a spell on her fingertips, ready to be launched as soon as the other lounges, but aside from that she appears relaxed, silver dress spotless and not a hair out of place. “To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?”

[zoeysalisu]

who? @fxllenpythia​

where? the streets of rome

when? post plot drop three

notes: the event is over when I say it’s over... and when Zoey dies

“Hey, hey, we have to go, there is more of them coming, it’s not safe.” Zoey has lost Hayliel sometime over the last few hours, and she is terrified. She has been running and hiding since the wedding went down in chaos, since Jamie had given her his blood, and it doesn’t feel like this hell is never going to end. She is turning, moving to run to the next hiding spot, when she sees a stranger standing on the middle of the street. She is rushing at the other’s side without hesitation, a hand on her arm as she pulls. “We have to go.”

[healerswanford]

who? @appetizinggael​

where? a hallway in the vatican

when? post plot drop three

notes: temporary feral!isabella wants a snack

The thirst is overwhelming, clouding her every thought even as she struggles to take a deep breath, even as she struggles to stop herself from reaching out and taking the blood she so desires. Isabella should have left as soon as the chaos started, as soon as her control began slipping past her fingers but — . She had felt Elmira’s dead, felt the suffering that it brought to her sire, felt the mourning that followed, heard the Queen’s screams. She can’t leave, not while those she is supposed to protect are still within the Vatican, not when she has a duty. But — . She needs blood, and she needs blood quick. Her throat burns, her gums ache, and she needs to feed. Needs to feed desperately, and from a human, despite what her instincts are screaming at her to do. She had barely stopped herself from attacking another vampire, and she refuses to fall that low, when it had been a leech that had hurt Jamie, when it had been the leech that had killed Elmira.

She is standing on an empty hallway out of the way, her hands gripping one of the statues as it breaks underneath her hands as she struggles to think.

She is so thirsty.

A sound breaks through the silence, a heartbeat, and her head snaps up to find the thrall of the bar. Her fraying self-control snaps at the sound of rushing blood, at the smell.

She is crowding the thrall against the wall before she realizes, teeth bared as she pushes him against the wall and sinks her teeth on his throat.

[thepraetor]

who? @rajxambrosio​

where? the streets of rome, near mutat domun

when? post plot drop three

notes: tfw your world falls apart around her

Rarely has anyone seen Cloe truly angry, not in the way she is right now. Only at the time of her mother’s death, only during Halloween, only then had she allowed herself to feel the rage coursing through her veins, allowed the cold raging thing inside her chest out as she fought without hesitation, killed without compunction. She is raging now, as the statues she has awakened carve a path for her through the streets of Rome. Anyone who tries to approach the bleeding faiman to attack her is ripped to shreds, never getting close enough to harm her. And yet, even in her anger, she is kind. Those who are afraid, those who are running, those who are in danger, they are allowed through, as she ushers them forward, urging them to go to the blinding wall of light her clairvoyance tells her is safe, sending statues to guide them and protect them as they do. Slowly, her guard of statues is diminishing, but she doesn’t care. She has to get home, has to see if what Theneras said is true, has to make sure there are survivors.

They are a few streets away from Mutat Domun, when she senses someone who she shouldn’t be sensing. Raj — But it’s different, why does he feel like magic? She stops her journey, her worry for her friend overwhelming as she turns towards where she senses him.

“Raj!” She screams, hoping that he will hear her and find her.

[fennharel]

who? @xlogonx​

where? the vatican

when? everything is on fire, the party has starter (?)

notes: before meeting with laer, aka before big mommy ayi’gi’s presence is felt

“I do hope you wanted to be bitten, otherwise it seems I will be breaking more Senate laws on the upcoming days,” they mention almost idly as they throw another vampire’s head to the side with carelessness. Self-defense protects their actions on the wedding, but the moment they learn who dared hurt Logon, they will ensure they meet their ending rather painfully. “Unless you have taken care of it, in which case, do you need further assistance?”

[thegoodfellow]

Robin Goodfellow - The Wedding

I'm not a fan of puppeteers, but I've a nagging fear Someone else is pulling at the strings Something terrible is going down through the entire town Wreaking anarchy and all it brings I can't sit idly, no, I can't move at all I curse the name, the one behind it all Discord, I'm howlin' at the moon And sleeping in the middle of a summer afternoon

[bleedingwings]

Sariel - Location Unknown

Are we gonna have a problem? You got a bone to pick? You’ve come so far Why now are you pulling on my dick? I’d normally slap your face off And everyone here could watch But I’m feeling nice Here’s some advice Listen up, biatch! Woah! Woah! Woah! Honey, whatchu waitin’ for? Welcome to my candy store Time for you to prove You’re not a loser anymore Then step into my candy store

[archeolcgist]

