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The brief look of confusion and panic in the other Gangrel’s gaze curled the corner of his mouth upwards. Certain now that his choice in not outright acknowledging that he knew exactly who it was behind that simple mask had surprised him and more than likely caught the other vampire off guard. Though Skoll made no move to try and convince him or reveal his identity to Rex, so he would wait and see how this all played out.

Shifting his stance as Skoll began to cross the distance between them, Rex leaned his shoulder against the wooden door frame of the entrance. Arms still crossed over his chest as he let one booted foot cross over his opposite ankle. Tilting his head slightly, the mop of orange hair briefly shifting to reveal his one gold eye. The cat scratch like pupil thin and narrow before it was quickly hidden away. While his focus was on the other Gangrel in front of him, he did keep a fair amount of attention on those who were coming and going from the party.

While he might have been fluff for brains most of the time, it couldn’t he said he wasn’t a good multitasker. Even if at that moment all he wanted to do was give Skoll his utterly undivided attention.

The way that Skoll seemed to still continue to be nervous around him, fumble for his words, set a warm tingle deep in his belly. While that one night they had spent together in that abandoned building certainly should have given the other Gangrel a glimpse into his own intentions, there was still a sweetness behind the nervousness and uncertainty.

“Ya? An who tol’ ya that?”

It was THE party of the year. The party to end ALL parties that year. Quite literally so! And somehow the blonde Della Passaglia had managed to convince the two hottie Dunsirn to accompany him this night. How lucky was he?

He had been working himself to the bone for his photography jobs lately and felt, given all the new and exciting things suddenly popping up into his life lately it was time for him to relax just a little bit and get back to his roots.

Parties. Rubbing elbows with the elite of the elite. It was a setting the blond was very used to given his family and he had been all a twitter the entire time he had been getting ready. Slipping into a burgundy suit that was cut just for him and donning a mask to match, Silvano kept his wavy locks loose about his shoulders but was of course, not lacking in accessories either. Just a few bits of jewelry with sparkling gems and strings of pearls. Nothing too ostentatious he hoped.

Unfortunately he had been made to leave his camera back at his apartment. As much as he would have loved to zip around and take picture after picture of all the vampires in their finest, or hit the club for some really nice aesthetically pleasing shots there the best he was allowed was the camera on his phone. Which he quickly slipped from his pocket and began snapping photos here and there before turning it back onto Faolan and Mael, biting at his bottom lip as he snapped a few photos of them for good measure. “So hoooot. Someday we’re gonna have to do some more riske shoots.” A brilliant smile came to his lips before his head swiveled behind the pair of taller Dunsirns to the figure that had tagged along.

Cavan had somehow been managed, or perhaps bullied into coming out tonight. For one reason and absolutely only one reason only. Ruairidih Dunsirn. The head of the Dunsirn family’s cousin, one of the few remaining members of the Dunsirn actually related to Ranulf.

Stepping around his two dates, Silvano gave the St. John a warm, reassuring smile to the other male as he placed a hand on his shoulder. “You look really lovely tonight, Cavan. I’m sure Rua will be pleased to see you once you find him.” While the masks did make it a bit difficult to tell one vampire apart from the other, there would certainly be no mistaking the tall, ginger haired male in this crowd.

Moving behind the other male the Giovanni gave him a light, encouraging push forward ro keep him from turning tail and running.

Speaking of…


Ruairidih had arrived relatively early. He knew that many vampires would be here in attendance and certainly there would be ones that he did business with in Ranulf’s name lingering about. Finding them had been difficult but most had been able to pick him out of the crowd easily enough. When you were tall and sported long ginger colored hair you tended to be hard to miss.

Although, he hadn’t intended for his entire evening to be preoccupied with business talk. There of course would likely be other areas of interest there in the mansion for him to poke around in. Either wing would suit him well, even if his
emerald green suit was tailored more for the classier side; he could still mingle with the club scene if he so desired. The lght gold mask set upon his pale, freckled face was celestial in nature.

After a brief chatter with a group of males he had found his way into the Imperial for another drink.

