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Desert_Blossom · Jan 7, 2022

Alarick Vernon

Once upon a time, Alarick had been a man of many emotions, all of which he'd worn on his sleeve. But time had a way of eroding the sharpness of good feelings, while somehow never dulling the negative ones. Time and time again he'd fallen in love with his wives, as he once believed should be the case, and time and time again he'd felt his heart be ripped out when they took their last breaths, while his were limitless. The werewolf's descent into suppressing his feelings was gradual, but by the last three centuries he'd learned to give up on hoping that he'd find his eternal bride and hold the women he married at arm's length. Time had taught him that it was easier to view them simply as a means of maintaining the order of the seasons and their deaths as a necessary sacrifice made to nature. Yes, they brought him pleasure and warmed his bed while in their youth, but by the last few decades of their lives, Alarick was little more than company to talk to. There was lust at one point, but no longer love in his marriages. At least on his end.

Prepared to spend the rest of his immortal life in this way, Alarick was not prepared for the Southern Belle he met a few days ago at the festival. She was stunning, and fiery, and independent, and five hundred years ago someone Al would have allowed himself to fall madly in love with. Even after less than a week of knowing her, he already looked forward to their next meeting each time they parted ways, and was now offering her the emerald pendant without a doubt in his mind that he wanted her as his next wife. The chemistry between them was palpable and they'd already fallen into a comfortable relationship of witty banter, having fun and enjoying each other's company without any expectations. Yes, this would all be ruined when Jolene discovered that they were expectations of her now, but Al tried to spin this as a good thing. If Jo was angry at him, that would make it easier to keep their relationship surface level, or at least slow down how quickly he was becoming attached to her. Attraction and admiration for the young woman were one thing, deeper feelings were dangerous and something Al had closed himself off to.

Of course, things are always easier in theory than in practice, and as Alarick fastened the emerald necklace around the beautiful blonde's neck, savoring every brush of her skin and the scent of her hair, it would be hard for him to convincingly argue that there wasn't already more between them than he'd ever intended. Had the werewolf not been so focussed on Jo's reflection in the mirror, he might have noticed that his expression was not one of detachment as he drank in his bride-to-be. The vision in black, and now green, was more intoxicating than any drink at the bar. Alarick watched Jolene's expression carefully as she admired the necklace, smiling proudly. Her hazel eyes shifted to meet his gaze, and for a moment he could feel her studying him. With the focus now on him, he gathered himself a little, trying to reign in his emotions so she wouldn't become suspicious. Alarick, I don't know what to say... Thank you, it's gorgeous. Jolene turned to face him, and if she was suspicious of anything, it didn't stop her from showing her gratitude with a kiss.

A grin tugged at the corner of Al's mouth as he caught her lips with his, his arms reflexively wrapping around her waist as he pulled her against him. He returned the kiss, and then some, tasting the bourbon on Jolene's full, soft mouth as he did so. It had been a well-fought battle to restrain himself around the blonde during their time together, and if not for the audience they would surely have if he gave in to his desires now, Al might have surrendered the fight altogether. Alas, no white flags were waved, and the wolf behaved himself. For now. Daring one small nibble on the blonde's lower lip as a parting gift, he pulled away enough so he could look down at his date. "I think that said it all..." He murmured. "And if not, you can always think of more to say later once we leave here..." He added with a devilish smirk. "But for now... shall I pretend that I like dancing so I can make all the other men on the dance floor envious? Or would you like to do something else?" He asked, making no move to release the petite woman until she offered her decision. "Though of course," He began, closing the distance between them once more to whisper in her ear. "... dancing does have the added benefit of being an excuse to keep holding you close..."

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_amaranth_ · Jan 16, 2022

Carina Hawthorn

The whole place positively took Carina’s breath away. Not attending her senior prom due to lack of a partner, she had never visited one before and so she was filled with worries that she was not going to know how to behave, how to go around things, how to handle anything that pops up. But once she arrived to the venue, her heart skipped a few beats and her eyes lit up like a child on the Christmas day. All the lights, all the decorations, everything was so perfectly matched and together, it created a stunning illusion of a fairy tale. This is how Cari imagined the fairy tale balls to be and now she got to be a part of it. With her own prince waiting for her somewhere inside. Romance was dripping from every corner and the redhead was barely able to contain her excitement and joy that was oozing from every pore of her tiny body.

But if her heart skipped those beats upon seeing the décor, it stopped beating when she saw Asher. Elegant and gentlemanly, more than Dean ever could be. And when he praised her, the most delicious chills ran down her spine. Her fingers touched the jewel wrapped around her neck and their eyes met. “It’s gorgeous. But it’s too much. I don’t even deserve such things.” Cari hummed and brought the champagne flute to her lips to occupy herself for a little moment. He then told her he was a rather good dancer. “Good! Because while I want to dance with you, I have no idea about he steps so you gotta help me out.” Another set of giggles left her lips, even more pleased when he picked up on her Cinderella hints and added his two cents to it.

“I’d leave something better than a shoe.” Cari smiled and tilted the glass at her lips one more time before setting it down. Ash was ready to join the dance floor and honestly, she felt a little bit nervous. She had never really danced like this before and she was afraid she would embarrass herself. That was definitely something she had experienced several times already and none of those times felt too great. Her small slender hand slipped into Ash’s and she walked to him with a tad of hesitation in her step. Her dress flowed around her legs as she walked, almost making her look like she was stepping on air. Her other hand rested on his shoulder and the girl let out a small breath. “I’m nervous.” she laughed as the first tones of music filled the room but there was no time to ponder anymore as the couple started dancing. And in Ash’s arms, the whole world around them ceased to exist somehow and Cari only saw him, his sparkling chocolate brown hues and the warmth of his touch as he held her tight, not allowing her to trip and fall.

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_amaranth_ · Jan 16, 2022

Arthur Donnovan

The blowout with the mayor dissolved from Art’s head the second after it happened. The man was no doubt powerful in this tinx town but it didn’t impress Art at all. After all, he was the King of Winter, why would he be impressed by some middle aged man, way too full of himself, who governed one puny town? Loud and public declarations of power were the sign of weakness to the ancient vampire. They had no place in his own kingdom or any kingdom his brothers ruled over for that matter. They all were perfectly capable of earning the respect of their subjects purely by their actions, not by screaming who the king was. Mayor of Maple Grove was a little man, one that did not deserve Art’s attention, especially not if his own daughter was accompanying Art to the ball. Instead of filling his head with negative thoughts, he focused on Tori and the evening in front of them.

As they entered the room, they surely earned quite a few looks but Art assumed it was because of her. Who she was and the fact that she came with a rather older man. Rubies framing her pale throat caught the light and reflected it in the most perfect way and for a moment, Art became mesmerized by that play of shadows. Until she said she wanted to dance to which Art was more than happy to oblige. He teased her about leading and she teased him back, showing her firecracker side. It was tent another proof that Art had chosen a little spitfire to be his new wife and a part of him understood one important thing. Taking Tori away and telling her she would have to stay in his kingdom forever was going to be a hell of a ride because for sure, she was not going to take it lightly. Then again, he would deal with it when the time came.

For now, his arms wrapped around her and the two twirled in the melody. Art only had eyes for her. The waltz left them a little breathless and brought some color to her cheeks which he found extremely attractive. She wanted champagne, even though it was apparently shitty, and they set off to find it. And then she dropped a bomb. Art remained impassive and his face never changed but he felt that pang inside. What happens after tonight? Was he going to leave her? Most definitely he was not but was he about to tell her now? “No, Victoria. I’m not.” he spoke and those icy blue eyes looked down at her. Well, technically, he was not lying, was he? “I think we have quite a lot of time together from now on.” he added, laying those thin layers on her. “I think we enjoy each other’s presence so why ruin a perfectly good pairing?” he smirked just as a server walked past them. He reached for two flutes, handing one to her. “To our future.” he toasted and raised his glass a little. “Whatever it may bring.”

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apolla · Jan 22, 2022

VICTORIA ZABIELSKI

Outfit: Click & click! | Mood: womanly | Tags: Art (

At the beginning of the week, Tori hadn't been looking forward to the festival-- much less the ball-- at all. Meeting Art hadn't been in her plans at all, but wasn't that how the best things happened? Completely by accident? Somehow, he'd completely wrapped her around his little finger. Normally it was the other way around. The boys in this town were just that-- boys. If Tori bothered with them at all, she just got what she wanted and moved on, but for the most part she didn't want anything to do with them. Tori was a small town girl with big town dreams, and those dreams didn't include the guys in this town. But now, somehow, Art had wormed his way into those future plans, even if she didn't know it yet. She hadn't had much time over the last few days to think too much into the future, not that she was the type to overplan shit anyway. Her impulsivity was always her downfall, at least according to her father.