Evelina Cirillo - The Wedding

What you know about rollin' down in the deep? When your brain goes numb, you can call that mental freeze When these people talk too much, put that shit in slow motion, yeah I feel like an astronaut in the ocean, ayy

What you know about rollin' down in the deep? When your brain goes numb, you can call that mental freeze When these people talk too much, put that shit in slow motion, yeah I feel like an astronaut in the ocean

[yurcna]

who? @bloodyrhiannon​

where? the vatican

when? post plot drop 2 before plot drop 3

note: besties reuniting under unlikely circumstances

“I apologize for the bother, but I must insist on the precautions until I determine whether you are affected by the bloodlust,” Yurena says, tone apologetic. It is a rarity, perhaps, for her to apologize and mean it but Rhiannon is one of her closest confidants and she is sorry. Just not sorry enough to release the binding spell that keeps the other in place. Despite her lack of familiar, her coven bond has increased the magic at her reach considerably, and stopping a vampire on their tracks is simple in comparison to the spells she has been studying. “Do you require assistance? I am particularly good at restoration, so cleansing the toxin in your bloodstream, if it’s present, should be easy.”

[yurcna]

who? @augustcavaliere​

where? an entrance to the Necromanteion, Rome

when? after plot drop 3

notes: something something something a Narnia joke something

“I agree that it is rather smart to use the former Alstroemeria House as a trap,” she admits tentatively as she looks back at the building on the distance for a moment before shaking her head and turning to Augie. “It just seems that I still do hold an attachment to it. Ridiculous, truly, as there is nothing and no one left within to be attached.”

[zoeysalisu]

Zoey Salisu - The Wedding

Look at my ass Look at my thighs I'm catnip to the guys They chase my tail They drool and pant Wanna touch this but they can't

No! All the boys want to come and play Snap my fingers and they obey Why do they follow me around all day Watch me while I walk away

[davheira]

who? @meryasek​

where? vatican city

when? post plot drop two, like right when ayi’gi is being summoned

notes: the fey are NOT gonna pass this vibecheck

He is at Meryasek’s side before the bride stops bleeding out, eyes focused on his prince rather than the chaos that is about to be unleashed. At any other point, he would have stopped to fulfill his duties, but his duties to the courts will always supersede those of the Senate. Always. Reaching to grasp Meryasek’s arm, he pulls him into the nearest hallway, trembling hands finding his friend and senator’s shoulders before squeezing.

“She is in the Otherworld,” he says, voice raw by fear at the realization of all that represents. “She is at the Courts,” and they are not there to stop her, he almost wants to say. They do not have Titania to confront her. “Mery, what should we do?”

[healerswanford]

who? @hayliel​​

where? the vatican

when? post plot drop three, after the chat with Ángel 

notes: pls stab her sir, pls

She had lost Ángel on the crowd, forgetting him once he was out of sight on the all-consuming desire to get more blood, quicker, faster. She wants to consume, her hard-earned self-control betraying it when she needed it the most. No vampire is her prey, she retains enough awareness to stop that, but for the second time in her immortal life, she consumes blood directly from the vein, but unlike the first time, she is too far gone to stop when she should have. The body of a human falls at her feet, dead and drained and part of keens for the life lost. It’s a big enough aspect of her soul that it causes her to stop, raising her head from the body and freezing when she notices someone —  not a vampire but something other — , across the room, fighting off a group of vampires as a leech approaches him from the back.

Mind momentarily clear at the grief and weight of her action, she speeds ahead and launches herself at the vampire meaning to launch a stealth attack. Isabella subdues them quickly, throwing them back into the masses before snapping her head to look at the stranger.

“Run.”

[zoeysalisu]

who? @hayliel​

where? the vatican, the same hallway with the conversation with jamie

when? after plot drop 3, before the conversation with Jamie

notes: crying and screaming and crying some more

She is scared. People at started attacking each other, and all she had been able to do was run. And even then, she had been lucky. Zoey had seen the others run, faster than she thought possible, stronger than she had thought possible. She can’t understand what is happening, only knows she has to run. And that is what she does, until she crashes against someone, and the only thing that stops her from screaming is that she recognizes his suit.

“Hayliel —  Quick, we have to leave, people are — “ She is panicking, eyes wild and tears running down her cheeks as she looks up to her friends face. “I don’t know what is happening.”

[fennharel]

who? @chancellorxlaer​

where? the vatican

when? just after the betrothed bit it, just as they begin sensing ayi’ig’s arrival

notes: timelines are for people with free time, I am not one of them

“There is no curse I have learned in my entire existence that can quite capture my current emotion, but fuckidy fucking fuck,’ the words leave her in a hiss as she finally reaches her wardee’s side. She had found herself on an entirely different side of the event as it had gone to hell, and there had been no peace on her heart until she had lied her eyes in Laer. Not as she had seen the horrors befalling those she had been to late to help. Not as she sensed something even worse approaching. “What are our priorities currently?”