Leaning himself against the black polished bar top, Rua swirled a half drank Whiskey Highball in his hand before taking another sip. Finishing off the remaining liquid and gesturing to the nearest bartender for another.

His mind wandering to all sorts of topics that he had covered with the group of men previously. Though he couldn’t help every now and again if his thoughts perhaps lingered more on a certain Giovanni that had been so intent on being around the Dunsirn estate a lot more recently.

The corner of his mouth curled slightly as his drink was refreshed and he took another sip.

At the mention of family and politics he rolls his eyes Both of their mothers are pushy, to say the least. His thoughts run similar to his Mate's. Her mother will ask about Toreador, while his own will want to know if they decided Toreador or Gangrel. Personally he is enjoying life without a clan, just him and his Mate. For now their mothers can wait.

"Let's not think about them for now, or their tug of war over us. I absolutely agree with you on the East Wing. Tonight we dance, we mingle, we have fun. Most importantly we do anything you wish." Escorting Ester through the crowds they make their way to the East Wing. Once there he spins her into him brushing his lips over hers.

"Oh!"

Erato quickly removed her hand from the stranger. She was mistaken. The man before her was not her son. But she had been so certain, even despite the mask. He was the same build, same coloring. But those eyes. They most certainly were not the blue she expected when he turned around.

"I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else!" A soft laugh fell from her lips in an effort to mask her embarrassment. How could she have mistaken someone for her own flesh and blood? Her first born child? She felt rather foolish for her mistake. "These silly masks."

Something was nagging at her though. He still seemed too familiar, though she was certain she didn't know the boy. Well, he was hardly a boy. If she had to guess, he was likely older than her, but not by much. Especially in terms of vampire lifespans. A few years hardly mattered as they got on. She pursed her lips, before remembering she was in public and not hidden away in the catacombs. Relaxing her features into a neutral smile, she took a step back, bright blue eyes still trained on him, even as she felt the gaze of another upon her.

"I'm Erato," she extended her hand to shake his this time. A much less familiar exchange. "I am sorry for interrupting your evening. You look like you're waiting for someone."

Sleet Tempest Snape

He slowed down to a stop as the other man reached up, kneeling down slightly to make up for the height difference. "Sorry.." he tried staying still an allow for any adjustments, he may have very strongly been against marrying again so soon, but that doesn't mean he felt resentment to the guy. He seemed lovely enough to him. No, he felt resentment towards the ones who twisted his arm into the arrangement, apparently forty some years was suppose to be long enough and this was meant to get him out of his funk.

Well... He's out of the house for non work duties.. Guess they where right. A sharp tug oh his hair pulled him of out of his thoughts as the cheap string got caught in his hair again "Dammit.. Wait stop for a secon-" snap "...s**t" A hand quickly slapped at the side where the string had failed.

Ohhhhh, he was terrible at this, wasn’t he? Her head dipped down and to the side, gaze dropping to that hand she suddenly found placed against her waist, despite her very obvious attempts at pretending to be somebody Lazarus did not know. The familiarity in such a gesture was completely off the mark, and then worse, he even leaned in and brushed a soft kiss against her cheek! Despite the heat that seemed to travel straight to her belly at the endearing action, she placed one of her hands above his and wrapped deceivingly delicate fingers around his own. Lifting the hand away from her while a breathy scoff fell from her full and expertly painted lips, she hardened her gaze as she looked at him from behind her mask, her shoulders squaring before she -gently?- used her free hand to slap him across the face.

And then, because he was actually entirely the most adorable thing she’d ever witnessed and she could not keep up the ruse any longer, her gaze softened again, her shoulders relaxed, and she let out a laugh, her teeth flashing in the dim light cast by a nearby sconce in the wall, eyes glittering with amusement as she gave her head a shake. “Why are you so impossible?” She asked, lifting her hand again, only this time to lay it softly against his cheek before stepping in closer.

“You could have found me before you left, you know. You did not need to come here alone.” She murmured, brushing a thumb against his cheek just beneath the mask. “A girl does like to be dragged out of her library sometimes. Rare, certainly, but it does happen.”