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[Autumn_Leaf]

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Yeva Petryk

❛ The Rat ❜

Yeva offered a closed-eye smile, the kind that looked borrowed from a dream. Her arms stayed tucked at her sides, hands cradling the glass of wine like a secret. “Say the word, and I will do my best,” her voice hummed, trailing off like smoke. “The beautiful thing about this dance—hushes the rest of the world. Makes room for mischief, if that is your flavor, da?” A quiet, disarming giggle followed, soft as snowfall yet edged with something else.

Mischief. It rolled through her mind like a stone skipped across a dark lake. Sam’s pulse still called to her, steady and tempting—a siren drum beneath skin. But another memory caught her before instinct could claim her: the first time she’d been caught breaking things that weren’t hers. Wine bottles, mostly. The shatter was divine.

There’d been a release in that. A sound that sliced through the silence of her childhood home like a scream in a chapel. Something sacrilegious. It wasn’t about the wine. It was about the rebellion—about saying fuck you with jagged edges. Their parents’ fury had been expected. Their disappointment? Deliciously underwhelming.

Sam stirred something similar—primal, volatile. Hunger clawed at her ribs, tight and pulsing, a punishment she had only herself to blame for. She’d gone too long without feeding. But feeding blurred her. Made her forget who she was beneath the craving. And yet… there was also the inexplicable urge to warn Sam. To whisper run. Not just from her, but from all of this—from velvet-cloaked pretense and honey-dipped threats. But those instincts weren’t winning tonight. Not yet.

“I miss?” Yeva echoed, thoughtfully, her fingers brushing her chin in a gesture too controlled to be idle. “Mm… the neighbors. The chatter. Someone borrowing sugar, never returning it.” A wry smile crept across her lips. “The small things, da? The common folk.” She let her gaze drift lazily across the crowd, as if searching for ghosts among the living.

“Out here, unless you’re fond of bears or the occasional desperate poet, there is not much company,” she said, voice light but laced with something just a touch too tired to be flirtatious. “I stay because the city… no longer fits. Like coat too tight in the shoulders. Ta take sobi.” She gave a small shrug, the kind that held entire stories beneath it.

She didn’t elaborate. She didn’t need to.

Instead, she tilted her head just slightly, studying Sam now, not like prey—but like a painting hung in the wrong gallery. Beautiful. Out of place. Curious. “you,” she said softly, “you wear curiosity like perfume. It clings.” Her eyes glinted with something unreadable. “You should be careful where you let it linger.” The smile she wore was gentle, almost sweet. The kind you give before lighting the match. It wasn’t a threat—just a truth, softly spoken.


[Ta take sobi=That's the way it is]

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

CODE BY SEROBLISS

Aelius Alex Winters

Drawing Stereo Hearts

Aelius held back from rolling his eyes. "It's a common thing in poetry, of course it sounds weird. You probably never hear of the thing. It's a shame such interest isn't shared between us," He said-as if to guilt the lady. It wasn't part of poetry, oh dear god, it was a bit of a lie. He was trying to mist her mind with the old language of fairy tales. "You haven't been here for quite a long time to think it's not normal here. I must be formal, it's a ball anyways." He pointed out.

He hid a stiffen, Clara? What a sore name. He could count how many victims he had underneath his arms going around the same thing. Sometimes it was spelled differently, other times just the basic C-L-A-R-A. "Simple is supreme, I suppose." He said his thoughts aloud. Clara had flushed, and if she was thinking what he was thinking, he needed to make her laugh a bit more. It was interesting to hear someone so close to him let out such a genuine noise. Aelius' thoughts were twisting and bending with each passing second he spent besides her.

"What do you do for a living then? Are you a wild person, or someone who would rather be asked than ask herself?" The clock was ticking, time going by, and he had to time this just right. Their dance was nearing an end, only a few spins rolling the madam around occasionally. Clara had yet to learn just how much Aelius was faking everything. If he could, he might just tear her apart. It's harsh, but she radiated absolute ignorance. If only he could learn her better...