But there was a seed of doubt in Tori's mind, doubt that Art felt the same way she did. So as they left the dance floor, the question about what would happen next left her lips, her voice quivering slightly. She didn't want to come across as needy or insecure, but that's exactly what she was in this moment. There wasn't a long pause before he answered, though in her mind, it felt like forever. A wave of relief washed over her as he told her no, he wasn't going to leave her. Her lips curled into a small smile, her own eyes entranced by his icy blue ones. “I think we have quite a lot of time together from now on.” She felt her lips part as she drew in a slightly shaky breath, nodding in response to his next statement. "Good." She told him, still able to hear the slight desperation in her voice. Hating herself for it, she glanced down as he grabbed two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter.

He offered her a glass and she looked back up, taking it gingerly from him. "To our future." She echoed his words, clinking her glass against his before she brought it to her lips. Wrinkling her nose slightly, she sighed as she lowered her glass a moment later. "Just as I suspected. The cheap shit." She shook her head, but still lifted the glass to take another sip anyway. "It could be worse, though." Shrugging one delicate shoulder, she clutched the stem of the glass with both of her hands as she turned her attention back to Art. "Are your brothers here, too?" She asked him, trying to keep her tone casual even though she was really prying for more information about him. "Is it... just the four of you?" She moved to loop her arm through his, her eyes searching the crowd before she glanced back his way. "We've spent alot of time together, but I don't feel like I know much about you."

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apolla · Jan 22, 2022

ADRIAN BECK

Outfit: Click! | Mood: thrilled | Tags: Mari (

Adrian's misery had certainly given way to joy when he realized Marissa had shown up. He had gone all out with the flowers, his own outfit and even attempting to tame that wild mane of his. The necklace was also included in that, even if Mari didn't quite understand what it meant yet. Even with his own joy and the happiness that he saw on her face, he could take one look into her eyes and see that she was uneasy. Even with his merman powers, he wasn't a mind reader, and it bothered him to no end that he didn't know why she looked that way. She should feel like a queen, like the queen she was set to become by his side, but there was doubt there in her gaze. So it was all he could do to try and wipe that doubt away, sweeping her onto the dance floor and showing off his skills to more than a few songs, twirling her here and dipping her there, always bringing her back to him.

When they slowed finally, he complimented her moves, calling her a natural. He adored the flush on her cheeks, his lips curling upwards as she complimented him back. "Lots of practice." He winked at her, the conversation growing slightly more sober as his next words. He didn't have to be able to hear her heartbeat like some of his brothers to know that his words had an effect on her, and that only set his own heart on the fast track as well. She said nothing in response, not even moving for a moment before she finally rested one of her hands on his cheek. Then she leaned forward, standing on her tiptoes to gently press her lips against his. His arms slid further around her, holding her there until he sensed that she was ready to pull away. The kiss hadn't lasted nearly as long as he wanted, but he wasn't going to push her. There would be enough of that come later this night.

“Don’t say things that will only make me miss you more…” The words cut deep into his heart, and a part of him wanted to spill everything to her right then and there. But he bit his tongue, just as she let her hand slip from his face, adding that she could use a drink. "Let's." He nodded, though neither of them moved for a long moment. He let her slip from his arms when she finally moved, only able to watch her walk away from him, as if forgetting that he was supposed to be going with her. But then she stopped, turning around to face him, her hand reaching for him. He was only so happy to take her hand in his, following her in search of alcohol. It didn't take them long to find a waiter with glasses on a tray, and Adrian's large hand grabbed two of the glasses with ease, holding them between him and Mari so she could take one. "What are we toasting to, hm?" He asked her, keeping her other hand captured in his. "How about... to opening ourselves up?" He asked, a hint of hopefulness in his voice. "To being honest with ourselves." He added, his voice dropping to a low whisper.

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MadiRaiCat · Jan 23, 2022

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Jolene

werewolf bride

The kiss was slow and sweet at first, and Jolene felt Alarick's strong arms wrap around her. There was a warmth there, a comfort that she wasn't exactly used to but didn't mind. It was those moments that made it hard for the blonde to remember how she believed this would all end. She would find her bounty, get paid, and move on to the next town. He would leave that evening, or tomorrow at the latest, because that would be the end of the festival and it would be time for him and his brothers to return home. Her lips moved against his, and she was fairly tempted to forget the fancy dress and fancy party, and just take him back to her apartment for a night spent between the sheets. The slight nibble on her bottom lip nearly sealed the deal, but Al pulled away at that same moment. If only he knew how willing she was to give in to desire at that time. Opening her eyes once more, the blonde met his gaze, lips still light parted as she attempted to calm her racing heart. Though she wouldn't admit it, she knew that something about their connection was different.

Jolene's pink lips, a change from her usual crimson red, tilted up at the corners in a seductive smirk. Their flirty banter was something she enjoyed, but she would be lying if she said she didn't care if it went any further. Moving a bit closer, she teasingly said, "Believe me, I can think of plenty more to say. Or not say." Though she was generally a confident person, it made her feel a bit lighter to know that his plans for the post-party evening were to spend it with her. Suddenly remembering they were amid a gala surrounded by several of the town's elite and some not, her hazel eyes slid around the room. There were more people than when she originally arrived. But, it was fairly clear to her that it was as much of a business event as it was a social event. The town's wealthy and upper class were no doubt using it to make deals and collaborations to further their careers as well as make them more money. Such was the way the world works. Hell, it had to be more stable than bounty hunting to pay the bills.

Al's voice pulled her from her thoughts, and Jolene returned her gaze to him. "I can't say that I'm much of a dancer either. At least, not that kind that this type of party requires," she answered, letting the shiver of his whisper in her ear run down her spine. Turning her head to lightly kiss his cheek, Jolene lightly placed her hands on his chest. "But, I think I can follow your lead." Taking his hand, Jo held her head high, both in natural confidence and in an attempt to show off the gorgeous jewels around her neck, as she led them across the ornate tile floor to the designated dancing area. A few couples already moved around, a few of which she recognized. Finding an open space, the blonde bounty hunter turned to face her date, lightly placing her free hand on his shoulder. "I'm going to apologize in advance if I step on your foot. I hope you'll forgive me, and I can definitely make it up to you later," she said with a flirtatious smile. Realizing she hadn't officially asked him, Jo added, "When do you head home? How much longer do I have you for?"

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MadiRaiCat · Jan 23, 2022

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Asher

elf king

Several hundred years ago, Asher had met a human woman on one of his excursions to the human realm in search of a bride. Her name was Elyse, the daughter of a wealthy landowner with a decent dowry of her own. But, more importantly, she had a passion for the arts, particularly in dance. She had long, dark curly hair that nearly reached her lower back, bright green eyes, and porcelain skin. She was very pretty, and Ash had immediately been attracted to her. She was one of the few brides who was immediately happy to join him in his kingdom as his queen, her life no longer at the hands of an arranged marriage for a dowry and merging of family. Elyse was happy to live her life out, doing only what she wanted, and Ash was content in accompanying her. One of the memories he held most dear was the long hours spent in his palace's ballroom, learning the human ballroom dances from her. But her dancing subsided as she got older until she was no longer able to move well on her own, let alone remember who Ash was. And then, just like all the others, she was gone.

Getting over Elyse's death was one of the hardest times of his life. In fact, he dwelled on her over the rest of the century, through picking another and wife, and even partially into his next marriage. He had really, truly loved her. But, with time, Asher came to terms with her death and, though he missed her, the feelings he had for her eventually subsided. Now, he looks back on those memories fondly, but platonically. In some ways, Carina and Elyse were a bit alike. Free spirits with a bit of innocence and craving for adventure. Maybe his brothers were right, maybe he did have a type. The feelings that were brewing for Cari, however, were real, almost in a terrifying sense. Despite the similarities, she was unique from all his previous wives, with a story he didn't know fully just yet but wanted to. He could tell she had seen pain but chose light in life instead of darkness. She was bright and sweet and beautiful and she didn't seem to know it. He was supernaturally drawn to her.

