Enzo was the first to arrive. Az didn't know very much about him if he was being honest, just what little he had gleaned from CrowNet, and in their few casual conversations. What he knew about the new dragon was that Enzo was into some sort of publishing business. Marketing the man had said? Unsurprising really, because Az got feelings of elegance and class from Enzo, paired with modern and expensive tastes. To Azraeth, Enzo seemed like the sort of guy who, given enough time, could buy or sell anyone he wanted. And the seneschal of the Dragomir had no problem with helping him get to that point. Mr. Scratch had been like that. Ambitious. Always chatting away with Az, scheming, planning, plotting a better world for himself. So the dragon understood the personality, respected it even.
"So bro, who's bringing the refreshments?"
"You know, if I'm honest, I didn't even think of that. This is why you should never let me plan a party." He murmured with a toothy smile that showed off a little bit too much ivory. The first time they had met, Az had embraced the man. A message. You are one of us. When Enzo tugged him into that fond embrace, he was happy to return it, giving a firm pat on the other man's back, right against shoulder before they pulled apart. "The Necropolis is right across the street, so we might go there." Though Nikolae hated the Necropolis. What very few people knew about Nikolae was that the man could hold grudges for a long time. Four...or was it five years before, a Dragomir had been attacked there by the owner. Nikolae had yet to forgive the establishment, even though Az was a fond patron. But Niko had gotten his revenge at some point, as he usually did.
He was about to launch into some plans to go and get a 'bite to eat', when the doors opened once more and he caught sight of Cordelia. His most newly turned. He found himself watching her, making sure in those first few seconds, that she was alright. Uninjured. All sorts of things liked to attack blood suckers. It was only when she got to the altar that he returned her smile, and watched the exchange between her and Enzo. He didn't see the point in interrupting. The entire point of the little get together had been to give people a chance to properly meet. CrowNet was good for swift exchanges, but it was no replacement for actual gatherings.
"Cordie, you look fantastic tonig-" He was cut short when the door pushed open yet again, and Az caught sight of a face he hadn't seen in some time. He almost expected to see Perry with her. It seemed as if the two had always been together in the past. But the dark haired, fair skinned Dragomir didn't come in with Merry. Azraeth buried a brief pang of woe at that. He wasn't about to focus on what he didn't have, when there was so much right there in front of him. It seemed the dress code for the night was black and Az was the only one who hadn't gotten the memo. Ironic, considering his usual style was monochromatic, dull, and dark. But he had read somewhere that orange brought out the blue in one's eyes, and he had begun to experiment with different things, trying to find his own signature style.
"Merry, it's wonderful to see you." He said as he moved to stand, his feet touching the ground as he hopped off of the altar to move closer. He felt fingertips touch his skin and he leaned in so he could press a kiss against her cheek. Fond. Affectionate. Brief. As if to say The past is the past, and time doesn't really change a dragon.
Nikolae arrived in a flourish of flamboyant movements that brought him closer and closer. Az rarely got to see his sire really enjoy himself. Nikolae had been good to Harper Rock, but Harper Rock had not been good to him, or at least, that was how Azraeth saw it. Too soon after turning, the progenitor of the Dragomir had been crushed under the burden of duties that no one man should have been forced to deal with. There had been chaos, and pain, and anger, and death. In some ways, those things had taken away pieces of Nikolae. Had hardened him. Made him darker, more akin to the shadow which he really was.
"You don't need him." Asher had once said.
"He is everything to me." Had been the response. Yes. Az could have moved on, could have done his own thing. Nikolae probably wouldn't have even held it against him. But the thing that Asher had never really understood was loyalty. There had been numerous parties in the past who had attempted to divide the pair. They had failed because one part getting rid of the other would have been like the left hand slicing off the right. What was that belief Superbia had touted to the Daughters of Destiny? One flesh abiding. That philosophy hadn't come from the Worthington; it had come from the Dragomir. Ultimately, it had come from Nikolae.
And so Az watched as the maker of everything they were, the creature who was responsible for everyone in the Temple, came closer. Basket in hand. Basket? Gifts were being passed around.
"I didn't know gifts were required."
"I wouldn't worry too much about it, Cordie. Nikolae has a habit of surprising us with gifts. He once gave me a living baby to take care of." A smile. That had been an interesting few days. Eventually, Az had gotten it back to its parents. But Nikolae was often very much like an ancient dragon who had risen from slumber. He didn't really think the way most people did. He was a touch anachronistic. A touch crazy.
"Thank you, sire. Is. That a basket full of fingers?" His brows furrowed as he tried to get a look inside. Lips pursed. He was used to having to follow along behind Nikolae when the man went out in public. Baskets full of fingers. Missing babies. Honestly, Az was surprised Nikolae didn't turn up at banks covered in blood, trying to make deposits and withdrawals.
"Enzo has reminded me I forgot to account for refreshments, by the way." He said. "Normally I would say we should go to the Necropolis, but I think maybe tonight we should go have a little bit of fun at an establishment filled with a little more...life." Because when you got Dragons together, you couldn't really expect them to sip tea, and chitter away at each other about their days. Blood was what bound them and blood was what needed to be shed.
"I hear there's a rave going on in the slums." Nobody would hear the screams. Or if they did, they would assume it was just another turf war. That was the beautiful thing about an escalating crime rate. People didn't blink twice at all the violence. Made it easier to blend. Made the ugly come out.