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[2amSnow]

Something seemed calm and serene about the image of Yeva lending sugar to a neighbor, though Sam couldn't help but wonder how exactly the presumably rich, heavily pierced and tattooed girl fit in amongst the "common folk". She wondered other things about her but she kept it to herself. Yeva's voice had cut through to interrupt her thoughts anyway, clean and soft, like silk over a blade. Sam didn’t trust her. Especially after Yeva's words gave her something, that if she were smarter, Sam would have taken as a warning.

Instead it intrigued her. Only made that curiosity inside her grow bigger, louder---harder to ignore.

“That smile of yours,” Sam murmured, eyes lingering for a moment too long. “Looks like it comes with a warning label.” She didn’t move closer—yet. She smirked at the dark haired woman and that carefully poised mask began to slip. "That's what clings." Maybe it was the wine that was making her bold, or maybe it was being in this new place, no expectations over how she was supposed to act. Either way, she hadn't come expecting to meet anybody. But hey, she figured the possibility of a potential hook up in Scotland wouldn't be the worst thing before heading back to the states. . .

“You ever wreck something just because it was too perfect?” Her gaze dropped to Yeva’s mouth, then back up, slower this time. “Not because you wanted to ruin it—just to see if it could survive the fallout.”

There was danger in her, sure. But Sam wasn’t just sensing it. She was mirroring it. Recognizing it. Something about Yeva felt familiar, yet she couldn't have been more of a stranger. She took another sip, letting her eyes stay hooked on the darker ones in front of her. "Well you kind of look like a dare."

Yeva hadn’t looked away. It was steady and unsettling and—somehow—reassuring.

“I don’t know what kind of trouble you think I’m looking for,” Sam said, voice dropping a register, “but you’re doing a pretty good job pretending it looks like you.” Then, she finished off her glass and set it down on a table near them before she offered one last smile to Yeva.

"Out of wine." She shrugged, clicking her tongue and rolling her eyes. Then, letting the click of her black heels signal her departure from the other woman, she walked away, her long copper waves swaying with every step. But some stupid part of her hoped a certain Ukrainian she'd just met would follow her to the bar.

 

[apolla]

It seemed like Lucy wasn't the only clumsy person at the party, or at the very least, she wasn't the only person out of her element. Really, dressing up and pretending to be somebody fancy was not her forte. Not unless she was playing make believe with somebody, and that wasn't even something she'd done in... years. She didn't have any younger siblings to do so with, and with how busy she normally was, she didn't even babysit for the folks around her town anymore like she had when she was younger. Currently, the blonde always seemed to be at home when she wasn't at work, cleaning or cooking or straightening something. It was monotonous, but it was always a routine.

And being out of her routine now, it did make her feel a little better to meet a soul semi like hers in Tobias. And the tall, stunning woman that she'd run into ititially seemed nice enough. She hadn't cursed Lucy to hell for running into her, so that was something. "Definitely something in the air tonight." Lucy nodded, a somewhat anxious laugh leaving her as well. "Or... maybe in the drinks. You could be on to something there." She lifted what was left of hers as she agreed with Ciara, taking the napkins offered to dab at the wet spots on her dress. "Oh, well. It's just a dress." Ever patient and the type to see the silver lining in just about everything, Lucy downed the small amount of champagne left in her glass before she set it to the side, tucking the dirty napkins inside. At least it wasn't that much of a mess.

"Nice to meet you as well, Ciara." Lucy turned back to them, tipping her head to the side at Ciara's question. "Is there a reason?" She asked, frowning slightly as she thought back to her invitation. She didn't recall it saying there was a purpose for the party, such as a birthday or anything. "Honestly... some people just have more money than they know what to do with. Maybe this is somebody's way of giving back." Of course, there were probably better ways, but who was Lucy to say what someone else did with their bank account? Still, Ciara's question pricked at something within Lucy, and she couldn't help but chew on the inside of her cheek as she replayed the question over in her mind. Quiet for another moment before her gaze landed on Ciara again, an almost playful gleam in hers. "Or maybe we could try and find out? What do you think?"