"Don't deserve such things?" Asher repeated, caught off guard by her words. How could she believe that? Dark brown eyes finding hers, he took her hand and brought it to his lips to kiss her knuckles before letting go. "You deserve the world, darling." Continuing to hold her hand, the brunette king led them to the dance floor, pausing to turn back to her. He place the hand he was holding on his shoulder before taking her other, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her closer in classic ballroom dancing form. The music began to play, and Asher led them in a classic waltz. "Nervous? Why would you be nervous? If anything, I should be the nervous one. After all, my date is the belle of the ball. I can already feel the envious stares of our fellow party-goers," he responded with a grin, pulling her even closer until their chests were barely touching. Despite her nervousness, Cari seemed to be moving quite elegantly. If she was making mistakes or missteps, he certainly couldn't tell. "Cari, if you could do only one thing on your bucket list, the most important thing, what would it be?"

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Desert_Blossom · Jan 27, 2022

Marissa Locke

It would be a lie to say that Marissa hadn't thought about her first kiss with Adrian at the festival often throughout the week. Even once she'd decided it was best not to see him again, she still found herself daydreaming about the way the rugged man had spun her around in his arms before capturing her lips with his. The moment had been spontaneous and caught Marissa by surprise in more ways than one. She'd kissed plenty of men since James' death, but Adrian's was the first to make her really feel anything beyond simple physical attraction. He'd woken something up inside her, reminding her what it felt like to be alive. It was sweet and exciting and terrifying. That was in part why she decided it was best to avoid him. Obviously that hadn't worked out very well though, as Mari now found herself in Adrian's embrace once more.

This time, however, it was Marissa who initiated the kiss, in lieu of a verbal response to Adrian's admittance that he felt connected to her. It was softer than their first, slower, and with just a hint of melancholy. Kissing Adrian still sent tingles down the blonde's spine- the sensation even better than she remembered- but it was bitter sweet. Time was ticking, and Marissa had learned that all good things were sure to come to an end. Adrian's arms slid around her more, his warmth almost enough to melt away all her worries, and as tempting as it was to just remain like that forever, Mari pulled away a few seconds later. A drink was in order to help the blonde forget about the future and remain in the present, and the pair moved off the dance floor in search of champagne.

Luckily, the ball was not lacking for alcohol, and it wasn't long before Adrian had lifted two flutes off a passing tray, handing one to Marissa. She smiled gratefully, quick to start raising it to her lips, before pausing when Adrian asked what they were toasting to. "Oh..?" Mari breathed, lowering the glass as she contemplated the question. How about... to opening ourselves up? Alarmed blue eyes were quick to flick up to find Adrian's at his suggestion, the hopefulness in his voice not going unnoticed. To being honest with ourselves. The blonde couldn't help but feel that by "ourselves" Adrian really meant her, and her cheeks darkened. She knew it was no secret that she was guarded, but most people were happy to let her remain that way. Adrian, however, didn't seem satisfied to do so. Had her hand not been securely held in his, Marissa had a feeling that she would be running out of the ball this very instant.

"I need a little more to drink first before I toast to that, I think..." Marissa replied, her heart beating quickly at just the thought of opening up. Skipping the toast, she returned the glass to her lips, tipping her head back as she drained it's contents quickly, not caring if it wasn't particularly ladylike. Another server passed by, and Mari held up a hand to stop him as she swallowed, trading her now empty glass for another full one. "Thank you," She smiled, as the server gave her an odd look but moved on. The blonde turned back to Adrian, taking a deep breath and holding her second drink up to clink it against his. "Alright, to opening up and being honest..." Marissa conceded, glancing up at Adrian's ocean blue eyes as she accepted his toast. This time she only took a sip of the bubbly beverage, letting it bite her tongue, before swallowing.

"Though I've... I've not been very good about opening up since..." Marissa began, her gaze lowering as she focussed her attention on her glass. "Well, since my husband died." She said, the words feeling strange coming out of her mouth. She didn't make it a point to tell strangers about James, and when she talked to friends and family about him, she didn't have to refer to him as her husband. They all knew who James was. "I don't even share things with my parents or siblings, so it's not just with you..." Marissa uttered, chancing a glance up at Adrian. "But I don't want to ruin tonight with a sob story." The blonde asserted, absentmindedly gripping her glass and his hand to keep both hers steady. "As for being honest with ourselves... I think that's the most difficult of all." She admitted, recalling how hard she'd been trying to deny her quickly developing feelings for the man beside her.

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Desert_Blossom · Jan 27, 2022

Alarick Vernon

Jolene's racing heart brought a great deal of satisfaction to Alarick as he kissed her, his heightened senses attuned to the shifts in her pulse as he did and said different things to the blonde. With a last nibble on her lower lip, the werewolf pulled away a little. Jo's dark lashes opened to reveal her hazel eyes as their gazes met. A smirk played on her mouth as she teased Believe me, I can think of plenty more to say. Or not say. Alarick laughed lightly. "Oh, I have no doubt."

Al noticed Jo become distracted by the other guests, her eyes studying the ballroom
for a moment, and he drew her closer to him, asking if she wanted to dance. At first she didn't seem particularly sold on the idea, so he leaned in, whispering about the benefits of getting to keep holding her close if they did. The blonde shivered a little, before turning and pressing her warm lips to his cheek. But I think I can follow your lead. Al raised an eyebrow a little dubiously. "We'll see about that..." He teased the young woman, his playful doubt proven warranted as it was Jolene who led them to the dance floor only seconds after saying she'd follow his lead. The Southern Belle certainly was something else, he mused to himself as he trailed behind her a pace.

Once she'd found a spot, the blonde turned to face Al as she placed her hand on his shoulder. I'm going to apologize in advance if I step on your foot. I hope you'll forgive me, and I can definitely make it up to you later. The devilish smirk crept back onto Al's features as he peered down at Jo. "Well, in that case... I hope you do step on my foot," he chuckled, curious to discover what the blonde's version of making it up to him would entail. Sliding his free hand to the small of her back, the werewolf pulled Jolene a few inches closer, only leaving enough room to save their knees from knocking together as they danced. His other hand still held her small one within it, and his smirk softened a little as he began leading them across the floor to the music. While Alarick didn't care much for dancing these days, he was still quite good. At least at the more traditional dances. His blonde partner had alluded that she was the opposite, preferring the more contemporary style of dancing that Al decided looked more like love making with clothes on than anything else. Not that he'd particularly mind such a thing with Jo... but overall he found it rather distasteful to watch strangers do it.

Gliding around the dance floor amongst the other couples, Al was really only aware of them enough to avoid running into anyone. He knew Asher and his date were dancing as well, having seen his brother earlier when they first walked over, but he'd lost track of him after that. For now, Jo held his attention, particularly when she asked, When do you head home? How much longer do I have you for? Well-trained in the art of dodging questions from his wives-to-be that would give away his intentions, Al didn't skip a beat, or a step, before replying. "Depends..." He grinned, letting go of Jo's waist long enough to spin her around to the melody, before bringing her back to hold. "How much longer do you want to stay in that dress?" He asked suggestively, bringing his face down close to hers. "Because I'd be more than happy to head back to my place with you this very minute if that's what you wanted." Al murmured, letting his hand slip around to the blonde's hip, gripping her a little tighter.

The emerald necklace sparked around Jolene's neck, reminding Alarick that all that was left was to bring her back to his kingdom where she'd serve as his queen. As far as he was concerned, the ball had served its purpose. He of course was willing to stay as long as Jolene wanted, not wanting to deprive her of her last night as a "normal" woman, but he was still eager to return to his home with her. As much as she might hate it, at least then there would be no danger of losing her. Well, until death took her. "As for how long you have me for..." Al continued, his voice lowering as their movements slowed almost to a stop amongst the other dancers. "I'd prefer not to think about our goodbyes until we're forced to say them." He said honestly. While Jolene clearly was thinking about their time together ending in the near future, Al was already dreading watching Jo grow old.

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_amaranth_ · Jan 30, 2022

Carina Hawthorn

Being in a group home was easily the worst experience in Carina’s collection of memories. Thinking about it, it was associated with yelling, punishments, gray uniforms and tight ponytails, strict schedules and most of all, darkness. Hours spent inside that locket closet with no source of light, just stale smell and mothballs, sitting on the ground, squeezing her old damaged copy of Alice in Wonderland. That was how Carina usually spent her days in the group home, simply because her imagination was running a bit wilder and her dreams were large and her imagination vivid. The girl loved her ideas and even in the dark closet, she imagined she was falling down the rabbit hole and that once hitting the ground, her eyes would open to see oh so many doors and they all would offer so many new worlds and moments to live. She would gladly drink any water and eat any cake to grow or shrink as necessary, just to get out of this hole. The hell hole, as she called it most of the time.

