It Was This Place. The Music, The Drinking, The Energies Of Everyone Around Him That Mixed With The Magic

it was this place. the music, the drinking, the energies of everyone around him that mixed with the magic ever present in the air that made it so easy for wyne to play along with his attractions; his desires. places like this were bound to get him into trouble; men like him were bound to get him into trouble.

turning, his bottom lip already tucked beneath his teeth, his features soften again as he comes face to face with the man he was clearly enamored with. a hum resonated in his throat, carrying his agreeance on it's back, as his hands found their way to the other's waist as he felt lips press against the shell of his ear again; the teasing swipe of a tongue. "want works," he teased, his tone rasped and his words full of breath as he pressed himself flush against the other, "but right now i feel as if need is more accurate."

he hummed again, a smile pulling at his lips, as he was pulled forward, following along as they moved through the building; his eyes never once straying from the man before him.

it only took a few minutes for them to find an empty room, but for wyne it had felt like hours. all it took was for the other to call him forward, and the half-ghost was crashing into him. colliding their lips together in a eager, heated kiss fueled by desperation and desire. his hand's gripped at the other's sides, fingers digging into his skin already threatening to bruise, as heavy, grunting breaths punctuated the silence between his kisses as wyne refused to let any space come between them again.

gripping onto the other, the blonde urged them forward-- deeper into the room-- until he finally had the man pinned against a surface they could use to their advantage. "definitely need." he mumbled as he finally broke their lip-lock, only to stoop down so his mouth could find purchase against the side of the other's neck.

cas smiles as fingertips brush his hips and falter away as he moves. there's barely any space between them, chest pressed to back, swell of the man's ass pressed against him. his own hands move to rest on his hips, keeping him pulled flush against him.

the words ripple through him, like a pebble on a still lake, sending shockwaves of want, desire, need through him. "come on, then, a room awaits." he turns the man around, peering into his eyes before he leans down to whisper into his ear again. "and in there, you're going to fuck me and then i'm going to fuck you." his tongue snakes out, caressing his earlobe. "i've felt you watching me all night. is that what you want?" he tosses the question back to him as he pulls him backward, leading him from the dance floor and up the stairs to the private rooms.

it doesn't take long to find an empty one. cas slips inside, tugging the willing man with him. "come here." cas whispers, breathy and hot, pulling the man to him as their lips finally meet in a heated, desperate kiss. the door closes behind him with a gentle slam, his power coursing through him as what furniture was inside moves out of the way so they have easy access to the nearest comfortable surface.

though it only felt as if a few days had passed, he had been for two months now and still didn't know his way around; and alexandria wasn't that big.

today he was going to change that.

walking through the heart of the town, attempting to commit streets and buildings to memory, wyne found himself being pulled towards the town southern bend. for someone that had a bit of distaste in their mouth for magic, he often wound up chasing after it; like a moth drawn to a flame.

"interesting," he mumbled to himself, halfhearted, as he left the bustling noise and life of the town behind him to step into the almost eerie calm of the thickly tree lined forest. there was some kind of magic here. he didn't know what it was but it was enough that even he could feel it.

honestly? it was distracting.

following blindly, he made his way deeper and deeper into the forest; far past any paths or distinguishing markings he was familiar with that could help him find his way back. there was something luring him deeper, filling him with this unsettling sense of safety and peace-- but thankfully it was interrupted by the rather dramatic entrance of a complete stranger.

looking over at the man with cold, tired eyes, wyne feigned a smile as he watched the man regain composure after throwing himself to the ground. in his defense it was a swift, graceful movement; it proved the man had complete control and awareness over his body though it was still a bit unnecessary.

"i'm fine." wyne answered plainly as he let his head cant to the side as his eyes shamelessly dropped to take in every inch of the man's form as he stood tall before him. "are you? that was... quite the entrance." his tone was cold, judgmental even, but in his own way he was being playful.

location: forest. open to: open starter.

a thrum of speed burst through his veins as merrick berrada ducks beneath a low hanging branch before he leaps over another. the scent of the forest air fills his nostrils and urges him forward.

run, run, run.

release, release, release.

too much pent up energy, too much adrenaline that was desperately clawing for a way out. he bounds through the forest, foot steps light, and smirks to himself. it felt good to run like this, the freedom of it, not having to look over a shoulder or look forward to bringing death toward someone.

it's that thought that distracts him, though, as he barely misses colliding into another body. "fuck!" he yelps, tumbling to the side, ducking and rolling before springing back to his feet quickly. "are you okay?" he says, spinning around to face whoever he'd nearly crashed into.