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Wait, had he just called her name simple? But before she could really react to that Aelius spoke up again.

"What do you do for a living then? Are you a wild person, or someone who would rather be asked than ask herself?"

The first question he asked was pretty normal, but the second one seemed a bit odd. "No, I'm definitely not the wild type," Clara said with an awkward laugh. "Not that adventurous either. In fact, I almost didn't even come here. But in the end, my friends convinced me to do it." Clara relaxed a little, and her awkwardness faded. "Plus....I did want to come, and honestly, I'm glad I stepped out of my comfort zone for once." Clara said as she gave him a genuine smile. "I'm honestly stunned I haven't tripped over my own two feet yet," Clara said with a small laugh. "Well, I'm actually still in school, but I'm an artist." Clara's eyes lit up as she continued. "In fact, coming to this ball has given me so many ideas. I'll probably be up all night sketching them out." Clara studied Aelius face for a moment, suddenly there seemed to be a spark in her eyes. "Hey, you think I could do a painting of you?" Art was one way to get Clara talking without any of her usual shyness or awkwardness that and throughout the night, she had been feeling more comfortable around him, but now her mind was in total creative mode, and she really had the desire to paint the guy.

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[Autumn_Leaf]

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  The Castle
  

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  An Attempt
  

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  2amSnow

code by opaline

Yeva Petryk

❛ The Rat ❜

It was like watching porcelain crack, hairline fractures exposing the truth beneath a glossy surface. Just a glimpse, just enough to make you lean closer, nose nearly touching the glass, taunted by the quiet thrill of what you shouldn’t see. Yeva raised a single brow, her smile unshaken, perfectly still like it had been painted on. She sipped her wine without breaking eye contact, eyes locked on Sam like a blade balanced on the edge of curiosity. Dare, she said.

How Funny.

Yeva scoffed, a soft sound, followed by an almost delicate giggle, the kind that didn’t quite match the sharp glint in her eye. A dare. Sam’s entire existence here was a dare. To accept an invitation to this kind of ball. To waltz in alone, wrapped in blue silk, into the den of monsters with nothing but nerve and a smile. Prey weaving through predators unknown, like it was a game. Admirable, in the most beautifully foolish way.

“Pretend?” Yeva echoed, amusement curling in her tone like smoke. It came out bright, cheerful even, like she’d just been told a charming lie. Because maybe she was pretending, just a little. But the real question wasn’t if the mask was real. It was who she wore it for. Them... or herself. Compared to her siblings, she was the soft one, the safe one. But she carried the same weight in her bones, the same teeth under silk.

Then Sam walked away. And for a moment, Yeva just stood there, watching the sway of that copper hair and the effortless strut of someone who knew they’d left a fire behind them. Her blue dress shimmered with every step like the flicker of temptation itself. Was this a game? Was she being played? Her face heated. And before she knew it, Yeva was smiling… no, grinning, fangs just beginning to peak beneath that red-painted mouth. The laugh that slipped out of her was light, airy, almost... wrong. Something wicked wrapped in glee. "Tsya zhinka zanadto myla, shchob buty takoyu smilyvoyu." she murmured to herself, giggling through the last word like a girl telling secrets to the night. Then a breath. A whisper. "Todi dobre."

She set her empty glass down, weaving through the crowd like a shadow kissed by candlelight. That feline glide, hips swaying, posture poised, everything about her read as effortless, but every step was a choice. Hunger, maybe. Curiosity, definitely. Or something older. Something clawing at the inside of her ribs. Yeva reached the bar and settled in beside Sam, close enough for shoulders to nearly brush, for the heat between them to breathe. “I think maybe you are looking for trouble,” she said, voice low, molten, that Slavic accent curling around her words like velvet over a blade. “But only the kind that asks your name first, da?”