And now she was long gone from there, the world was open to her and she had to be oh so lucky, considering she managed to find her little piece of heaven in Maple Grove. It was not the whole world and she had seen only the tiniest fragment now but it was home. She had friends here, she had freedom. What else could a girl like her want? The shackles were off and nothing was holding her back. She could go anywhere she wished and there was no stopping her. And since her falling out with her former fiancé, she was now free to allow this handsome stranger to take her away on an exciting journey of flirting, picnics and exploration of the world surrounding them. Ash was the most charming companion Cari had ever had. He was galant, very attentive and extremely captivating. He seemed to know so much about things and Carina could honestly listen to him all day, just sit there with him, munch on shiny grapes and the sweetest strawberries and let him talk.

He positively took her breath away with one sentence. “You deserve the world, darling.” Cari looked up at him, her hazel brown eyes shimmering with compassion. Without knowing it or fully realizing it, she was falling for the man. There was only a tiny speck of concern of throwing herself too fast into things. She was not that person. Or at least, didn’t used to be. She was different with Dean and… And just as they reached the dance floor and Ash placed her hand on his shoulder, her gaze fell upon the letters inked into the skin of her right forearm. It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then. Alice. Saving her again. It was her favorite quote from the book, holding an incredible amount of the truth. “Oh please! You’re an incredible dancer!” the redhead exclaimed as Ash told her he should be nervous. “I’m gonna try not to ruin your shoes.” she laughed and the music took them in a whirlwind.

Upon Asher’s next question, Cari looked at him, biting her lip a little. “Just one? Gosh, that’s hard.” she sighed. “Let me think.” Letting him lead, trying to multitask as best as she could, her brain managed her feet while she was trying to sort things out. Humming in thoughts a little, she purchased her glossed lips, parting them after a while. But then she closed them again, shaking her head as she reconsidered. Repeating it two or three more times, she smiled brightly. “Sea.” she spoke shortly. “I want to see it. I’ve never been, I’ve never seen it. And I totally want to. Sit on the beach, warm sand between the toes, waves hitting the coast, foam forming around. It has to be magical. To see the sea.” she spoke dreamily. “Isn’t it fun to say? See the sea?” she laughed and repeated it one more time in a rather singsongy voice. “Okay, sorry. I’m done. But yeah, this is it. If I had to choose only one thing, I would choose the sea.”

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_amaranth_ · Jan 30, 2022

Arthur Donnovan

Choosing a new wife was always a difficult task, just as losing one was the dire consequence. It had been a long time since Art lost all his illusions. Being alive for centuries, almost as old as time itself, there were not many things that could surprise the vampire and so he tried to enjoy little things. Arthur was a traditionalist and liked a certain order in his affairs and habits. Therefore, his office back at home always stored one kind of Scotch, he had a stable daily routine and even the order in which he read books was always the same. Every now and then, it happened he finished reading all his favorites and so he started again, in the very same order, never otherwise. He even had a small piece of tiramisu after every dinner served in his castle. Did he need the food? Not at all. It all tasted the same. Bland and very much ash-like. But he still kept his little habits up and imagined the taste, using his wives to help him, describe the taste of food, aid him in imagining the taste.

Wives. Yes, that was another chapter. And actually the only part of his life in which Art wasn’t set on keeping the same. It was the prophecy that fueled his curiosity in this area. There was a woman out there that was destined to be the eternal queen of winter and rule by his side forever until the end of times. And if Art focused only on the same category of women, his chances of finding her would be significantly reduced. And maybe it was his way of sort of spicing up his life. His wives were blondes, brunettes, redheads, all colors of skin and eyes, Art never discriminated. But none of them was THE ONE. Hence the end of his illusions. This was his third time he came to the world of humans in search of a new queen without any hopes that his eternal queen was there. But it was the first time in a very long time he felt such a connection to a woman.

Victoria managed to ignite the fire inside him, in his chest. The fire that was long cold and seemed nothing could bring it back to life. And yet, her youth and vibrant nature were apparently just what was needed. She was young, just stepped over the border of adulthood, just starting to explore the world. And here he was, ready to pluck her out of this place, take her away with him and tuck her inside his castle, not having any chance to discover anything else, maybe not even herself. And yet, Art didn’t care. His emotions were not burning hot, considering who he was. He was selfish and he cared about his own comfort and feelings first, then came his brothers and only then, everyone else. When Tori asked him if he was going to leave her, Art’s words were no lie. They were going to be together forever and so, they did have a lot of time together ahead of them.

After their dance ended, the two left the dance floor and Art grabbed two glasses of champagne for them. Tori predicted it was going to be the cheap kind and she was absolutely right which only made Art mark it in his memory to make sure that there was enough quality champagne in the castle. He was not going to have his wife drinking piss. “Yes. We all came.” Art then answered her question about his brothers. “We could go and say hello if you’d like. There’s Asher…” he pointed at the first of his brothers he noticed as he was twirling around with the tiny redhead in his arms. “But considering you don’t really enjoy his present company, I’d say.” he mused, searching some more. Alarick was dancing as well, enjoying his moments with a woman in whom Art recognized the clever bartender from the fair who guessed his drink from looking at him once. “And there’s Adrian.” he added, pointing to his last brother. “It’s just the four of us. I’m not going to use the word only here. I think four boys is more than plenty.” Art cracked one of his very rare jokes. “Up to you. We can also just stay on our own, maybe dance some more? Try and find a drink which tastes less than watered down grape juice? Get you something to eat?” Art turned to Tori and placed his index finger under her chin, lifting her head up. “I’m here to make this evening unforgettable for you. I won’t say no to anything.” he told her, his icy blue eyes sparkled and his heart beat fast as he knew what was bound to happen once this night was over.

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apolla · Feb 6, 2022

VICTORIA ZABIELSKI

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Dancing with Art at the ball made Tori feel like the queen her younger self always thought she was meant to be. What little girl didn't have dreams of fancy balls, princess dresses and gorgeous crowns and jewels? Tori was no different, she shared that dream along with many other girls. And really, that dream had never gone away. She still felt as though she belonged in a world like that, like her time here on earth was just a test or a pre-phase or something. Of course, she'd never told anyone that, not in a long time. She wasn't a fan of being laughed at and besides, it wasn't like it was a dream that was going to come true. She had to find a way to become royalty here on earth.

That was part of how her dream of becoming famous happened. Who was the closest to royalty other than royals themselves? Pop stars, singers, models, actors and actresses. All of the above and more. They had everything they could ever dream of: adoring fans, money, clothes, shoes, accessories, a big fancy suite. Everything that Tori thought might give her some sense of purpose in this life. So once she got old enough to realize she'd never be a real princess, she shifted her dreams slightly, setting her sights on becoming famous herself. She'd always loved music, and practically sang before she talked. She could watch music videos for hours, and even imagined her own sometimes at night before she went to sleep. She'd practice her dance moves in the mirror, and make faces at herself in the mirror. She was a girl of many talents.

But despite all the ways she'd practiced to get ready for her human life of royalty, nothing made her feel more regal than the red dress she wore now as she danced with Art. Eventually, they made their way off of the dance floor, finding some of that cheap champagne that she knew her father would have gone all out on. Turning her attention back to Art, she realized that she didn't know that much about him. And for once in her life, she wanted to. So she started soft, trying to pry some by asking if his brothers had come. He told her they had, though she blanched slightly when he said they could go say hello. The petty side of her didn't want to share Art with anyone, not even his family. Her eyes slid towards Asher, narrowing slightly when she recognized the redhead he was dancing with.

Art found his other two brothers, and Tori did a double take towards Art when he cracked his joke. "Was that a funny?" She asked him, a grin tugging at her own lips. She placed a hand on his chest, listening to the options he'd listed, shivering slightly when his finger found her chin. She didn't fight him as he lifted her head, her heartbeat picking up in her chest as she met his gaze. "Nothing?" She asked him, a teasing note to her voice. "Be careful there, Arthur. You might end up running naked through this entire party." A soft, almost musical laugh escaped her, telling him-- hopefully-- that she was only teasing. Looking back at her champagne, she finished what was left in her glass before she set it on a passing waiters tray. "What do you want to do, Art?" She asked him, a slightly sultry note to her voice as she pressed her body to his.