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𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 || 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖊 || in order of appearance; wyne bordai; thomas langford; christopher lane; holden helsburg.

event: masquerade ball location: the chateau muse: thomas langford

everyone seemed to gravitate towards the middle of the room, dancing and mingling as their disguises allowed for a playful air of mystery; some huddled around the drinks trays, or made their way upstairs with their keys to take full advantage of the evenings activities.

thomas, however, had pushed a tray of empty glasses off of a counter and onto the floor so that he could prop up his elbows as he devoured a tray of snacks he'd gathered from various tables. priorities.

people weren't avoiding him, per say, but in a room full he was somehow on his own-- but that quickly seemed to change. looking up through the pastels of his mask, the bell on one of his mask's horns jingling softly, he stuffed the food in his mouth into his cheek so he could offer a lopsided smile as someone approached him at his makeshift table.

"you know, it's criminal really," he started before the stranger could say anything to him, his hand gesturing towards the party behind him as he held onto a comedically phallic piece of fruit, "all this good food and no one is paying it any attention. what could be more important than free food?" he teased, his eyes closing as he winced through swallowing the food in his mouth he hadn't finished chewing; the stolen keys he'd collected because he felt like dangling from the chain around his neck as he turned to face the other man fully. "it's embarrassing, really. i feel bad for everyone else. they're missing out."

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magic, on occasion, had the tendency to make wyne incredibly uncomfortable. it was a misguided spell that tangled him between the living and the dead after all. this was different though; mostly because the half-ghost was distracted by the other.

he was thirsty, to put it simply.

"nice trick," he mumbled with a subtle lick of his lips. even though it wasn't necessary, thanks to the spell allowing them to speak with ease, he still found himself stepping forward; getting as close as possible to the other as if he were drawn to him with an invisible thread.

with barely enough space for a breath between them, wyne's eyes glanced down as his hands reached up to settle on the other's waist only for him to dance his way out of the blonde's grasp. smirking, amusement and desire glinting his eyes, he let his head crane to the side as he watched the other move around him.

"whatever you want me too." wyne answered honestly, his voice quiet and breathy as he leaned back. "get to know every single inch of your body. find the release i've been missing out on for... awhile."

"or we could just get drinks... the choice is yours. what do you want to do?"

days off for casimiro ladron were few and far between. between shifts at cheeks and the library, he'd filled his time in with means to make money so that he could buy what he needed: supplies for spells, potions, a means to garner power. every now and then, like tonight, he would find himself some place else to unwind, to uncoil, to unfurl. he needed it. all work and no play, as they say.

he doesn't know how long he's really been here. minutes turn to hours and hours turn to his body moving along others, hands on hips, lips on skin. the red death is like a pool of magic itself, lustful, dangerous, dark, and powerful. each body was a piece in the work, each gasp, each moan, it's own incantation. he could get lost in it.

now, though, he feels eyes on him. it's not unusual, he's used to it from his days and nights working at cheeks. hell, he's nearly dressed in his work attire except he's in tight fitting pants instead of shorts or a thong. his shirt was lost somewhere, torn from him while dancing in the crowd, but that didn't matter to him.

he whispers a word, a spell, and waits. he stops before the eyes that followed, the man that belonged to those eyes. he grins, dangerous and sharp, and cants his head to the side at the question. another wave of his hand, another spell cast. "so we can speak without screaming." he says, their voices bubbled together in the confined space to be able to hear each other more clearly. "did you say a room?" eyes flash, gaze lingering down the man's chest, then back up to his face. "that depends." he moves, dancing around the other until he's standing behind him. he leans down, whispering in his ear. "what od you plan on doing with me in that room?"

drew starkey, homosexual, cisgender + he/him/his → isn’t that thomas langford? i’ve seen them hanging out with the familiars. i hear they’re 25, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 1 month. they seem to be open-minded & generous, but also unreliable & indecisive. it’s cool that they’re capable of protection magic!

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Thomas Langford

Nickname(s): Tommy (close friends only), Tom-Cat (close friends only)

Age: 25

Date of Birth: June 23rd

Hometown: Seattle, Washington

Current Location: Alexandria, Louisiana 

Species: Familiar (orange tabby cat)

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