A flick of her fingers was all it took. No words exchanged. The bartender knew better. In seconds, another glass of red, deep and dark as blood, was placed in her hand like a gift. She didn’t look at it. She looked at Sam. “Is it just you?” she asked, one brow raised as her lips curled around the rim of her glass, “No friends waiting in the shadows? No backup in case the girl at the bar bites back?” She sipped and smiled.

[Tsya zhinka zanadto myla, shchob buty takoyu smilyvoyu = This woman is too sweet to be so bold.]
[Todi dobre = then good]

 

[Peckinou]

Qinvell Vinskelta
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Qinvell was proud of her successful ambush on Yeva, it had such a lovely execution and there was no telling how long she planned to hold Yeva hostage, more than likely it would be until she got bored. Qin knew that Yeva wouldn't like her little plan one bit, as she made a futile escape attempt by trying to wiggle out of her grasp, something Qinvell refused to let happen as she only increased her smug smile as she tried, until she finally gave up. Qin listened to Yeva explain her wish for fresh air, something she had thankfully prevented by trapping her in her clutches before she then explained how she hasn't fed in a while. "Oh." was the only response she gave, if her face could get any more smug then it would of but sadly she couldn't but before she could say something else what Yeva said next left her stunned. "A new diet? Just wha-" before she could even finish her sentence what Yeva said next made Qin freeze in her tracks, as the tables have turned against her. When Yeva pushed her fangs against her skin Qin quickly jumped away in shocked surprise as her smug expression was quickly wiped off her face. Yeva had used that opportunity to escape and Qin didn't even bother to follow her as she muttered "Crafty little girl.".

Alek then grabbed her attention as her talked about how his outfit was all the Rage in America, something that made Qin roll her eyes as she said "Stooping as low to American fashion sense, wonderful." She then waved him off as he departed before soon going inside herself after recuperating herself, now wanting to find a new form of entertainment since Yeva managed to escape her grasp. The dancefloor was wide and there were many guests that she could interact with, the main question was which one was actually interesting enough to play with, it seemed she would just have to search and find out. Taking to the floor, she had opted to speak with many of the guests a majority of whom she only interacted with for a short period of time not finding them interesting enough, it was starting to get a bit boring. But just as she was striking a conversation with a somewhat interesting fellow, Qin had caught scent of such a lovely aroma. She couldn't help herself but excuse herself from the conversation with the young man she was speaking with, and with a wave of her hand she was off following the scent that led her to such a lovely duo.

They seemed to have been wrapped up in their own little conversation, not that Qinvell minded all that much, one way or another she wanted to obtain her little prize. So she approached the two nonchalantly putting on a winning smile as she approached them opting to greet them in her native language "Guten Tag, meine freunde." she then gave them both a tip of the hat bow despite having no hat, but she did opt to pretend as if she did have one before switching back to English. "I must say it's so wonderful to meet such lovely company." she gave them a winning smile before adding "But oh where are my manners, my name is Qinvell it is very much an honor to make both of your acquaintances." as she said that she approached the lovely girl with black hair and such a divine scent that made her want to pounce on her. But Qin had enough willpower to hold herself back, as it would be bad manners to pounce on someone without first being acquainted with them. Instead Qin had taken the womans hand and placing a kiss on its back, and using the opportunity to take in the lovely aroma that for a few seconds before pulling her head up and giving the woman a low smirk as she lifted her head to look her in the eyes "Especially you my frau, I must say of all the people that I acquainted myself with today you are by far the most Enchanting." Qinvell wanted her, of all the people she seen today, this luxurious woman was a must have for her.

 

[Autumn_Leaf]

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Hugo Marques

❛ Dog ❜

It was a gamble being here.