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apolla · Feb 6, 2022

ADRIAN BECK

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Kissing Marissa told Adrian everything he needed to know. While it didn't tell him the things that had happened in her past to make her so guarded and closed off, it told him that she was open to a future, even if she didn't know it yet. Though he wasn't giving her much of an option, considering he'd already given her the necklace that marked her as his, at the same time she did have a choice. She could choose to open herself up to him, or she could choose to remain closed off and wither away. She wouldn't be the first one who chose to do that, and it broke Adrian's heart every time it happened. He wanted to give his wives the best that he possibly could, and that included Mari. But would she let him?

They found some champagne, and he distracted her from drinking right away with a toast. He saw the alarm flash in her eyes at his words, and his grip automatically tightened on her. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to keep her with him should she decide to run. She was definitely the type to try and run to escape her problems, but Adrian was the exact opposite. He faced his issues head on, busting through them like something busting through a brick wall. It was just how he was, how he'd always been. Her cheeks darkened with an exposed blush, and his lips twitched in another grin. Her words caused a laugh to escape him, and he watched with interested eyes as she downed the entire glass of champagne in one go. "Are we playing a drinking game and you didn't tell me?"

He feigned offense as he downed his own glass, holding the bubbly liquid in his puffed out cheeks while she got a second glass. Swallowing the champagne, he dumped his glass on the waiter as well, snagging one just before the man left them. This time, she clinked her glass against his, and he smiled at her when she proposed the toast this time. "To opening up and being honest." He echoed, taking a sip of his new glass of champagne now. His eyes were looking around the room, curious about his brothers and what they were doing, though they landed back on Mari when she started to speak again. The smile slid from his lips the instant he realized she was actually taking the toast seriously, and he lowered his glass, his expression serious as he listened.

And that was it. She dropped the bomb, told him the truth about the reasons why she was the way she was. She'd lost her husband, and though she didn't say how long ago, she didn't have to. It was a pain that Adrian understood, because he, too, had lost many significant others. The pain did lessen over time, but it never completely went away. Silence fell between them for a few moments before she started again, chancing a glance up at him. "You could never ruin tonight." He told her, giving her hand a squeeze. He nodded in response to her comment about honesty, lifting his glass to take another sip before he responded. "Honesty can be the hardest thing." He agreed, letting go of her hand to drape his arm around her shoulders. "But I've found that once you start to be honest, that's when the true healing begins." He pulled her closer, draining his glass again before he turned back to her. "Now come on. Tell me something wild that you want to do. It can be anything." His eyes glittered with excitement as he peered down at her. "We'll do it, I swear."

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MadiRaiCat · Feb 19, 2022

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Jolene

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In the South, young girls were often subject to the whims and harsh truths of etiquette training and debutante classes. These programs focused largely on social and dining skills under the guise of preparing young girls for their futures as self-confident, respectable wives. They were taught how to dress and speak, how to throw proper parties of both the dinner and cocktail sort. They learned how to walk and hold themselves, how to take care of their bodies, and even how to interview appropriately. They wore modest, frilly gowns, applied enough make-up to accentuate their features while keeping that natural look. They could ballroom dance and take care of the home. It was a training program to create perfect 1950s housewives. Nearly all southern girls went through this training and became these weak, demure, obedient things that seemed to be unable to think for themselves. But not Jolene.

The Captain didn't quite believe in that sort of training, He wanted his daughter to be strong, independent, and self-sufficient. Because he was an older parent, he needed to know that she would be okay once he was dead and gone. And, so instead of debutante training, she was put in martial arts classes, taught survival techniques and skills. Jolene much preferred how she was raised to others in her age group. Sure, maybe it alienated her a bit. But she would rather make her own choices and be strong on her own than rely on some man. And so, Jolene became the charismatic, promiscuous, strong-willed Southern Belle bounty hunter that she was now. Of course, there were some downsides to her personality. She was hot-tempered at times, letting it get the best of her. More than once, it cost her a bounty. She was stubborn and determined, liked things done her way. But, in the end, Jo truly believed that she was a good person. Though, maybe if she had taken those debutante classes, she wouldn't be as bad of a dancer.

The blonde felt herself be pulled closer to the brunette man alongside her, looking down at their feet for a moment before Alarick began to lead them around the dance floor. Every so often, her hazel eyes dropped down in an attempt to see where her feet were and how to avoid his. Though, at his words, maybe she should step on them on purpose. Surprisingly, though, she was able to avoid his toes. He spun her around before pulling her flush against him once again. Al's words sent another tingle down her spine, and Jo found herself tilting her head curiously at him. While his words were suggestive, she was more confused about the fact that he said he would take her back to his place. Wasn't he from out of town, only here for the festival? Did he live close by? If so, that changed everything. There was a higher chance of this becoming more than just a fun week culminating in a one-night stand. Why did that frighten her a bit?

Commitment. That was why. Because if Alarick lived close, then it was possible that after that night, he would want to see her again. And Jolene had spent the entire week under the impression that this would be just another fling. She hardly noticed when their dancing slowed, and they were standing in the middle of the floor. There was something in Al's tone that gave her pause, that made her think he truly believed they would be forced to say goodbye. Whatever the reasoning, he thought their time together would come to an end, and a strange feeling of sadness washed over her. That was what she wanted, right? No strings attached? "Living in the moment," Jolene answered, a smirk finding its way onto her lips. "I like it. Maybe..." she continued, leaning up on her toes so that she could whisper in his ear. "Maybe it is about time that I get out of this dress, don't you think?"

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MadiRaiCat · Feb 19, 2022

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Asher

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There was something about the mystery of Carina's past that drew Asher in. On the surface, she was bubbly, adventurous. From the way she talked, he could tell she had big dreams for her life that probably didn't have anything to do with living in an alternate realm as the queen of an entire kingdom. But there was more there, a darker past hidden away that maybe she longed to escape. Could that escape be found in his home, in the land of eternal fall glow? The Elven Kingdom was built in touch with nature, in the center of a beautiful forest with a natural spring-fed river nearby ending into a crystal blue, clear sea his brother ruled over. The trees themselves were tall, creating a canopy of beautiful oranges, reds, and yellows. Though they were not a chlorophyll green that was expected, they never fell. Such was the magic of the autumnal season, the essence that powered everything within the kingdom.

Seeing the gorgeous standing there in her ethereal gown with his jewels delicately placed around her neck, Asher was hooked. He wanted to make sure that she never experienced that darkness of her past again, was never hurt, and got everything that she could ever possibly want. Carina would be happy, well taken care of, and free to do as she pleased... within the confines of the kingdom anyway. Would she end up hating it, hating him? Asher couldn't be sure, and the thought absolutely scared him. He didn't want her to dislike him. So, by forcing her to the Elven kingdom, could he be dooming them to that fate? The brunette king refused to think about that now. No, instead he wanted to focus on the beautiful woman in his arms, following as he lead them across the dance floor in elegant movement.

"I don't know about incredibly," Asher responded with a charming grin, "Maybe just practiced. It's easy to look good when I have such a gorgeous partner." Out of the corner of his eye, Asher caught sight of his brother, Alarick, twirling around a blonde on the floor as well. They made an interesting pair, and Ash couldn't help but wonder if Al could have possibly met his match. He was sure his other two brothers were around somewhere with dates of their own, but he hadn't seen them that night yet. Soon, they would all be back in their kingdom, planning weddings with their newfound partners, and hopefully living happily ever after. Carina bit her lip as she considered his question, letting him lead them to the steady yet beautiful music. She hummed, adorably in thought, and he wanted to kiss her then and there. But Ash restrained himself, letting her finish.

"See the sea," the Elven king repeated, letting out a light laugh. "You're right, that is fun to say," he agreed with a grin. He knew he could take her there, take her to Adrian's domain and show her the magic that was the ocean. He would be rather uncomfortable. The open water was one of Ash's irrational fears, one that his brothers had openly held over his head for the majority of his life. There was something about the deepness, the darkness, the unending unknown suspended just below his feet at the surface that didn't sit right with him. But none of his fears mattered when it came to Carina. Asher would gladly jump into the deepest pit of open water and stay there if it meant she was happy. "That's a great choice. I would be happy to take you some time. If you'll let me." Maybe it wouldn't be the sea she was considering, but it would still be a sea.

