#krovs halloween 2024

[ravisurendra]

Soren grumbled good-naturedly, still squinting at the rumbling cat for a moment as if deciding how much trouble she was worth before he sighed and went for a pen instead. He probably shouldn't have been surprised by the extent of the Missus' demands. "Figured out the laundry thing the hard way," He admitted, brows lifting to high heavens at the last edition, "Nerf darts? That's what you were using those for?" Soren asked incredulously. He sighed and then wrote it down anyways, shaking his head in chagrined amusement. Why not have a plastic child's toy lying around for Tal's cat. It wasn't like he was going to have dates over asking questions about the thing.

He glanced up from his note-taking at the pained note in Taliesin's voice, the brotherly show of annoyance replaced immediately by concern. "Trousers?" Soren's eyes flickered down over him again, managing to hold back a wince at the shadows of bite marks so visible on his neck, "Yeah, I can that." He disappeared to rummage briefly through his things, wrangling up a baggy pair of sweatpants that would likely drown Taliesin but would at least be warm. Soren would want to be drowning in fabric, personally, if anyone dressed him in something remotely like what his brother wearing. "Might have to tie these tight, but it'll do," He said once he'd returned, passing them over, "You want a little privacy?" A moment's hesitation, then he reached out, ruffling Taliesin's hair with a gruff sort of affection, "I can make us more tea. Bet that's gotten tepid now." With the worst of the emotional outbursts behind them, Soren quite frankly needed some too.

Taliesin glanced around Soren's apartment, trying to take it in beyond it's cramped ugliness now that he was starting to feel a little more sober. The weight and rumbling warmth of Mrs Robinson on his lap was helping to calm his anxiety. It was part of the reason he'd got her in the first place. A friend had suggested it when Taliesin had unwittingly let slip quite how badly he suffered with anxiety. The cat seemed to know what her job was without the two of them ever having discussed it. Now that he was looking, Soren's apartment seemed to be mostly boxes, but nothing that it was safe for Mrs Robinson to commandeer as her own. It didn't look like many of her things had made it either. No one had liked her, back in Mumbai, except Taliesin, so Taliesin had gone out of his way to spoil her.

"She'll be missing her window hammock. She likes to be able to see outside. And she likes to sleep on the bed. You have to let her sleep on the bed or she'll take your clothes out of the hamper and sleep on those instead. And you'd better not be feeding her packet cat food. She eats actual meat." He lifted Mrs Robinson up to squeeze her again. She was purring as if she very much agreed with him. "Oh and if you don't play with her enough she'll eat the plants and shred the toilet paper. She has lots of energy. She likes catnip mice and nerf darts."

He reached for his tea again, sipping. Now he was a little more in his body, all the pain was starting to make itself known to him. He hissed, briefly, as Mrs Robinson went up on his chest again, her weight against his sore nipples. He needed desperately to get out of the tucking tape, which was making his entire crotch feel numb, but he was painfully aware that he didn't have any underwear on beneath the skimpy lingerie. Even the hickey Gwyn had left high on his neck above the collar throbbed. "... Can I have some trousers? Please?"

[kellbishop]

The outfit that Tiernan had picked for Kell to wear for Halloween had been better than the human had expected, but he wasn't overly thrilled about it either. It would hardly be the first time that he'd worn something like angel wings or been put in a costume that left very little to the imagination, but the boxers that he was wearing didn't do much against the cold and Kell didn't much care for the leash that his master had attached to his collar either. He'd grumbled a little at the ghoul but hadn't put up that much fuss getting into the costume, just relieved once they gotten somewhere warm.

An hour or so into stepping into Euphoria, Kell had given Tiernan the slip when his master was distracted by someone else. The human settled the leash over his shoulder, sure that the rule about not losing his collar also applied to it, and made his way to the bar. Kell was brought up short, however, when he caught sight of Gwyn and the costume that the master was in. He whistled playfully, changing direction to walk toward the sith instead. "Well, don't you look amazing." The slave complimented with a small smile. "Why do I feel like you can pull off any look?"

