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abraxaslogs2023-10-30 01:53 pm
princessvegas) wrote in abraxaslogs2023-10-30 01:53 pm
[open] Happy Halloween~
Who: Julie Lawry + OPEN
When: October 31
Where: The Horizon
What: Julie's annual Halloween party! Costumes are mandatory.
Warnings: In headers
At the beginning of the month, everyone with an existing domain will find themselves in possession of an invitation, delivered under the cover of night by a horde of tiny creatures. No other information follows.
I | WAIT
On October 31st, the pink neon that normally illuminates the edges of Julie's club goes dark. The pink carpet and velvet ropes disappear. In fact, the entire immediate area appears to be cast into almost pitch black. By evening, the building has been engulfed in heavy vines and thick tree roots, climbing upward into an oppressively thick canopy of treetops. Lush tropical plants bloom along the walls, their vibrant colors a natural sign of warning. Large flying insects flit into them, only to find themselves entrapped, stuck in thick sap that holds them while the petals close and devour the bugs.
Next to the closed double doors is a sign, but otherwise no signs of modernity. The ordinarily smooth walls of the club now have carvings that appear ancient, hidden under the leaves and moss. Anyone who looks closely will see that the carvings depict savage battles and human sacrifices, vicious animals tearing the people limb from limb. Anyone who looks really closely might find some of the carvings to be a bit... familiar.
Primal screeching echoes in the darkness, furious and inhuman. There's the distinct sensation of predatory eyes peering from the trees, in the bushes. A distant clock rings nine times.
Suddenly, there's movement on the ground. A truly massive snake, easily fifty feet long and thick as a tree trunk, slithers next to the ankles of the waiting crowd, hissing. Its muscles flex and shift under scales so black they shimmer iridescent, and its eyes are eerie yellow. The doors swing open and it disappears inside. Music pours out into the crowd.
II | CREEP
Inside, the lobby is gone. Instead, there is only more dense jungle flora. A barely visible path, made of more carved stones covered in moss and leaves, winds between the plants. The starting stone simply says Watch your step. Land on one of the stones marked with a dusty jewel and pay the price -- rabid monkeys might swing toward the unlucky adventurer, or perhaps a vivid green tree snake will drop its tail down to try and coil around them, or maybe you'll just barely miss a blowdart to the cheek (it will never actually hit its targets, only sail harmlessly past and into the leaves).
When the travelers reach the huge stone "temple" doors, aggressive guards in masks and indeterminate tribal garb leap from the shadows. (Those familiar with Julie's live-in partiers might recognize their faces under the markings.) They'll holler and scream for a moment, but then the doors will open, revealing the "temple" inside.
III | PARTY
In the main entrance to the club, the darkness is broken by crude torches lining the walls and support beams. More eerie carvings, larger and more intricate, are placed throughout the space; several have large gemstones for eyes, shimmering in the spare light. Skulls and bones, both human and not, litter the edges of the room, with piles taller than the average man in the corners. The remainder of Julie's Horizon-dwelling club kids are all dressed as tribal warriors of indeterminate origin (she's not out to mock any specific cultures, but she figures that shit like "face paint" and "bones" and "feathers" are generic enough) -- they all seem to be having a ball playing their roles for the night.
The bar is now hewn from stone, matching the rest of the carvings. As always, Steven the bartender is serving drinks, dressed to match theme. Tables contain a variety of food, much of which appears to be meat roasted on sticks, but, unnervingly, there's a huge platter of skulls and what appear to be raw human hearts. Look closely and you might notice them still beating. An "altar" bears several bowls, all of which hold drugs; cocaine, different types of pills, and of course, large amounts of cannabis products.
The dance floor is lit from below in stark white, casting unsettling shadows in every direction. From above hangs a disco ball shaped like a skull, bouncing the lights around disconcertingly. Behind the dance floor is an elevated throne crafted of bones, and this is where Julie herself can be found.
Happy Halloween.
When: October 31
Where: The Horizon
What: Julie's annual Halloween party! Costumes are mandatory.
Warnings: In headers
At the beginning of the month, everyone with an existing domain will find themselves in possession of an invitation, delivered under the cover of night by a horde of tiny creatures. No other information follows.
I | WAIT
On October 31st, the pink neon that normally illuminates the edges of Julie's club goes dark. The pink carpet and velvet ropes disappear. In fact, the entire immediate area appears to be cast into almost pitch black. By evening, the building has been engulfed in heavy vines and thick tree roots, climbing upward into an oppressively thick canopy of treetops. Lush tropical plants bloom along the walls, their vibrant colors a natural sign of warning. Large flying insects flit into them, only to find themselves entrapped, stuck in thick sap that holds them while the petals close and devour the bugs.
Next to the closed double doors is a sign, but otherwise no signs of modernity. The ordinarily smooth walls of the club now have carvings that appear ancient, hidden under the leaves and moss. Anyone who looks closely will see that the carvings depict savage battles and human sacrifices, vicious animals tearing the people limb from limb. Anyone who looks really closely might find some of the carvings to be a bit... familiar.