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Desert_Blossom · Mar 22, 2022

Marissa Locke

By the time Marissa realized that Adrian wasn't actually expecting her to take his toast about opening up and being honest to heart, it was too late. She'd already downed a full glass of champagne, which to his credit he'd matched in good humor, and had revealed that she'd lost her husband. His smile disappeared immediately, replaced by a serious expression that his face didn't look like it was used to wearing. Adrian apparently hadn't been prepared for her to make good on the toast quite so literally, which confused Mari. If he wasn't trying to get her to open up tonight, then when was he expecting her to? They only had a few more hours left together before the festival ended and he went back home.

In an attempt to salvage things, the blonde insisted that she didn't want to be a sob story or ruin the night. Meeting his gaze, she held his hand, and her breath, tightly, waiting for the usual look of pity to cross his features. But it didn't. His eyes remained somber, and if anything, almost held a look of understanding that unbalanced Mari. You could never ruin tonight. His reply was simple, but sincere as he squeezed her hand. That foreign feeling of comfort that he so easily offered washed over her again, and she found herself admitting that it was hard for her to be honest with herself. Why she was compelled to keep talking, she didn't know, but she blamed his bright blue eyes and the champagne. He'd cracked her walls, and now her biggest insecurities were spilling out.

While Adrian gave Marissa no reason to believe that he could be easily scared away by her imperfect reality, she was still surprised when he pulled her closer rather than distancing himself like the others in her life eventually had. His arm wrapped around her shoulder as he agreed with her about honesty being the hardest thing. But I've found that once you start to be honest, that's when the true healing begins. The blonde could feel her emotions bubbling up in her, and she had to take a long drink of her champagne to hide the quiver of her lips. Tonight was not the time to try and fix anything or heal. Even if Adrian made it sound so easy.

Luckily, Adrian drained his glass and changed the subject, his eyes glittering with mirth once more as he glanced down at Mari. Tell me something wild that you want to do. It can be anything. The sudden 180 of the conversation took the blonde by surprise, and she nearly choked on the last of her champagne. "Wild?" She echoed, uncertainty lacing her voice.

It had been years since Mari had even considered doing anything that approached being wild. Sure, she'd been the more adventurous and free spirited one between her and James, but tonight was about the most daring thing she'd done since his death. Marissa cast her eyes down demurely, her cheeks flushing once more, not because of a scandalous idea, but rather because she couldn't think of anything. How boring had she become? Here she was, with a man who screamed wild, and -

Suddenly Mari glanced back up, the heat of Adrian's arm around her fueling the idea that had started to take root. Blue eyes fell upon the hand that rested against her arm, and she traced the tattoos that graced his skin until they disappeared beneath the fabric of his suit jacket. "I want to see the rest of your tattoos. All of them..." Marissa finally replied, returning her gaze up to meet Adrian's. Realizing she didn't really want to do something wild, so much as someone wild, an impish smile played on her lips as she recalled the innuendo from their trip around the ferris wheel. He'd seemed willing to show her then, so hopefully that was still the case.

The blonde woman took the empty glass from Adrian's other hand, and placed it on a passing tray with her own, before she turned back to him. Feeling more steady when it came to flirting with Adrian than being vulnerable with him, she slipped her arms around his abdomen and leaned forward against his muscular chest. "Unless you'd prefer to keep waltzing instead?" She queried, tipping her head back to look up at the tatted man.

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Desert_Blossom · Mar 22, 2022

Alarick Vernon

While his toes appreciated not being crunched beneath Jolene's heels, Alarick was perhaps a bit disappointed that his dance partner had made it through the dance without stepping on him. His curiosity would have to wait until another dance with the Southern Belle, which would surely occur more regularly once they were back in his Kingdom. Especially since there were not only balls in his own land to attend, but those of his three brothers as well. He'd been able to avoid most, if not all dancing over the past fifty or so years since his last wife had passed away, but now that he would have a new queen by his side, he'd no longer be able to be whatever the male version of a wallflower was. Though, to be honest, he spent less time standing against the wall, as he did lingering beside the bar.

The uncertainty that his reply about taking Jo home and getting her out of her dress elicited did not go unnoticed, but it did go unmentioned. This part of the evening was always the most tedious, and even after centuries, he'd yet to find a fool proof way of getting his bride back to the kingdom without tipping her off. And Al really wanted to have at least one passionate night with Jolene before she hated him. Sure, he could take her back to a hotel first, but the werewolf didn't underestimate Jolene's ability to somehow sneak out once she'd lulled him into a sense of security after their love making. The blonde didn't give the impression that she stuck around very long for pillow talk or needed to wake up in the arms of any man.

This year, he'd hidden the portal back to his kingdom in the bedroom doorway of something called an airbnb, which just looked like a regular house to him that he happened to be allowed to borrow for the night. While his castle back home was hardly decorated in a modern style, he'd done his best to have one of the smallest spare rooms done up as close to the earthly homes of the 21st century as possible. His hope was to seamlessly pass through the portal from Maple Grove to the Spring Kingdom without Jo noticing. As long as he could keep her from looking out the window, or leaving the room for a few hours, his plan had the potential of succeeding. Of course, deceiving his bride to be never gave him the best of feelings, so he tried to force his plot as far from his mind as possible. Until the time came.

Maybe it is about time that I get out of this dress, don't you think? And apparently that time was fast at hand. Jolene's whispered words burned into Al's core, his hold on her hips tightening as she stood on her toes to reach his ear. He was thankful that the blonde didn't have as keen of hearing as him, because his heart began to beat quickly in anticipation. This was the moment 100 years in the making, or so he thought. In reality, this moment was actually a lifetime in the making, the King of Spring just didn't know it yet.

Alarick breathed in the scent of Jo's hair for a second, relishing this moment so he didn't appear too eager to whisk her out of the ballroom. Turning his head, his hand left her hip to find her chin instead, and he tipped it up to him. "I do indeed..." He replied, his voice low and soft. He leaned down a few inches, capturing her painted lips with his to seal the deal, before grinning and taking her hand in his. Leading Jolene from the dance floor where they'd been immobile for the past few moments, he made his way towards the exit. He'd found himself following after Jolene for most of the week, but this time the tables had turned. Passing by his brother Arthur and his petite intended, Al smirked a little, giving the former a slight nod in both greeting and goodbye.

"I'm staying at a house nearby, it's close enough to walk, though..." Alarick glanced down to where Jolene's heel-clad feet were hidden beneath the fabric of her dress, "we can find a ride if you'd prefer?" He mused, glancing back at Jo, unable to keep the grin off his face.

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_amaranth_ · Mar 31, 2022

Carina Hawthorn

This was truly the first ball Carina had ever gone to. She was never invited to her junior or senior prom, any homecoming dances, nothing. Back then, she was the weird kid without parents, the resident orphan who preferred the company of books to real people and no one wanted to be associated with that. And Cari didn’t even mind. Since she never went to any dance, she had no idea what she was missing until people talked about it. Beautiful gowns, delicate corsages, slow dancing under the colorful artificial lights in the school gym, possible first kisses even… That was all Cari never really had and at one point, she realized that maybe, just maybe there was more to life than just books and hiding from the workers in the foster home. That was exactly the reason why she ran as fast as she could when she had the chance and the world opened to her.

Now she was one of the girls in the gowns. Her own attire was a little different from what the other ladies wore but it screamed her name. It was light and very fairy-like and the necklace Asher had given her was the perfect complement to the whole look. Freedom was flowing through her veins and the fact that she could now do whatever she wanted, go wherever she desired with whomever she chose, it was priceless. Her current partner was the definition of perfection in Cari’s book and she leaned more into Asher as he led her across the dance floor, making her feel weightless. The shade of pink covering her cheeks was becoming deeper the more he talked, especially after he called her gorgeous. Thankfully, he distracted her a little with his question and she told him, in her own way, how much she wanted to visit the sea, stand on the beach with sand between her toes and gaze to the distance.

For a moment, she felt a little awkward to be so excited about the simple phrase but once Asher admitted it was indeed fun to say, she relaxed. So far, Ash seemed to like everything about her and to the redhead, it was a little strange. Flattering and alluring, but strange. Who would like a weirdo like her? Why would he like her? Insecurities were starting to eat at her and she shivered a little. And then he took her breath away once again. “That's a great choice. I would be happy to take you some time. If you'll let me.” Ash stated and Cari’s eyes opened wide as saucers. “You would…” she whispered in awe, literally freezing in place. Couples still danced around them but Carina couldn’t move as the pleasant shock was coursing through her veins. “Yes!” she exclaimed excitedly, not caring about the future. The girl lived at present, enjoyed the moment as it was. “I would love to. It would be so magical! Oh, Ash, I wish… I wish we could go now!” she sighed, throwing her arms around his neck as she hid her dreamy gaze in his chest.