@gwyndolence

[drluciengaudet]

Raph and Lucien shared similar tastes when it came to many things, but there were those few they differed on. Who they spent time with when apart couldn't be more profoundly different. Though he was very aware of who it was that was on his sire's calendar and that took his time and attention no matter how trivial. There was good reason his sin was envy.

He'd been dancing with his sire, which was rare for him to do in any setting, but it was a holiday, one Raphael enjoyed when he broke off to get a drink. It was there he saw a slave, one he'd not met face to face. Lucien wasn't one to ever go to the undercroft save for the rarest of occasions never caring for the filth of it and thinking he was far above it and those that resided there.

The costume he didn't recognize, really it could be anything with how generic it was. There was a disinterest in his gaze as it roamed over the collared creature. "What is it you're meant to be, a decoration?" He posed leaning on the bar not having to give his order because the bartender knew it. He was Lucien Gaudet after all.

@adrasian

[kresnikxkaden]

Working was more fun for Kaden than any party, especially on Halloween. It seemed that he timed things out well because later in the night had more calls coming in for party goers getting too drunk and violent and rowdy. And also it seemed Ransom had been feasting on all the earlier aggression and fear and needed a patience celestial to dose him down before he did something stupid.

He'd gotten a call about a bar patron causing disorderly conduct at Euphoria –– wasn't the first time there or at Cannabites this evening. Naturally the guy was drunk as a skunk and probably dosed on other things, a mortal barely capable of standing and Kaden was sure he was hardly conscious. If it had been a supernatural being he would've brushed it off and taken him straight to the tank at the station, but humans weren't always so lucky to come out of that with no consequences. Kaden took him to Oymyakon Health Clinic instead.

Still wearing his Eddie Munson costume but with an obvious badge on his hip, the kresnik cop dragged his suspect out of his cruiser and into the shiny new building. The crisp white lighting of the entry felt slightly less cold than outside and far more sterile, Kaden's muscles tensing out of instinct being in any sort of hospital or laboratory setting. He waited patiently for someone to come out and help him.

"Howdy, doc." He assumed anyone wearing scrubs or a white coat would be such. Kaden gestured to the costumed man who wouldn't be standing if he weren't holding him up. "Picked this one up from Euphoria not too long ago. I ain't a doctor but I'm pretty sure he needs some medical attention before I take him to the station for processing."

@ravisurendra

[gwyndolence]

Gwyn hummed his assent at Taliesin's little echo, pressing his smile into the curve of his lovely neck. He'd left a starry trail of light bruises against the tawny skin there, pulling back to admire them and the way Taliesin's back arched to meet his touches. Impulsively, he pulled himself out of the flimsy underthings, a breathy moan escaping Gwyn at the feeling of silk against his eager cock as he ground down against him bare with the next rock. Hands skating lightly over Taliesin's chest, he rolled his hips down against him again and again, as if Taliesin was nothing more than a pretty pillow for the sith to rut against, the begging only fueling Gwyn's lust.

"Good boy," Gwyn purred, voice rich with pleasure, dropping down on an elbow again as he kissed Taliesin's shimmering collarbones first, "Isn't that better, asking for what you want?" He teased out the anticipation, scattering kisses down his chest as his fingers pinched the slave's nipples, all pretty and flushed from his constant attention. Gwyn pressed his tongue back to a rosy bud, first just a swirl as before. Then he nipped, quick and playful, before pursing his lips around him and suckling at the poor, abused flesh. It was terribly tempting to throw out the schedule and fuck him properly. How much time would they really waste if Gwyn pressed his fingers inside him next?

Taliesin was feeling gooey, like caramel, under Gwyn's attentions. When he'd done this sort of thing with Karl, this was normally about the time Karl would grow tired of the game and fuck Taliesin. Gwyn seemed hyper-fixated, which only made Taliesin keen. It felt as if everything in Taliesin's body was connected by internal thread to those two points, including his taped-down cock, straining in its confines. His mouth was open, round, ringing with sound as Gwyn sucked at his neck, pressed down against him. It felt alarmingly like encroaching orgasm. Surely not. Surely he couldn't...

