#mercuralia.

[emorystarling]

Person: Bae @micahwright Location: hehehehe

“Can I try something?” It’s a breathless question because he’d spent maybe the last solid eight minutes with his mouth otherwise occupied. Abel doesn’t need them to watch the tent all night, he’s had like three mimosas for liquid courage and what they’re doing is probably inevitable. He’s looking up at Micah through his lashes from his knees. Knees that are bare because he’d had to wear shorts but this was worth it. Without thinking too hard on it, Emory presses a kiss to Micah’s bare hip and then he’s looking up again and totally pretending he’s not ignoring the fact that he’d stopped mid blowjob to ask a question. “This isn’t over if you say no.” For good measure, he moves a hand from a muscled thigh back to the base of the blonde’s cock and the few pumps he gives is borderline leisurely as he continues making ‘the eyes’ up at his significant other.

[dhcmpirs]

Person: The Father of His Children @danteragnulf​ Location: where the hipsters are hangin  Kay always thought magic was more about what you intended to do with it than actual prowess. The fire thing, it was a hard element to control for an angry teenager who’d grown into a miserable adult masquerading as someone fun. He sort of thinks drugs are the same. Take something while already in a mood, it was just going to make it worse. Normally something like this would be written off as a work function and he would attempt to keep up appearances for Cloe’s sake and yet that’s harder to do after the peace treaty bullshit in general, he thinks he’s allowed a night to wallow. And wallow he does, he’s practically sulking off to the side of where the artsy types have all gathered after he’s done lingering around a few vampire’s he’s acquainted with, and normally it’s the environment he thrives in, but he stays quiet, goes through a couple cigarettes, sips from an IPA that’d been handed to him the moment he’d set foot in the campground. He’d been too polite to tell the art grad student who’d handed it to him that he might be pretentious, but he wasn’t that pretentious. The silver lining is he gets to hear Dante play though, gets to sit there quietly a few feet away throwing stupid quips at hipsters who keep passing him the joint they’ve got despite the fact that he’s clearly not listening to a single word they’re saying.  Mostly because through the haze, through being annoyed as hell about maybe ninety-eight percent of what’s going on in his life, Dante’s voice is crystal clear. Silky smooth and soft above a few guitar chords and the only reason he hasn’t plastered himself to the wolf’s side is because he knows his filter is gone enough that he’s going to crawl into his lap right then and there and beg him to stay. But even when the guitar is set aside after a while and the little crowd has broken up a bit, even when he thinks he kind of needs to say something about it, he opens his mouth and derails his own train of thought entirely. “What inspires you when you write your own stuff?” It’s practically muffled against Dante’s bare shoulder because of course he didn’t show up to this thing with a shirt on, on account of Kay is actually convinced the other man is something he’s dreamed up in his head and has been let loose on the world. So yeah, of course he wouldn’t be wearing a fucking shirt but he’d be wearing some sort of sport ball shorts. 

[howlforahookup]

Person: Will Bae, Won’t Bae @ashxgray​ Location: General Market Area “Please tell me you’re actually miserable and are in need of saving. Or are having a great time and can save me from my own misery.” It’s said somewhat quickly on account of Serkan had eventually shooed him from the All Fours tent and so he’d tried to make up for all the lost time he hadn’t got to party by doing tequila shots with Flora. Which was partially why Damian didn’t feel so bad about slinging an arm around the vampire’s waist and resting his chin over his shoulder. Partially, the other thing is that he sort of thinks he gets one night to just not give a shit. If the pack saw him all over a vampire, he had excuses, he had a reputation for sleeping around, he’d put up with some teasing if it meant he got to hang around Asher the rest of the night. 

[rowanivar]

Person: @emmawrxght​ Location: Woven booth “You’re not planning on replacing all my string lights with yarn, are you?” Coming up behind her and all too casually wrapping an arm around her, Rowan poses the question before pressing a kiss to the side of her face. It’s gentle, it’s easy, because his ass is on time for once, he’d scurried out of the tent and left things to Konstantin just when he said he would. Because he’s trying to be better, it’s a goddamn miracle that the three of them are all back together, it feels like he can breathe for the first time in months. There’s still the whole magic thing he’s desperately trying to figure out, but that’s something irrelevant to the moment. “You know, you’re the most beautiful woman here.” He says it low but casual, because he’s right. Emma never looked bad, especially at one of these things, but there’s something extra special about seeing her get the chance to dress up again after everything. 

[kaycebishop]

where. near the gambling who. @sumeyyezorlu​

“So... you think they have ways of detecting any cheating?” There was the easy question as his gaze landed upon where all the gambling had been set up to take place. Kayce himself had no real way of cheating, other than maybe slipping a card or two up his sleeve, but wasn’t one benefit of being a vampire the fact that they could hypnotize someone? Wouldn’t that benefit them if Sümeyye could hypnotize the dealers? Though, it wasn’t as if he needed the money, but perhaps he needed the thrill of committing such an act.

