Day of Restoration: Nightmode's Victorian Fetish Ball

[Freyja]

She could feel the chalky residue beneath her tongue dissolve as she glanced about the club. She stood out, a pale light in a sea of dark colors. She smiled, closing her eyes as she started to move with the beat of the music playing, her mind lost in the rise and fall of the fluid, flowing notes. Her slender figure fit easily between the few bodies that occupied the dance floor, allowing her to move with absolute freedom.

She made full circle once, spinning on the toes of her white heels before she flounced to a stop just shy of tumbling over her best friend and the darling brunette with her. She smiled wide at the words her companion shared with her, and she dipped down, bending at the waist to offer a tender kiss to the corner of her mouth, and another to Connie’s temple. “Evening, ladies!”

[Constance]

Pulling the small brunette tighter to her side, Constance turned her amber gaze to her best friend and narrowed her eyes. Her expression was clear, the disappointment when she saw her blue eyes sparkle in that telling way. Not willing to make a scene, she let her expression smooth into a bright smile and gave her sister's hair a gentle tug. "She thought I was going to abandon her to change. I realized when I got her, just what kind of scene this was." When she finished speaking, she nudged Sence closer to the other blonde and crossed her arms beneath her breasts, eyes wandering over the crowd.

[Sence]

She caught sight of the action and the disapproval was clear on her features, especially after the trouble that the two other women had already gotten the last time that Freyja was using. Unlike Constance, however, Sence vocalized her thoughts into the other's mind. "You are too pretty for that." She chided softly, however as she felt the tug to her hair, Sence swatted gently to the offending hand before leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of the other's lips. She looked back to Constance, slightly amused. "I would not put it past you to abandon me in a club." It had happened before, even if it was with Freyja nearby.

[Momento]

Melody entered this horrible idea of a place with nerves of steal, refusing to allow herself to be overcome with fear. Her eyes scanned the room, unable to spot Serendipity in this blasted bar. A frown crossed her lips as she whispered under her breath. "**** me why am I bothering," she seethed. Not even caring that she'd specifically bought a dress for the occasion, nor that it cost more then she would have ever paid for clothes normally. Momento walked towards the bar in the back, scanning all around the place, biting into her cheek. Damn she really wished she had telepath powers sometimes. Instead she was left to sit and wait and perhaps she'd catch sight of Serry and Jan, or spend the night bored out of her mind lounging at a party she didn't want to be at.

[Jonah]

He hugged the much smaller woman when she finally came over to him, the cocktail already warm in his belly. "Surprised I'm here too. Didn't mean to be back this soon but it seemed right. Besides, couldn't have you or anyone else worrying about me off on a mountain all alone." He let her out of the massive embrace and let out a low whistle. "You look absolutely stunning tonight dear."

[Jacques (DELETED 6254)]

A party. A vampire party? Who had ever heard of something so absolutely… ridiculous? And to make it worse, they were supposed to dress up in the most cliché of all styles for what they were. He was absolutely new to this life, but something about it all seemed almost degrading. He had promised that he would try to make friends, and he had latched onto one already, the woman that had saved his life, figuratively, by calling upon his sire to come to his aid.

He made his way inside, sliding easily through the knot of people gathering around the edges of the room and found his sibling, the woman he had come to find, with another of their line. He could tell from the familiarity they shared, the similar aura they emitted. He slipped up behind her, and leaned down to whisper into her ear. “I saw that.”

[Janoric]

Jan turns to talk to his childe after Serry leaves to see how she’s doing. It’s been a rough few days since the incident, and he hasn’t been spending as much time as he should as her sire. All the while that he’s talking to ZeZe, he is aware of where Serry is, how she’s doing, their connection as strong as ever. That’s when something unusual catches his eye that makes him stop mid sentence with Zephyr and turn and blink. “Mome,” he says softly, like Serry, not actually expecting she would show up. Pulling his phone out, he sends Momento a quick message to let her know where they were at a table in the corner and to come join before putting the phone away. He also sends a quick mental message to Serry to let her know before turning back to ZeZe to tell her what’s going on.

[Freyja]

Laughing quietly, she swatted at the brunette’s shoulder before she pulled her in for a hug, her arms sliding around her neck with ease as she pressed her cheek down to the other’s. “I would hardly say that I’m too pretty for anything at all, Ædle.” She whispered into her ear as she held her in her embrace for a long moment, closing her eyes for a brief second before she let them cut to her friend.

“I know someone that would agree.” She gave a soft chuckle before she stood, letting her arms slide from around the woman’s neck to clasp her hands tenderly. Her body still swayed with the music, the light in her eyes bright. She was more than ready to lose herself in the moment, doing her best to forget the harsh burdens her life had placed on her shoulders so often recently. “Tak.” She whispered.

[Constance]

She kept a close watch on her best friend, even as she wrapped her arms around the small brunette and held her close. She couldn't believe she would have done something so stupid, and at the same time, she could. She knew how hard it was for her to process what happened, not the mention the sheer idiocy of the 'family' name that she claimed and how they had reacted. It seemed that they were not above the law, even the very laws that they governed, and it pissed both of them off. However, things were looking up.

"You know I have your back, babe. Remember, Kyrian trusts us to watch out for each other," she chuckled, her mind drifting to the man as she spoke his name. She gave another small smile and shrugged her shoulder, arm wrapping around Freyja's waist as she tipped her head to whisper quietly into her ear, making sure the brunette couldn't hear before she pulled back.

[Rain (DELETED 5917)]

Despite the teasing nature to the redhead's words, she honestly didn't put it past her sire to send someone to watch over her. She had earned her nickname for the line with ease, and she knew their Matriarch worried whenever she was out of her sight too long. "I'm not surprised if that's true," she laughed, before shaking her head as she gave a spin, the leather clinging to her curves with ease.

"Girl, you know me. Of course I did." With a grin, she swept the room once more with her gaze, before a familiar connection tugged at her chest.

She knew he was there before she felt him at her back, and she rolled her eyes as she glanced over her shoulder. "I wasn't exactly hiding it. Let me guess, you're jealous. How typical."