"More?" He was perhaps a little stupid right now. Dumbly, he nodded, arching his back up against Gwyn, after just a little more. A little more and... He wanted Gwyn's mouth on his nipples again, to feel that tight wetness, even if it was a cold one. He wanted to squirm, but couldn't persuade himself to disobey Gwyn's command to keep still. Yes. That would do it. Gwyn's mouth on them. "Yeah- Yes. Yes. I can. Please, Gwyn. I need more."

[councillor-roland]

closed starter for @dmitri-shenker

It was fairly late, or early depending on your definition, well past midnight in any case. The party was still in full swing and likely would be until the sun came up. Roland had enjoyed himself and was rather pleasantly buzzed on the various blood and blood alcohols he'd sampled. While he'd had various tumbles and trysts throughout the evening he was in the mood for another, moving through the crowded streets and looking for likely candidates. He happened to see spot a Dalmation costume and a guard walking beside the man wearing it and grinned. Of course he was aware that there was one slave in the Undercroft who was supposed to be constantly accompanied and had heard plenty about him from Rhys besides. Now was as good a time as any for them to meet, at least in Roland's mind, so he made his way over to see the defiant pup for himself.

"I see someone's chosen to dress you appropriately." Roland mused, old fashioned heeled shoes clicking on the cobblestones as he approached, smirking. It was purposely antagonistic but Roland liked a challenge, it kept things interesting. Besides, the idea of riling the werewitch a little amused him. "Perhaps I'll hold your leash for a while and give your escort a break. What do you think of that, petit chiot?" The wig and gloves that went with his costume were long gone but he still cut a fine figure and didn't look incomplete.

[lorenzoxreyes]

Halloween had never been one of Enzo's favourite holidays, but it was interesting just how into it Krovs got. Instead of dressing as some kind of serial killer or monster, Enzo thought it fitting to dress as something much less intimidating. With very little covering his tall, tanned form except for a few bits of white material and gold jewellery, Enzo looked every bit the Greek god he was dressed as.

He'd found various people to entertain him so far, but he was still hungry. His needs hadn't been met, not even close, and with his abilities in play he needed more to satisfy him. One of the things he did hate about being a staff member was the collar around his neck, and the way it subdued his abilities. Pros and cons, he guessed. At least he wasn't a slave.

Enzo had just come out of the suffocating warmth of one of the clubs when someone caught his eye -- someone he'd never seen before, which immediately piqued his interest. The siren followed the other along the street, quickly catching up. "Think it's safe to be out here all alone tonight?" He asked with a little grin.

@ravisurendra

[masterxhunter]

If there was one person that Hunter was determined to track down during the Halloween celebrations, it was Adrasia. The pretty celestial had been so entertaining to toy with during their time together, so Hunter just had to see what costume the slave had been dressed in. He tracked him down by his sweet scent alone, approaching him in the crowds in Euphoria, with his axe in one hand and a drink in the other.

"Angel, it's been a while," Hunter purred as he approached, letting his eyes trail over the other's form, enjoying the costume and how much skin it displayed. "Missed me?"

@adrasian

[adrasian]

If he'd felt like he was dreaming, dozing in Roland's bath, being pulled out of it and dressed again was perhaps the kindest method of forcing him back into the waking world. Adrasia let himself be quiet and pliant as Roland dried him, focused on summoning up his strength to go down into the Undercroft again with the offer given of an easy night spent instead amidst all of the councilman's luxury. It was easier in some ways than he'd expected. Roland had given him enough time to pull himself together again, to relieve himself of a fraction of the burden weighing the angel down. No matter what had transpired, Adrasia still had a purpose to attend to, a flock to care for, in the limited way Krovs allowed it. He would try.

He managed to walk by Roland's side through the castle's halls, though he still leaned into him with a little self-consciousness now that the celestial was aware enough to recognize it. Roland didn't comment though, didn't seem irritated beyond his general annoyance with Adrasia insisting to go back. By the time they were standing at the entrance leading below, Adrasia felt awash with gratitude for it, even sobered by that stubborn persistence of the celestial's inability to forget the distance between them. His steps stuttered to a stop, Adrasia's hand sliding clumsily down to grasp Roland's. "I'm going to go now," He said, quietly, seriously, as if they were entertaining the notion of him really having that choice. It felt crucially important to not have Roland follow him beneath, to keep separate these two worlds, to have himself return alone and on his own two feet rather than gripping to another for comfort. Still...

