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[bittersweeter]

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons

WHO || Everyone ever aka whomever is in the castle
WHAT || Lila is throwing a party
WHERE || Large parlor room
WHEN || Tuesday, July 23, 2013; 9pm onwards
HOW || Actionspam, threadjack away.

This isn't exactly a squiring after party. Lila's never been to a knighting (and the odds are not in her favor) but she doubts this party is much like it either. The invitation comes in the form of a mass text message sent the day before -- she doesn't care who gets it, its not as if Wynn is going to come to her party. A date, a time, a location, and the rules. She doesn't give a reason.

The rules are simple: dress up classy, don't bring a gift, and wear a mask. It's a masquerade, after all, a mask is a prerequisite. Lila is even so kind as to provide them, a porcelain bowl perched on a chair by the door holds an array; running the gamut from Phantom of the Opera white to classic Venetian blue and gold to Dia de los Muertos red and black. Anyone without a mask is subject to Lila's wrath.

The room is entirely lit by tea lights floating in small glass bowls, leaving long shadows across the walls, and strings of red fairy lights draped across doorways and windows. Music is playing somewhere, loud and dark, forcing you to press up against the person you're talking to. A table shoved against the wall is covered with bottles of fancy champagne, wine, expensive vodka and, the odd man out, pink lemonade. She and Faye might have gone a tad overboard with the alcohol. Blue plastic cups sit in a tottering pile off to the side, a jumble of colorful paper umbrellas dotting the free space on the desk. Another table holds a towering monstrosity of nibbles -- chocolates and tiny cream puffs, miniature Madeline cookies and delicate eclairs. Nothing to fill up on if you're worried about drinking on an empty stomach. Not her problem, she is obviously catering to the younger crowd here. Namely herself.

Lila is around, face half hidden by a simple lacy black mask. Her one blue eye and one green eye would be a dead giveaway if her scar didn't already make it perfectly clear who is behind the mask. She's not playing hostess, she had enough of that back home being Daddy's little darling. This is the first birthday party she has had in almost four years, but even determined to make the most of her experience, she remains at the fringes, drink in hand. The combination of pink lemonade and vodka makes her nostalgic.

Don't worry though, she has her gloves on.

For now.

Comments

[bittersweeter]

[ she winces slightly like oops. but she doesn't know better, head canting as she watches him curiously. ] What do you remember?

[watchmaker]

[he'd been thinking about telling her. part of him wants to tell her, just get the part where she rejects him over with. but ... maybe she wouldn't. she wasn't so righteous, so upstanding. she wasn't his mother.

but he still hesitates anyway.] Not very much. Just ... flashes. [bluff 21; although it's not exactly a lie, either.]

[bittersweeter]

Sorry. [ she murmurs quietly, moving forward and stopping in front of him. small hands rest on his shoulders a moment before her nimble fingers start to work on the buttons of his shirt. ] Guess you'll have to make some new memories.

[watchmaker]

That's what I've got you for, isn't it? [a smile slides across his features as he looks down, watching her hands.]

[bittersweeter]

I'll try to make them good.

[ she has to pause a few buttons in, tugging her lacy gloves off and dropping them on the bed next to him before she continues her little trek down. she hesitates slightly, eyes lifting to his face because she still doesn't know how he feels about the idea that she'd be able to use her power on him. even if her gloves were just for show this time, since she could easily touch skin through the holes in the lace. she still worries. ]

[watchmaker]

[he has a smidgeon of an idea of what might be going on in her head (wis 15), enough to put his hands over hers in some kind of reassurance attempt. yes, the idea of her using her power on him makes him uncomfortable, but he's actually come to maybe ... trust her?? just a little. no matter how founded or unfounded that trust may be. he'd like to believe the best of her.] Don't stop now.

[bittersweeter]

[ she smiles weakly, ducking her head again. it'd be easier if she didn't genuinely like him because then she wouldn't care what he thought, but she does so she does and it's difficult. instead of continuing the buttons, she pauses to unbutton his shirtsleeves while his hands are so close, fingers fluttering over the familiar timepiece. ] Watch on or off?

[watchmaker]

On is fine, I'd hate to chance losing it.

[bittersweeter]

You wouldn't dare. [ but she releases his wrist and goes back to the rest of the buttons, tugging on it slightly to try to free the shirt from his pants. ] I think you need to stand up.

[watchmaker]

[and just like that he stands up for her.] Maybe you should too, unless you want to keep the dress on ... ?

[bittersweeter]

I'm not partial to it. [ tug tug, she frees the front of his shirt and finishes unbuttoning it. sliding her hands up his torso, she has to stand on her tip toes in order to push the shirt off his shoulders, very purposefully dragging it down his arms as she steps out of her heels. surprise, she's even tinier than usual when she's barefoot. ]

[watchmaker]

Well, that's good. [when she's done pulling his shirt off, he uses his newly freed arms to reach around and unzip the zipper of her dress. if it didn't have one before i gave it one, surprise.]

[bittersweeter]

[ and the actual surprise is... hey, lila owns underwear. special lacy black underwear with a little bow and a matching bra as one dones when they're gettin' lucky. she wriggles a little to get the dress to puddle at her feet, stepping out of it and closer to him, working on his belt. ]

[watchmaker]

[considering previous experiences, it is a bit of a surprise, ok. sylar almost comments on it but he decides to shut his big dumb mouth and work on unclasping her bra instead.]

[bittersweeter]

[ once the belt is undone, she tugs open his pants, moving her hands to rest on this hips, fingers drumming against bare skin. ] Hey Sylar?

[watchmaker]

[o-oh hello there.] Yeah?

[bittersweeter]

[ she has nothing useful to say, she just wanted to say his name again now that she knows it. ] Are you sure you want this to be my birthday present?

[ she says as she starts to edge his trousers over his hips. is she giving him an out? you bet. she's sweet like that. and maybe she wants to hear him say yes. ]

[watchmaker]

Do you not want it anymore...? [gurl don't try to get him all confused because that's all the offering of an out is going to do to him at this point. fuck with his head instead of his d. he looks somewhat upset by the idea of her not wanting it anymore, ftr. :c ]

[bittersweeter]

Oh no, I do. [ and she's still pushing and pulling his pants down, so. proof. ] I really, really do,

[watchmaker]

Good, I'd hate to have come out all this way for nothing. [he goes in for a kiss and tries to help her in the effort to get himself out of his pants.]

[bittersweeter]

[ it's just as well because when he kisses her she abandons his pants to put her arms around him, easily distracted. ]

[watchmaker]

[he grabs her and pulls her down onto the bed with him. and, believe it or not, nat 20 concentration checked her panties off. it was time for them to go tbh. he also uses telekinesis to get a condom out of his pants pocket (concentration 21) because no one is getting pregnant tonight. probably.]

[bittersweeter]

[ she barks out a startled laugh, because that was truly beautiful, and glances down reflexively like she's still expecting to see the lacy scrap of fabric on her hips. she looks back up at him, thoroughly impressed. ] God, you're perfect, aren't you?

[watchmaker]

[he just grins at that.] I'd like to think so.

[ AND THEN ...

str 17
dex 13
fort save nat 20 (29 total)
wis 22
cha 22

no really tho. he just went to towwwwn. enjoy your obnoxiously good birthday sex, gurl. you earned it.]

[bittersweeter]

[ she's gonna marry him.

str 15
dex 22
fort save 18
wis 21
cha 19

best birthday. ever. she pushes her hair back from her face, hella breathless, and rolls over to rest her chin on his chest, stretching up to kiss him quickly. ] Can it be my birthday everyday?