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_amaranth_ · Mar 31, 2022

Arthur Donnovan

Being a married man stopped being exciting for Arthur literal centuries ago. For the very first time when he selected his wife, he was just a young vampire, he was excited to go and chose a woman to become his for eternity and rule by his side, become his version of the Snow Queen. The prophecy was floating in his head and he was nothing if not naive when he thought that the first woman to become Mrs. Arthur Donnovan would be THE ONE. His very first marriage was a royal failure and the woman ended up hating his guts. She would spend her days locked in her room, barely ate, barely came out and faded away really fast. Arthur was extremely unhappy as he realized that he had over fifty years to spend in solitude but went on the hunt for his next wife with the same excitement. Every hundred years though, this joy was slowly turning into bitterness until he became rather indifferent. He came to the real world and chose a girl to marry only to keep the cycle going. Every next girl was just another face in the crowd. Until Victoria.

When Art saw the blonde for the first time, something moved inside him. A part of him truly wanted to believe that this time he found her but the rational reserved part of him prevailed. However, he still pursued her and chose her to become his next one in the line of wives. And now, she was on his arm, wearing his jewels wrapped around the pale neck and her glimmering eyes were set on him. Just as he wanted it to be. He never wanted to fight her father, it just happened. But it also turned out to be another brownie point in his account because now the girl truly considered him her hero. The perfect foundation for what was about to happen later at night. The couple drank some champagne, they even danced and since this was Tori’s last night in this world, he wanted her to have fun, to enjoy herself and choose whatever she wanted to do. Anything was on the list.

"Be careful there, Arthur. You might end up running naked through this entire party." she joked, making Arthur’s lips curl in a playful smirk. “I don’t think that’s going to happen.” he winked and looked deep in her eyes when she asked him what he wanted to do. That smirk on his face only widened and he placed his hands on her hips. “What I want to do…” he hummed, leaning closer to her ear. “...cannot be done here, my dear.” he finished his sentence in whispers. Art was aware how his statement sounded but that was also rather intentional. He would leave it upon the girl how she’d understand it and pulled away to inspect her face and reactions. If she chose wisely, they would be in his kingdom in no time and there would be no going back. At least not for her. “Of course, we can always stay here and enjoy the party your father had prepared.” he then added, using her father on purpose to add a little oil to the fire.

mood; sneaky| location; ball| outfit; click! | tags; Tori, (

apolla )

the vampire king

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apolla · Mar 31, 2022

VICTORIA ZABIELSKI

Outfit: Click & click! | Mood: womanly | Tags: Art (

Tori had grown up practically in the spotlight one way or another, and she was used to attention from others. But she absolutely was not used to the attention that Art was giving her, and she'd spent almost all week trying to figure out what it was about Art that was different. Sure, he was a few years older than her, but could that really be it? She'd flirted with older men before, and even when they'd flirted back, they hadn't made her feel half as excited as she felt when Art did something simple like place his finger under her chin to lift her head. Her heart pounded behind her ribs and blood rushed through her ears, almost blocking out the sound of the part entirely.

She teased him about running naked through the party, and thankfully, he took the teasing in stride. She laughed again as he winked down at her, and she forced her lips into a pout. "Pity." She told him, her eyes dipping to drink in his form again, like she'd done countless times over the last few days. Not being able to see him yesterday had really made her want him even more, and though it hadn't been on purpose, she wondered if it had simply been fate. It sounded silly, but at the same time, Tori had always been a dreamer. She'd always wanted something bigger than this life, and if Art was the one to give it to her, why wouldn't she embrace it? She'd be a fool not to take the opportunity life was giving her. Maybe, just maybe, she could even go with him when he left town.

“What I want to do… cannot be done here, my dear.” Art's voice in her ear caused a shiver to wrack its way down her spine, her grip on his shoulders tightening. Her lips parted, her eyes widened, and there were a few other effects that his voice had on her body that made her look up at him with want in her eyes. "Pity." She repeated, her brain shortwiring, unable to think of anything else to say. Who was this man who shook her to the core like this? Victoria was never the type to stumble over her words, to forget them entirely, but yet here she was doing just that and more. "I want to go." She said suddenly, her voice steady despite faltering only a few moments ago. "Home. With you." Clearly, her place wasn't an option, but he had to have somewhere they could go. "Take me."

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apolla · Mar 31, 2022

ADRIAN BECK

Outfit: Click! | Mood: thrilled | Tags: Mari (

Adrian hadn't been expecting Marissa to actually open up to him so soon, but he was glad she did. He wanted her to know that he would be there for her through anything, and that she could talk to him about anything. He hated that she'd experienced such heartbreak, but he also knew that there was still beauty in this world, and in the one he shared with his brothers. She would get to experience it, too-- and he just hoped that she didn't close herself off to it the same way she'd tried to close herself off to him. Even though Adrian had a way of getting to people, of getting under their skin, he'd had more than one wife who refused everything he tried to do.

Hearing the uncertainty in Mari's voice, Adrian's wide grin returned, the seriousness gone from his expression. "Wild." He repeated, his eyes widening at the single word, excitement glimmering in them. She glanced down, and he saw the flush that appeared on her cheeks, but he waited, knowing she would come up with something. If not, well then, they'd just play it by ear. But sure enough, she suddenly glanced back up, and he watched her trace the tattoos on his arms, and he was sure he knew where she was going. Still, the words coming from her surprised him, the impish smile on her own lips adding fuel to the fire. She gently took the now empty glass from his hands and his free hands now encircled her small waist, holding her close as she pressed herself against him.

"We can waltz anytime." He promised, not caring about who was watching as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. This time, the kiss itself was wild, even more passionate than before. His hands pressed against her back, keeping her there against him as he held her close. There was so much promise in that single action, promises she wasn't even aware of yet. "Come on." He whispered against her lips, hating that he had to pull away. But only to lead her out of this place, towards where his own portal resided. He wasn't sure where his brothers had placed theirs, but Adrian hadn't planned anything extravagant ahead because he just wasn't that type of guy. A planner? Nah, not one bit. He led Mari outside, tugging her away from the doorway towards where he'd waited for her earlier. But he even passed that area, leading her towards the lake that was mostly clad in darkness now. "You said you wanted to see my tattoos." He rumbled, turning towards her. Pressing another kiss to her lips, he pulled away a moment later and started backing towards the water, his hands undoing his suit as he moved. Before long, the jacket fell off, followed by the tie and then his shirt. "You have to join me in the water if you do, Mari." He winked at her before he turned and ran, jumping in.

coded by natasha.

MadiRaiCat · Apr 9, 2022

location

gala -> spring kingdom

mentions

Arthur (

_amaranth_ ), Victoria (

apolla )

interactions

Alarick (

outfit

Jolene

werewolf bride

Sun streamed in through the window, only slightly filtered by a set of blinds and a pair of sheer light green curtains. The birds sang the song of their people just outside the window, in the branches of a large maple tree that grew close to the house. Other than their chirps and the soft breathing of the two bodies occupying the large bed. Jolene's hazel eyes slowly blinked open, filled with slight annoyance that the birds had awoken her. There was a dull ache in her head, she assumed from the alcohol she had drunk the night before. But, the werewolf bride would soon learn that her body was changing, she was changing. Something inside her that had lain dormant for her entire life had become activated by her visit to Alarick's homeland. Maybe it would finally be her chance to learn about her parents and where she truly came from. But at that moment, the blonde bounty hunter had no idea of the adventure that lie before her. Only time would tell. Jolene looked around the room, taking everything in for a moment as she remembered the night before.

She had followed Alarick towards the front doors of the gala, passing by Victoria as she went. It seems her young friend had found a man of her own for the evening, one that Jo recognized as Al's brother from the previous meeting. From the way it looked, they would both have quite a memorable evening. Pulled from her thoughts by Al's voice, she had turned her attention toward her ruggedly handsome date. "It's such a nice night," the blonde responded as they stepped out into the evening air. She glanced at the sky, smiling uncharacteristically softly at the twinkling stars. Pausing for a moment, she turned her attention back to Alarick and continued, "I think it would be nice to walk." Without waiting for him to respond, she slipped out of her heels, carrying them with two fingers as her bare feet touched the cool concrete. After spending her childhood in a small Southern town, she was used to getting a bit dirty. Jolene remembered that she let Alarick lead her away from the gala, a man who was essentially still a stranger. But she didn't care. They approached a house not too far away, as he promised, and she briefly wondered how she had never run into him in town before. But that thought was gone as quickly as it arrived.