Adrasia turned slowly towards him, slipping his hand out of the master's and bunching the robe more tightly around himself like a shield. He just looked at him for a moment, the churn of his thoughts clear in his eyes, a small furrow between his brows. "Thank you," He said finally, almost a whisper, "I will not forget it." Whether it was a promise or a desire, Adrasia could not say. He didn't want to forget any aspect of this part of the night, Roland's words or his kindness or the implications that lay beneath both. He still had so far to go before he could begin to understand him. Perhaps if he could do that, he could understand all of them better. Or perhaps that was still the drug talking. With a crooked tilt of his head, the smallest allusion to a bow, Adrasia bid him goodnight -- as firm as could be managed, the first flickering of his typical formality being carefully put back into place. Taking his first careful steps down into the bowels of the castle again, the angel knew he still had very far to go.

END

Roland hadn't really expected Adrasia to tell him who had done it so he didn't bother asking again even as the angel repeated the question. It had been a foolish thing to ask and it was likely better off left behind anyway, though Roland remained curious. Adrasia didn't need to satisfy that curiosity, especially not right now. It came as a surprise, then, when the celestial mentioned 'the demon' and Roland honed in on the detail even if Adrasia seemed inclined to continue confessing. It would almost have to have been a master, wouldn't it? A villager would hardly be so bold without at least renting first unless they took advantage of the party atmosphere and it didn't seem like most of the staff to do it. So that meant there were roughly four options and two didn't seem the kind to drug someone first. Two, then. Perhaps he'd have to do a little more digging now that he'd narrowed things down. The reactions when he claimed the angel might give him a clue as well. Anyway, he could sort that out another time. In the end, it only mattered in the sense that he could try to protect Adrasia from whoever it was in the future and the claim should do that well enough.

Adrasia seemed intent on pouring out all his wrongdoing, or what he clearly viewed as his sins, to Roland and that was patently ridiculous but now wasn't the time to bring that up. It was difficult for Roland not to blatantly encourage it when Adrasia admitted to doubting, though. As far as the vampire was concerned that was a good thing. Blind faith was foolish and that's what so called God demanded. Saying that to a celestial would only spark disagreement and argument and while normally Roland would've welcomed that Adrasia was upset enough as it was. "Everyone makes mistakes. Except me, of course, but it's unfair to hold others to my particular standard of perfection." Being teasing and arrogant seemed to be helping so Roland would continue with that line, pleased that his other comment had at least gotten some kind of strengthening reaction out of him. He'd have to save the doubt conversation for a different time.

The angel settled in and Roland assumed they might be there for a while only for Adrasia to contradict that notion and Roland frowned. He remembered, did he? How strange. "Take you back?" The vampire gave him a strange look. "You wouldn't rather stay here?" Apparently not. Roland sighed. "Fine, fine, if you insist. But rest for a while, anyway." Adrasia did so for a time until Roland finally helped him out of the tub and to dry him off, as gently as he could. He gave Adrasia a soft, comfortable robe to wear and then, still rather reluctantly, agreed to escort him back to the Undercroft. That was foolishness too but Adrasia was clearly set on it and he'd been through enough tonight that Roland didn't need to make things more difficult. He acquiesced, grudgingly, and they set off.

[officermorozov]

It was no surprise with the amount of calls going around with it being Halloween, what was surprising is the amount of people that were on more than just alcohol this time around. Of course Ransom's first time was Dempsey who he got into it with and nearly broke in two. Good thing the little shit was durable because he had a mount on him. Lucky for him Valentine stepped in and cleared things up. He, surprisingly, wasn't the one distributing this time around so got a pass.

The two broke off to take separate calls as the night grew worse, it always went that way on Halloween, some part of him liked it more than he'd admit. He liked working, arresting people, the aggression and volatility of it all. Fear and anger fed him more than he'd ever admit. He parked his vehicle at the end of the square and got out deciding to canvas on foot. The costume helped him blend in a bit more and eventually he came upon what he was looking for as he turned a corner. It certainly wasn't Dempsey this time around.