"Anyone peckish?"
"So bro, who's bringing the refreshments?"
"You know, if I'm honest, I didn't even think of that. This is why you should never let me plan a party." He murmured with a toothy smile that showed off a little bit too much ivory. The first time they had met, Az had embraced the man. A message. You are one of us. When Enzo tugged him into that fond embrace, he was happy to return it, giving a firm pat on the other man's back, right against shoulder before they pulled apart. "The Necropolis is right across the street, so we might go there." Though Nikolae hated the Necropolis. What very few people knew about Nikolae was that the man could hold grudges for a long time. Four...or was it five years before, a Dragomir had been attacked there by the owner. Nikolae had yet to forgive the establishment, even though Az was a fond patron. But Niko had gotten his revenge at some point, as he usually did.
He was about to launch into some plans to go and get a 'bite to eat', when the doors opened once more and he caught sight of Cordelia. His most newly turned. He found himself watching her, making sure in those first few seconds, that she was alright. Uninjured. All sorts of things liked to attack blood suckers. It was only when she got to the altar that he returned her smile, and watched the exchange between her and Enzo. He didn't see the point in interrupting. The entire point of the little get together had been to give people a chance to properly meet. CrowNet was good for swift exchanges, but it was no replacement for actual gatherings.
"Cordie, you look fantastic tonig-" He was cut short when the door pushed open yet again, and Az caught sight of a face he hadn't seen in some time. He almost expected to see Perry with her. It seemed as if the two had always been together in the past. But the dark haired, fair skinned Dragomir didn't come in with Merry. Azraeth buried a brief pang of woe at that. He wasn't about to focus on what he didn't have, when there was so much right there in front of him. It seemed the dress code for the night was black and Az was the only one who hadn't gotten the memo. Ironic, considering his usual style was monochromatic, dull, and dark. But he had read somewhere that orange brought out the blue in one's eyes, and he had begun to experiment with different things, trying to find his own signature style.
"Merry, it's wonderful to see you." He said as he moved to stand, his feet touching the ground as he hopped off of the altar to move closer. He felt fingertips touch his skin and he leaned in so he could press a kiss against her cheek. Fond. Affectionate. Brief. As if to say The past is the past, and time doesn't really change a dragon.
Nikolae arrived in a flourish of flamboyant movements that brought him closer and closer. Az rarely got to see his sire really enjoy himself. Nikolae had been good to Harper Rock, but Harper Rock had not been good to him, or at least, that was how Azraeth saw it. Too soon after turning, the progenitor of the Dragomir had been crushed under the burden of duties that no one man should have been forced to deal with. There had been chaos, and pain, and anger, and death. In some ways, those things had taken away pieces of Nikolae. Had hardened him. Made him darker, more akin to the shadow which he really was.
"You don't need him." Asher had once said.
"He is everything to me." Had been the response. Yes. Az could have moved on, could have done his own thing. Nikolae probably wouldn't have even held it against him. But the thing that Asher had never really understood was loyalty. There had been numerous parties in the past who had attempted to divide the pair. They had failed because one part getting rid of the other would have been like the left hand slicing off the right. What was that belief Superbia had touted to the Daughters of Destiny? One flesh abiding. That philosophy hadn't come from the Worthington; it had come from the Dragomir. Ultimately, it had come from Nikolae.
And so Az watched as the maker of everything they were, the creature who was responsible for everyone in the Temple, came closer. Basket in hand. Basket? Gifts were being passed around.
"I didn't know gifts were required."
"I wouldn't worry too much about it, Cordie. Nikolae has a habit of surprising us with gifts. He once gave me a living baby to take care of." A smile. That had been an interesting few days. Eventually, Az had gotten it back to its parents. But Nikolae was often very much like an ancient dragon who had risen from slumber. He didn't really think the way most people did. He was a touch anachronistic. A touch crazy.
"Thank you, sire. Is. That a basket full of fingers?" His brows furrowed as he tried to get a look inside. Lips pursed. He was used to having to follow along behind Nikolae when the man went out in public. Baskets full of fingers. Missing babies. Honestly, Az was surprised Nikolae didn't turn up at banks covered in blood, trying to make deposits and withdrawals.
"Enzo has reminded me I forgot to account for refreshments, by the way." He said. "Normally I would say we should go to the Necropolis, but I think maybe tonight we should go have a little bit of fun at an establishment filled with a little more...life." Because when you got Dragons together, you couldn't really expect them to sip tea, and chitter away at each other about their days. Blood was what bound them and blood was what needed to be shed.
"I hear there's a rave going on in the slums." Nobody would hear the screams. Or if they did, they would assume it was just another turf war. That was the beautiful thing about an escalating crime rate. People didn't blink twice at all the violence. Made it easier to blend. Made the ugly come out.
"Anyone peckish?"
N O T E SOkay folks, posting order going into round two is: Azraeth (current post), Enzo, Cordelia, Merry, Nikolae.
Anyone who still wants to enter can. Wherever they enter in the post order is where they will stay for the rest of the thread.
If they move along to the rave, Az will leave behind his wraith to give any late shows directions to the 'party'.
Also, people can feel free to make 'spin off' threads set as private conversations between characters during this thread, or set after the thread is over. That way people can get their share of private character interaction.
Will do my best to keep things rolling in a timely fashion. <3!!