[farenduil]

Person: @wintersaurora​ Location: Outskirts of the festival The thing is he usually really likes whatever festival Rome has to offer and so with Mercuralia being celebrated, he’d at least tried to get out of the cabin, out of the forest. Farenduil knew he couldn’t just stay there forever, he knew there were people who needed him, and yet he tried his best to take it as easy as possible on himself. He’d tuck into a booth here or there, grab a drink and then sit back and observe. It was easy enough, it wasn’t too unlike him. At least it was easy enough until he noticed a certain someone also seeking out the refuge of the outskirts of the festival, no doubt wanting some reprieve from the crowd. The worst part is that his first thought isn’t any sort of bitterness, it’s to notice how despite everything, she looks good and he’s kicking himself for it. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t even know if she sees him, not a first. But they do meet eyes and against his better judgement, the hand that’s not already holding a cigarette fishes his pack from the back pocket of his jeans. He’s not a prince here, he’s wearing a shirt Vinny thought was funny what feels like ages ago, a pair of Levi’s that are faded at the knees. It’s without speaking that he holds the pack out to her and any deity knows he doesn’t want to talk to her, not really, not after last time, but they’re connected through Mery, whatever is going on at court. Civility is somewhat necessary and he hates how easy it is to give into it. 

[xliilith]

where. by the lil booths who. @netteliax​

“Ah, so the rumors are true,” words spoken even before Lilith had turned her gaze onto the archdruid, the familiar sense of presence having alerted her far prior to the other woman having joined her. There was an uncertainty of how long it had truly been since the pair had seen each other, lifetimes lost to the unknown after Lilith had suffered her consequences. But it would not matter, not when she could still recall the bond that they had formed, all those years ago.

[atticusbriggs]

Location: Blood Tent Person: Unknown Great Grandmother @bloodyrhiannon​ There’s something about the whole thing that feels kind of ridiculous. He’s standing there with what is essentially a Capri Sun fully of O Negative, watching people scurry around and laugh and drink with friends. Most importantly he keeps an eye on Ephraim, people he knows have to be in The Eye that are patrolling. “This is supposed to be fun?” The vampire that’s nearest him, sipping from something of her own, he can’t help but ask. Atticus had been better at making friends years ago, now he’s caught up on the fact that these are vampires around him at present. Vampires and god knows what else, and he’s one of them, which would be easier to forget if he wasn’t so damn hungry all the time.

[sanctimoniovs]

where. outside the waffle tent who. @serkanxulusoy​

“You look ridiculous,” words spoken the moment his gaze fell upon his oldest friend, as the choice of outfit was taken in. Of course, Burak’s words had held that hint of teasing that seemed to infiltrate almost every single one of their conversations. And despite the tense tone that seemed to flit through the Lupo pack after the decision that had needed to be made, he wasn’t going to allow that to alter whatever conversation he happened to have with Serkan. At least, not unless it had been absolutely necessary. “What’s with this?” He asked as his fingers took hold of the necklace Serkan had chosen to wear for a few moments, before he let it fall back against the other’s chest.

[vibecheckcr]

Location: Near a tent pick a tent Person: Bloody Chan @bloodyrhiannon​ “Rhia, right?” The marshal who turned the druid senator, the one who was one of the eldest vampire’s serving the Juno senator, Theo’s sire, she had a lot of titles and that made her interesting enough in her own right. “I’ve been meaning to speak with you.” Which sounds ominous even if he’s speaking plainly, so he tucks his hands in his pockets and nods towards the street. They could go for a walk, there was fuck else to do with The Eye out and about patrolling. It was a choice, and yet Romulus had never once denied Marzia Bianchi anything, years later and she was just as radiant as ever. “I’ve heard you’ve lived a rather long and colorful life, I’d love to hear about it firsthand instead of just from the mouths of other people.” 

[natemichaelson]

Location: 4 the Record Tent Person: @vincenzodives​

“Hey.” Nate has come to realize that while he’s gotten pretty good at texting his friends without sounding like a forty year old man, he’s not so good at texting a cute guy. Because they have to consult a group chat of people to figure out what to say next. Or at least that’s how it’d started, once they actually started talking about music or other shit, it was fine, it was just the flirting that was the problem. So it’s kind of a wonder that Vinny agreed to meet him at all. “How’s it going?” How’s it going? How’s it going? This was terrifying. 

