Unveiledvagabonds - Muses By Murr...

"do i though?" christopher challenged a slight playfulness to his tone as he let his head cant to the side a bit. "does it count as knowing you if all i have to work with is the fact you're charming, kind, and very handsome despite the fact i can't even see your face? it almost feels like you're the mystery masked man in some smutty romance novel here to seduce me." he teased as a blush began to spread under the rim of his mask, dusting over his cheeks. "not that i'm accusing you of trying to seduce me. i'm just, i don't know..." he laughed as he rubbed at the back of his neck and shook his head in amusement and disbelief. "i'm not usually like this, i promise. i'm just a bit out of my element."

"see, there you go being charming again." christopher tried to bite back the smirk as he watched the man take a sip from the bottle he'd stolen borrowed. "now that you mention it i was dancing a bit when i first got here, at least i was trying too. the music wasn't working for me, though. someone said it was a siren song, that it was supposed to make me feel good and basically lure me into the dance floor and enjoy the closeness of everyone being on top of each other... but all it did was give me a headache. i couldn't even get hypnotized right."

"this," he added on as he took another sip of the tequila after taking the bottle back, his eyes lingering on the man with him for a second longer than necessary as he looked up at him from behind his mask, "is nice though. so far."

bayram could hear his mother telling him to mind his own business and leave other people alone, he knew he should haven't been snooping around other people's rooms that were left unlocked but curiosity killed the cat. right? the harpy knew he should have just returned to the party by now but there was a part of him that was captivated by the stranger who seemed to like him, clinging to his bicep that bayram noticed he flexed to show off. the guy didn't seem to want him to leave, maybe even flirting with bayram who couldn't hold back the grin that began forming along the edge of his lips. 

he could understand that, the town could be intimidating to someone who had just arrived. when bayram first moved down here five years ago, he brought his brothers and parents. what would he have done if he didn't have such a strong and supportive system to help him adjust? of course the harpy didn't know what this stranger was, but he must have been drawn to alexandria for a reason. "well, you know me now. that's a start, isn't it?" of course neither knew the others name but he seemed to be opening up to bayram quite easily. perhaps the masks helped ease those nerves that might normally be there?

"no, don't apologize." bayram had been a shoulder to cry on for many people, this was a role that seemed to come naturally to him. he didn't hesitate to take the bottle from the stranger and take a drink for himself, before offering it back to christopher. taking a step forward, he guided the other back to the bed so they could sit and relax. "i'd much rather have company like this than be down at the ball. the music isn't as good as the hosts think."

SCOTT EASTWOOD as DYLAN FORRESTER DANGEROUS dir. David Hackl

he didn't necessarily mean it as a compliment-- in his eyes smelling like a human would have been an insult, but alston was simply stating that despite how the man was acting he could smell that he wasn't human. he did smell nice though. his cologne and his more natural scent paired well together but now was not the time for him to pay attention to that. "take it how you see fit." the were grumbled. "--humans have a tendency to take what they want, do what they want, say what they want, act how they want-- you get it-- simply because they are human and they assume they are in charge; on top."

there was the slightest hint of a blush, mostly hidden behind the edge of alston's mask, at the other's pout and teasing mention of the mess he made. "you did that, not me." the larger man argued under his breath much like a sullen. stubborn child would. "it's your mess."

walk away. take your drinks and just walk away. he isn't worth the frustration. alston's internal thoughts were yelling for him to leave, there was literally nothing keeping him here with this stranger, but he didn't move.

"yeah?" he questioned with mild interest, "what ideas, other than taking my drinks, do you have in mind? playful banter?" oddly, rather than questioning it or rolling his eyes, alston agreed that he needed to relax a bit more so he obediently did as he was told and unbuttoned some of his shirt, revealing more of his chest as the fabric of his shirt loosened while he took a deep breath. "bill?" the bear questioned with narrowed eyes, not sure if he should believe the other or not. "alston."

The sudden comment on his smell, not his cologne, and the mention of a human smell throw him off a little bit. Wolfram is still getting used to living in a town full of supernatural creatures like him. "I'll take that as a compliment?" He laughs, "don't know what the human entitlement is supposed to be. We talkin' about how they act like they're on top of the food chain?"

Wolf sees the glass taking a fall, but doesn't bother to catch it or make a fuss about it when it shatters. He just gives a playful pout and a frown, "aw, you made a mess." Waving off the actual waiter rushing over, he kneels down in front of the man and starts picking up the pieces, placing them on a napkin. Contrary to his sigh, he is actually enjoying this. Teasing and getting a big, burly man like this worked up? That's his favorite passtime. He is an incubus, after all, and the big guy looks like a whole damn meal.

At the demand, he looks up from where he kneels with a crooked smile. "Do I now?" He hands the waiter the shattered pieces, and stands back up. Licking his thumb which had some of the drink on it, Wolf tilts his head to the side. "I can think of a few ways to distract you. But first, how about you unbutton your shirts a little more? You seem uncomfortable, like you could use some relaxation." He suggests before going, "I'm Bill, by the way." Of course, a fake name. Thank you, magic mask.

closed starter thomas x edward

spending his morning laid out on a fence, soaking in the warmth of the sun and enjoying the peace that came with shedding his skin and taking on the form of a cat-- an orange tabby to be exact-- the familiar lazed around for hours. napping. his favorite pastime and something he considered to be a talent of his.

eventually the familiar's stomach began to growl, signaling that he was hungry. he could have easily gone home, shifted back into his normal form, and made himself something to eat... or he could have shifted back, walked into a store or any of the restaurants in alexandria to buy himself a meal... but why waste the energy when he'd noticed a garden nearby; just begging for him to help itself to the vegetables and fruits being grown.

stretching on the fence, thomas let out a quiet yawn. walking the length of the fence, he hopped up onto a single story homes roof and trotted over the tiles; the pads of his paws hardly making a sound as he seemed to prance across the surface. jumping down onto another fence, he went about half way until he saw the garden again. leaping like a graceful assassin, he landed in the lush vegetation silently; hardly disturbing the leaves as he dove between them.

sauntering around with his head held high, as if this were his own garden, the cat pawed and swatted at various vines and stems of the plants growing around him before finally settling to snack on a particularly ripe eggplant. pulling it out from the patch where it was growing, he laid out in the dirt and began soaking up the sun's rays again as he began chewing on the stolen vegetable.

within a matter of minutes, the hunter had laid claim to another two eggplants, a handful of small tomatoes, a few carrots, and some berries-- the remnants of his carnage left in a pile of stems and greens beside him.

clearly the cat was a bit of a glutton.

clearly the cat didn't realize he was caught.

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