Nearly as soon as they crossed the threshold, her lips were on his. She had waited the entire week for that night, she wasn't about to wait any longer. Somehow, they ended up in the bedroom, and it wasn't long before their clothes were scattered, forgotten until the next morning. Jo peered across the room where her dress had been tossed. She most certainly wasn't going to walk-of-shame home in that. Instead, she slipped from beneath the covers, picking up and putting on other items as she found them. In a moment's decision, she grabbed Al's button-down shirt and put it on, satisfied that it reached mid-thigh. After searching for several moments, however, she couldn't find her clutch, which held her keys, cell phone, and wallet. The plan had always been to sneak out without a trace, but it didn't seem as though that would be possible. Letting out a nearly silent frustrated sigh, Jolene had no choice but to do what she wanted to avoid. Pacing over to where Alarick still lay sleeping, she crouched so that her face was level with his. "Alarick," she murmured, reaching out to shake him slightly in the hopes of awaking him, "This has been fun and everything. I had a great time last night. But it's about time I get going. Do you know where my purse is?"

nine lives

MadiRaiCat · Apr 9, 2022

location

kitchen of the fall palace

mentions

Carina (

_amaranth_ ).

interactions

None.

outfit

Asher

elf king

Asher sat in the kitchen of his palace, already dreading that day. He knew what was about to happen, had been through it several times before. But that never made it any easier. Just like all wives eventually died and left him, there was a period at the very beginning when all despised him. The amount of time they spent in that realm varied. Some had been more open to the change while others tried to fight and claw their way out. But in the end, all eventually came to terms with their new life, and him as their husband. They didn't have a choice. The Kings of the Seasons were required to have wives to maintain the balance of the Earth. It was a stupid rule, one that he was sure their mother had put into place so that they were constantly searching for their elusive soul mate. They were never told when to expect her, only that they would one day find her. For the immortal kings, that almost seemed like torture. So much so, that it wasn't that much of a surprise to Asher that a few of his brothers might have already given up hope. He nearly had several times himself. But he couldn't, it just wasn't in him.

Staring into his mug of nearly black coffee, Asher contemplated for a moment more as he took a sip of the bitter liquid. Maybe this time would be different. Maybe Carina would welcome the change, and be excited to live in a land as glorious and beautiful as his kingdom. She would accept it, knowing that she would never have to want or need for anything, that she could have everything she had ever wanted and more. Sure, it came at a price, that she couldn't leave, at least not without him nearby. But she seemed to like him, from what he could tell in the time they spent together. Hell, he already had feelings developing for her, as much as he might wish he didn't because it only made things that much harder when they went sour. The night before had certainly been magical, though he felt bad that he had lied to her. Cari had said she wished they could go to the sea right then and there. And Ash, almost on instinct, saw an opening, a way to get her to come home with him.

"Well, let's go then," he answered with a grin. He took Cari's hand and led her outside, nodding to the valet to bring a car around for them. Little did either of them know that his car was special, enchanted to pass through dimensions from the mortal realm into his kingdom. It looked normal in Maple Grove. But as soon as the car door was shut behind Cari, a hint of elven magic would lull her into a deep slumber. One she wouldn't wake up from until the following morning when she was already safe in his palace. Seeing the sea wasn't a total lie. His lands did border the crystal blue waters of the Summer Kingdom, and he would happily take her there as long as he didn't have to go into the water. He had placed Cari in a guest bedroom, one that had been specifically decorated and designed with her interests and likes in mind. At least the one's he knew about anyway. And so Asher would stay at that kitchen table, nervous and caffeinating until his queen finally awoke. They had a lot to talk about.

nine lives

Desert_Blossom · Apr 12, 2022

Marissa Locke

A warm breeze and the rythmic sound of crashing waves welcomed Marissa Locke as sleep loosened its hold on her, and a soft, satisfied sigh escaped her slightly parted lips. Mornings weren't usually kind to the woman who had to face each day alone, but this one felt different. She felt different. It was as if she was waking up after sleeping for 25 years, well rested and with a new energy. For a few moments, Mari enjoyed the serene feeling and sound of the ocean, figuring that she must have forgotten to set a timer on her sleep sounds app. Only when the blonde finally stretched out her arms, did her eyes flutter open as her fingers brushed a warm body.

For a split second, Marissa imagined James beside her, and she turned her head, already bracing herself for the disappointment that always came when she found herself with someone other than her late husband. But as her blue gaze fell upon Adrian's sleeping form, that feeling of disappointment never came. Memories of last night began to bubble to the surface, chasing away any melancholy that typically greeted her after a one night stand. Recalling the tatted man's passionate kisses and their wild dip in the lake, Mari smiled to herself as she brushed some hair from his face. The warm feeling he gave her was once again settling in, and she wanted to capture more of it.

Just as the blonde had made up her mind to move closer to the handsome man and try to steal a little more sleep, a peculiar recollection from last night surfaced. After Adrian had jumped into the water, beckoning Marissa to join him if she wanted to see his tattoos, the blonde had slipped out of her dress and waded into the lake as well. She'd had more fun than she'd had in a long time as they'd enjoyed each other's company in the privacy of the lake, before Adrian had pulled her under the water. At first, Marissa had just thought he was being playful, but then he motioned for her to follow him as he swam towards a strange light. Things got hazy from there, but the last thing Marissa could remember was seeing him suddenly grow a fin where his legs had been!

Of course the young woman knew that mermaids were just fantasy, but the memory seemed so vivid and real that she studied Adrian for a moment, contemplating her sanity. She was being absolutely ridiculous, but that didn't stop her from lifting the covers and glancing down long enough to confirm that two muscular and completely inked legs were attached to her bed partner's hips. A slight blush warmed Mari's cheeks as she let the sheet fall back against the mattress, and she shook her head a little. She must have had more champagne than she thought, because in addition to wild dreams, she couldn't remember how exactly she'd ended up here. Wherever here was.

Propping herself up on her elbows, Marissa took in her surroundings. This definitely wasn't a normal bedroom. It was far too grand, and ornate and... well, the furniture didn't exactly look like it belonged in the 21st century. Noticing the large open windows near the balcony, Marissa decided to forego cuddling with Adrian a bit longer, as enticing as it was, and let her curiosity get the best of her. Realizing that her gown must still be lying on the lakefront- her sister would kill her- Marissa grabbed a nearby throw blanket to wrap around herself instead. Not wanting to wake Adrian, she slipped quietly from the bed and padded over to the window, leaning out a little to try to establish where she was in Maple Grove. Only... she clearly wasn't in Maple Grove anymore.

The first whisper of panic began to make Mari's heart quicken in her chest as she surveyed the vast ocean stretching before her. From what she could tell, she was in some kind of seaside palace, and not one of the modern ones that developers were building in the upscale areas of Maine. This castle looked like it had stood the test of time, and as far as she was aware, wasn't anything that would exist in the U.S. Surely she couldn't have had that much champagne that she'd agreed to fly to another country without remembering any of the flight? Before Mari could ponder that line of thought any further, figures in the water a few stories below caught her eye. Figures with... fins!

Marissa gasped, covering her mouth with her hand to hold in any further cries of confusion. She tried to reason that maybe she was hallucinating or dreaming, but the longer she stared at the merpeople, who were now starting to notice her up in the window as well, the more horrified she was to admit they could be real. Blue eyes widened at that realization, and Mari turned her attention back to Adrian. No longer worried about waking him up, the blonde woman ran over to the bed and grabbed all the covers in her free hand, tearing them completely from the mattress. She wanted to be absolutely sure that Adrian wasn't hiding a fin beneath and didn't care about the rude awakening it would cause. To her relief, he definitely still had legs, but this was little consolation at this point.

"Explain!" Marissa demanded, unable to formulate the onslaught of questions filling her head into anything more than that simple word. The blonde woman's chest was rising and falling quickly as feelings of anger, fear and vulnerability battled for dominance, downing out her happiness from minutes earlier. The abrupt and drastic change in her feelings towards the man before her was difficult to reconcile, and the familiar pain of heartbreak began to rear its ugly head. “Now! Or I’ll scream.”

Serene> Confused

Adrian’s Kingdom