[emorystarling]

Person: Mother? @seeingvivianne​ Location: Near the mimosas “Hey.” It’s too even of a greeting because he’s trying really hard not to make it too enthusiastic on account of he’d technically clocked out of the All in One tent an hour ago and he’s been making up for lost time. The mimosas at Grazies tent were bottomless, he hadn’t eaten anything yet but he was hellbent on getting a couple of their crepes. But he was also hellbent on talking to Vivanne about something that they should have talked about a month ago when August told him. “Do you have a second? I’ve got something to ask about, four mimosas in me, and if I don’t get a chocolate crepe in me in like ten minutes I’m going to wind up overdoing it.” 

[dhcmpirs]

Location: otherworld forest Person: this fuckin guy @ephraimbriggs​

It couldn’t be real, that was the thing. Dreaming of the Otherworld was something that’d been commonplace since the damn fountain, he’s half expecting to turn around and see the thing. The problem was he didn’t remember falling asleep or getting home to do so and while he’d been knocking drinks back, he hadn’t reached blackout level. Kay doesn’t move from where he is in the grass, looking up at the trees that seem almost ethereal. If he gets up and starts walking, it’ll just be the trees for a while, branches seemingly moving in wind that he can’t ever feel, and then there’d be that cobblestone path and then there’d be the fountain, he’d jump in, he’d wake up. That’s how it went, that’s how it went every damn time for the most part. It’s a pain in the ass and he wakes up gasping for air and reaching for a lycan that is only there sometimes. So when he gets up and starts walking, more annoyed and weighed down by the evening’s cocktail of substances that had failed to keep him awake, he’s surprised to find that he can actually feel the wind on his skin and that’s not quite right. It’s not something that should be possible in a dream and his stomach sinks just like that first time and anxiety only continues to ramp up when there’s no familiar path, no sound of running water in the distance. There’s noise though, boots upon the ground and they’re fast approaching and the solace is that there’s demon blood coursing through him and a knife in his pocket. Except he doesn’t even really have a chance to think about any of that because he’s quick to duck behind what looks like some kind of crumbling ruin. There’s louder footsteps than the boots, what sounds like almost creaking and Kay’s never seen a fucking changeling but he’s not about to if he can help it. Back to stone, everything just gets louder and the owner of the boots is skittering to a stop to roll behind the ruins too and there’s a second where they just look at one another, Kay not daring to breathe and this guy, the fucking Overseer trying to catch his breath. “This better be a fucking nightmare.”

[howlforahookup]

Person: @andersxragnulf​  Location: Standin Round Ye Old Keg at the Back of the All Fours Tent He thinks if he’d spent more time in Norway when he’d started drinking instead of Denmark, around the Tana wolves, he’d be able to be literally funneling back pints like it was nothing like Anders was. It’s kind of insane to see, like he should be taking notes. Damian’s spent a lot of time bartending over the years and yet nobody quite partied like those that still clung to being Vikings, that was for damn sure. It’s not really an ideal situation to finally get around to hanging around with Anders and yet at the same time, it is. Especially when he’s had to stay sober enough to be doling out drinks until twenty minutes ago. Who didn’t want to have some kind of drunken heart to heart with their Viking cousin? Especially when he’d broken out the better shit that he’d saved because yeah, he kind of hates most of the beers around here himself and he’s never been a wine guy. “How’ve you been when you’re not out drinking all of us common folk?” He asks as he refills the glass in his own hand from the tap in the keg. “Dante said you guys are only hanging around for as long as you want to.” 

[rowanivar]

Location: Grazies Tent Person: @gabriclsanson​ “I drew you a tattoo the first night I met you, you know.” He’s taking a break, he had to see how Emma and Gabriel were fairing for the evening, he had to get food in him or he was going to pass out on a client while tattooing one of the several floral flash designs he’d done up. “When you told me what you were, I went home and I drew something.” Rowan’s cheeks are tinted just the faintest pink as he practically inhales bites of what is some kind of chocolate banana crepe flatbread kind of situation. “But I thought that’d be really weird to bring up at that point. While we were just hanging out.” He draws the both of them a lot, Gabriel and Emma. But there’s sketches he has that are designs for tattoos that are meant for just his partners, that he hasn’t shown to anyone else yet.

[aegnorx]

where. hedge maze who. @inquisitcr​

There had been no particular reason that Aegnor had found himself within the winding paths of the hedge maze, if only so that he may have a few moments of peace from the going ons of the festival. He knew Cloud, this new warder of his would not be far, likely was only one row away from him even know, but the moment alone did enough to clear the haze from his thoughts. Memories still warred within his head, though almost muted, far beyond the memories that had been returned to him. Those of his mother, and his brother, and the many fey that he had been meant to rule. It were these thoughts and memories that Aegnor was fixated upon when he chanced upon one of the very drow that he had been working to avoid. At least, until a plan had been more properly formed. “Somniar, I didn’t take you as capable of getting lost within a maze.”