The long-haired brunette stood just shy of the main doors, rooted in place like a nervous ghost on the edge of a party he wasn’t sure he was invited to. People flowed in and out like it was nothing, all polished shoes, practiced laughter, and expensive perfumes. Meanwhile, his face was flushed a frustrated shade of red as he tugged again at his tie. Too tight? Too crooked? No, just a poor excuse to keep his hands busy while the nerves gnawed at him.

Michael bailed on me, and this was the next best thing. You need connections, right? The thought looped through his mind like a broken record, while his hazel eyes darted from one guest to another, desperately scanning for something, someone, familiar. But no dice. Just strangers dressed in confidence and silk. Oh god, he winced internally, who do I think I am? These people want fine art, not some over-caffeinated student’s midnight crisis on canvas. His boots shuffled an inch forward, then back, like even his feet couldn’t decide if they had the right to be there.

Hugo looked the part, sharp suit, clean lines, hair tied back just enough to seem effortless, but he didn’t feel it. Not in the slightest. His heart thumped hard in his chest, wild and uneven, as he stared down the threshold of a world that felt completely foreign. Fancy balls? Champagne chatter? It wasn’t his scene. Hell, the invitation itself had been a mystery; “James and Aine,” whoever they were, apparently thought he belonged here. Maybe someone caught his piece at the student gallery and passed his name along. Maybe it was a mistake. And yet here he was. Because when every plan for the night fell apart, when Michael ghosted and Hugo had exhausted every half-baked excuse to just stay home… something pushed him out the door. A flicker of bravery. Or sheer desperation. He wasn’t sure. He’d told himself he wanted more. More than late nights alone in the studio. More than lingering in safe, familiar corners. If he wanted a life outside the tiny circle he’d drawn around himself, this was the way to do it.

“This does not feel like the way to do it... I don’t know a single soul here,” he mumbled under his breath. Then movement. Not confidence. Not grace. But something got his feet going, each step a reluctant echo in the marble silence of his mind. He passed through the doorway like he was crossing a veil, the warmth of the ballroom hitting him instantly; music, laughter, and the soft clinking of glass filling the air like perfume. Everything shimmered. Dresses twirled, chandeliers sparkled, and conversations spilled out like they had nowhere better to be.

He hated how stunning it all was. Shit, shit… grab a drink, look like you’re enjoying yourself, his brain barked. Like a man dodging gunfire, he weaved through the room and snatched a glass of white wine from a passing tray, sniffed it like he knew what he was doing, then took a sip and instantly regretted it. His face tightened into a wince. What am I doing? I’ve never had a drink in my life.

He scanned the room, eyes wide and guilty, checking if anyone noticed. No one seemed to care. Baby sips it was. He nursed the glass like it was a prop, every motion a performance, every breath a reminder that he was in deep. And still... he stayed.

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

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Aelius Alex Winters

Drawing Stereo Hearts

Aelius didn't necessarily draw back from Clara's question, but he did give a questioning look. "Draw me? Is there really anything to me that caught your eye, other than another human body?" He didn't understand what exactly was so attracting to other people in appearances that were rather bland. He barely even cared for this event, and yet he was still being cherished by a human. It was a bit funny to see that bright shine in her eyes though, so he didn't reject her just yet.

"I'll take that as a sign you want to spend more time with me, even after this ball. I wouldn't have much of a problem if you used me as a muse." So long you'd feel happy painting in my room. There were a lot of things that came to mind when he imagined her reaction of being whisked away. Aelius had made up his decision long before, just by looking at Clara, so there would be no escape. "Plus, I doubt you'd be tripping over anyone else's feet when I'm here to tame your mistakes."

After another round of dancing in circles, the black-haired one decided to pause their movements with an ending bow. "I think we've spent enough time boring each other out with this activity. Shall we move onto something else?" He motioned towards the room around, wondering if Clara was up for eating or whatever else that was available. There was still a long night to go.

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