"And who might you be?" Ransom said not bothering to chase the townie that knew to run well aware of where he lived, he'd follow up after he settled this situation. He stepped to the costume clad man looking him over making his assessment. Wasn't from town, wasn't a slave, and wasn't on the council because he knew the councilmen.

@gwyndolence

[nottheangel-raphael]

Since Raphael and Lucien had agreed to meet up later once both done occupying their slaves for the evening, that left the ghoul with plenty of time to spare in making his rounds, both inside and out of his club Euphoria where he planned to spend most of his evening as the owner.

It wasn't hard to notice the celestial slave he'd had so much fun with last time, Adrasia dressed in a cloth that hid very little of his divine body and the slave seemed to be struggling with keeping up. He was about to have some new struggles as Raphael popped open a portal to collect the wings he'd plucked off the younger's back not too long ago and had them made into a costume piece. For now he removed his polo shirt and letterman jacket as he donned the white wings as if they were his own and moved towards his prey with a charming smile plastered on his features.

"Aren't you looking just absolutely heavenly this evening," the ghoul all but purred, immediately right in Adrasia's space. His dark eyes flickered deliberately over every inch of the exposed skin, lingering on what wasn't shown, and back up again. "You almost remind me of Dionysus. Is it ironic, angel, that you're dressed as a god?"

@adrasian

[adrasian]

for @familiar-finn

Normally Adrasia wouldn't have stepped foot in a venue like this, but it was the easiest option he had at the moment and the celestial was feeling a bit desperate. Compared to what he'd seen others wearing, the costume Adrasia had been outfitted with had quite a lot of fabric to it -- the problem was that none of it was fastened properly. He was almost certain that was no accident. For now, it meant his top priority was privacy and something reflective to make sure nothing was hanging out that the celestial wanted to stay unseen (not that he could miss that type of slip-up with the chilly air nipping at any exposed skin).

Perhaps Finn had been seeking a moment's escape from the chaos too, Adrasia first spotting the familiar in the bathroom mirror as he was midway through hiking his toga up his bare shoulder again, grimacing immediately as they made eye contact in the glass. "Don't say a word, please," He grumbled, abashed even in his fit of pique, "I only wish -- what on earth are you dressed as?" Adrasia cut himself off, brows shooting up as he turned around fully to stare at his friend and the truly baffling costume he was squeezed into.

[alasdairxbishop]

[end]

Feeling absolutely helpless against the vampiric strength of the councilman, Alasdair really did try to struggle and fight, but with the collar on it was absolutely no match, not to mention he was still coming down from his drug and alcohol-induced high. Dair wanted to argue, to tell Aneirin to get off him and leave him the fuck alone, but he could barely breathe thanks to the pain knocking the air from his lungs with every single one of the councilman's hard, brutal thrusts.

He tried his hardest to zone out, to focus on anything else while Aneirin hurt him, punished him for something he had no control over. Alasdair prided himself on being tough, but it was too much even for him. The arm that tried to push Aneirin away from him dropped back to Dair's side as he kept his face half-buried in the bed covers, waiting for the vampire to be done. He didn't beg, wouldn't beg, instead he just set his jaw and stared at the nearest inanimate object he could see, which happened to be a set of drawers. He felt every painful thrust, his breath sometimes catching in his throat until he finally felt Aneirin fuck into him as deep as he could get and fill him with cum. "I.. hate you.." he managed through gritted teeth and heavy breaths, hissing when he felt those fangs tear into his neck, but he didn't dare move. If Aneirin killed him, he wasn't sure he'd be bothered. As the councilman drank down his blood, Alasdair became more and more light-headed, eventually passing out despite trying so hard to focus on the drawers and stay conscious.

[ravisurendra]

for @mindful-mateo

He'd spent nearly an hour in Euphoria with shit to show for it but sweat and a puzzling encounter with the Swedish councilman that Soren still wasn't totally sure what to make of, but might actually have been positive. But no Taliesin. Maybe Soren should've expected that, but the throngs of people in the street and packed into every club made doing a one man search and recovery mission a lot fucking harder than he'd hoped for in abstract. Maybe his trouble was that he'd kept moving from place to place. Maybe they were just missing each other all this time.

