MASQUERADE PARTY

[masqueradeparty]

[the day of the party has arrived!

right around dinnertime, fairies will try to round up every single character and gesture, lead, or pull them towards the courtyard. there, the miniature castle has finally been completed! there are fairy lights and beautiful singing all around you, and it looks like there's some kind of a party going on in the castle, but...

...but it's still so tiny. how could you possibly get in there? it would be hard just to get your hand through the front door!

but the fairies will persist, and as soon as a character steps into the fairy ring...

they find themselves in the ballroom.

this post has been forward-dated to tonight, of course, so mingle in the comment sections and have a fun time with the different rooms.]

SECTION LINKS FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE:
• The Ballroom
• Side Rooms
• The Garden
• The Altar

Comments

[molotov]

[She makes a little whiny noise when he turns, because it means she can't nuzzle anymore!]

Da, uh-huh.

[samson]

[Watching his thumb as he absently traces it along her lower lip, Brock leans in more to press his forehead to hers.]

When did that happen?

[molotov]

Back then. Before we got married.

[samson]

At home?

[molotov]

Nyet, here.

[samson]

[He stops touching her lip to play with her hair, though he's still staring at her mouth.]

When?

[molotov]

I can't remember. Just one morning, I did not want to anymore. I would hate you sometimes and then I didn't.

[There's some slur to her words.]

[samson]

You don't hate me anymore?

[molotov]

Nyet. Not even when I am so mad at you I cannot see.

[samson]

How can you get that mad without hating me?

[molotov]

Because I love you more.

[samson]

[He slides his hand around to hold the back of her head, putting his cigarette out on the side of the bench.]

Tell me how much you love me.

[molotov]

More than anything.

[samson]

Tell me how much you want to kiss me right now.

[molotov]

More than anything.

[samson]

[Snorting, he gently tugs at her hair a little.]

You love me or you want to kiss me more than anything?

[molotov]

Both.

[samson]

[He's aware he's more sober than her right now, but that doesn't mean he can't poke at her about this.]

Two things can't be more than anything. One of them has to be more than the other thing. 'cause the other thing is part of anything.

[... okay he's not that sober.]

[molotov]

Stop!

[STAHP!!!!!!!!!]

[samson]

[He can't help it, he laughs!]

Stop what, baby?

[molotov]

Stop being mean, kiss me!

[samson]

[Brock coos a little when she says that, amused, then lifts his mask a little -- it covers his mouth -- so he can press his mouth against hers.]

[molotov]

[Yayyyy kisses.]

[samson]

[Awww yeeeee. He keeps his fingers curled into her hair at the back of her skull, moving his other hand to rest on her knee.]

[molotov]

[She just wraps her arms around his neck.]