Soren tried to comfort himself with that idea, leaned up against the wall outside the club near one of the heating lamps where the rest of the smokers and party-goers taking a break from the sweltering dance floor had started to congregate. He looked restlessly over the closest bodies, chatting and laughing in groups or pairs, exhaling a stream of smoke as he rubbed his thumb against the budding headache trying to come to fruition around one of his eyes. It was his third cigarette of the night; a nasty habit he'd sworn he'd quit in university and hadn't managed to shake. After all the stress of this Russian business, he was beginning to think he might not ever get rid of it.

Soren had just managed to tamp down the most disruptive of his thoughts when another individual eased between the bodies into the human's pool of warmth, Soren's gaze catching on the relatively subdued costume and an open, amiable face. "A little real estate left over here," He called out to the other man, nodding towards the stretch of brick beside him, "Vincent Vega, huh? Should we leave room for your dance partner?" It was supposed to be a joke, came out about a rough and tired as Soren felt. He offered up a crooked smile to the stranger to try to make up for it anyway.

[nicotine-noah]

closed starter for @adrasian

Dancing was fun at the best of times but it was even more fun with all the drugs and booze coursing through Noah's veins. He'd long ago lost track of everything he'd taken, just relishing in the fact that he could take things at all and finally be messed up enough for that undercurrent of anger he always had to go away for a while. He absolutely intended to get as fucked up as possible but he wasn't yet at the point where he couldn't remember anything (though he was very much aiming to get there). He was feeling pretty damn good, though, crushed in among the other dancing bodies, the bass thrumming in his chest and his head spinning just enough to make it amazing. All the exposed skin from his costume made it even better, as someone's hand trailed over his hip and someone else's lips touched his neck. The name of this bar was accurate as hell because euphoria was definitely what Noah was feeling right now.

He actually did need a break, though, as much as it felt like he could've kept dancing forever. Noah also needed another drink. He managed to make his way to the edge of the dance floor and stumble his way free of the crush of bodies only to bump into someone, spin, and trip falling sideways into a booth. He landed on his back, arm banging off the table which stung brightly for a moment before he burst out laughing at how ridiculous that was. Well, at least he was sitting down now. Hauling himself into a sitting position he blinked as he noticed there was already someone in the booth and across from him. "Hey." He grinned, squinting and not recognizing the person. "Some fall, huh? My ears crooked?" He reached up to adjust the ears on their headband, unknowingly making them a lot more crooked than they had been and laughing again. The guy seemed familiar and Noah dropped his hand from the headband, turning to face him properly. His ears were ringing from the music and his vision was a little blurry but the face finally came to him and he slapped the table as he remembered. "You're the pushy angel!" Far from sounding offended by that, Noah was delighted he'd remembered. "You drinkin' vodka?" He leaned across and grabbed Adrasia's glass (after a couple failed attempts) and took a sip, making a face and nearly spitting it back out. "Water? The fuck kinda bullshit is this?" He put the glass back down, clearly disgusted, and enthusiastically waved over a waiter. "Hey! Yeah, we need shots like now. Like...four shots of..." he squinted at Adrasia again, trying to think of something fun but it was kind of hard to think at all. "...tequila! Lime and salt too."

[witchysethharper]

It wasn't his preferred scene –– Cannabites being his favorite for a few reasons –– but Seth had parked himself down at Euphoria for... business reasons, helping Gwyn and Khion spread that "Halloween cheer." Some tricks and treats, mostly treats. He'd brewed up a fresh batch of vertigo, one stronger now that he was no longer mortal and wound up testing the product himself and boy was it wild. He'd already come off his hit with that blessing of an accelerated metabolism. Might take another one later. Or now when he saw his least favorite councilman of all dressed in some gaudy old Victorian shit that matched Rhys' costume for the evening.

Seth perched himself elbows on and back against the counter, one leg crossed over the other while he effortlessly held himself up. He took another hit off his vape, he deserved it, and maybe it in combination with all the alcohol he'd been pumping would make him slightly more pleasant for a conversation. At some point he'd realized that Rhys wasn't letting Roland go, unfortunately for everyone.

"Councilman," he greeted the other neutrally, maybe a hint of ice in there. "Enjoying the party this evening?"

@councillor-roland