Primal screeching echoes in the darkness, furious and inhuman. There's the distinct sensation of predatory eyes peering from the trees, in the bushes. A distant clock rings nine times.
Suddenly, there's movement on the ground. A truly massive snake, easily fifty feet long and thick as a tree trunk, slithers next to the ankles of the waiting crowd, hissing. Its muscles flex and shift under scales so black they shimmer iridescent, and its eyes are eerie yellow. The doors swing open and it disappears inside. Music pours out into the crowd.
II | CREEP
Inside, the lobby is gone. Instead, there is only more dense jungle flora. A barely visible path, made of more carved stones covered in moss and leaves, winds between the plants. The starting stone simply says Watch your step. Land on one of the stones marked with a dusty jewel and pay the price -- rabid monkeys might swing toward the unlucky adventurer, or perhaps a vivid green tree snake will drop its tail down to try and coil around them, or maybe you'll just barely miss a blowdart to the cheek (it will never actually hit its targets, only sail harmlessly past and into the leaves).
When the travelers reach the huge stone "temple" doors, aggressive guards in masks and indeterminate tribal garb leap from the shadows. (Those familiar with Julie's live-in partiers might recognize their faces under the markings.) They'll holler and scream for a moment, but then the doors will open, revealing the "temple" inside.
III | PARTY
In the main entrance to the club, the darkness is broken by crude torches lining the walls and support beams. More eerie carvings, larger and more intricate, are placed throughout the space; several have large gemstones for eyes, shimmering in the spare light. Skulls and bones, both human and not, litter the edges of the room, with piles taller than the average man in the corners. The remainder of Julie's Horizon-dwelling club kids are all dressed as tribal warriors of indeterminate origin (she's not out to mock any specific cultures, but she figures that shit like "face paint" and "bones" and "feathers" are generic enough) -- they all seem to be having a ball playing their roles for the night.
The bar is now hewn from stone, matching the rest of the carvings. As always, Steven the bartender is serving drinks, dressed to match theme. Tables contain a variety of food, much of which appears to be meat roasted on sticks, but, unnervingly, there's a huge platter of skulls and what appear to be raw human hearts. Look closely and you might notice them still beating. An "altar" bears several bowls, all of which hold drugs; cocaine, different types of pills, and of course, large amounts of cannabis products.
The dance floor is lit from below in stark white, casting unsettling shadows in every direction. From above hangs a disco ball shaped like a skull, bouncing the lights around disconcertingly. Behind the dance floor is an elevated throne crafted of bones, and this is where Julie herself can be found.
Happy Halloween.
Heading to NSFW Territory
There's nothing informative to come, she's just slipping into her role. Ruby red eyes look him up and down, slowly, pointedly. She never does tire of looking at him, regardless of his state of dress. But uncovered...his fanciful clothes often mask how fit he is, how sculpted. He could have been a model, in a world that had that sort of thing.
She doesn't like to consider herself shallow, likes to think she's better than that. But by god he's a beautiful man and there's something fiercely rewarding about the fact that he's hers.
She punctuates her words with a flick of her tongue over her lower lip.
"Whatever the vampire wants."
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It may as well be a show until she tells him otherwise.
Jaskier shivers. His heart quickens with an insistence that he is being considered as dinner. A feeling which he lovingly embraces.
"And what does the vampire want?" His trousers loosen, but don't fall, snagged on the edge of a hip. "Or shall I beg first?"
NSFW Territory
A rich laugh, when he asks what she wants.
"You can beg if you want to..." She runs her finger along the lines of the decorative edging of her dress' bodice, silently thanking the Horizon for making it easy to get off. Which she will. Shortly. Not long enough to frustrate him, just long enough to make him a little mad with want. It's a thrill, to have that little hold over him. To know she can drive him mad.
"But it won't change anything." One hand slips behind her back, to at least give the illusion of undoing buttons or ties. The snug, hard leather clinging to her torso loosens. It shifts slightly. The inner edge of a breast revealed, a slipping of the black filigree at one shoulder. Promises of known mysteries, reimagined for tonight.
"I want you."
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Now that he thinks of it, it may be all those overly thick, opaque clothes she insists on wearing. Knowing what's under them and being unable to even peek sometimes...
Ugh! It's maddening.
She's maddening. Just the promise of revealing her body to him leaves his knees weak. (Or is it her words?) That hot prickle goes from his heart straight between his legs, and when he moves in to press against her, to hold her by her waist, he's already growing stiff.
"You have me. And tonight... you'll have more of me than ever." Whether his wrist, or his neck -- even a thigh. "Wherever your pretty teeth want to take me."
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Which is probably not physically possible, but that's the wonderful thing about fantasies. It's not about reality, it's about what's erotic. And Nadine is pretty sure that's the sort of thing Jaskier will find very erotic.
Emphasizing her words, she snaps her teeth together as her hand finds his hair and tangles in it. The pointed tips of her nails graze along his scalp. Her dress is open in back, all the way down to the small of her back and it shifts as he moves against her.
There's nothing beneath it but sheer and silken black stockings held by a garter belt.
"If I want to taste every. Single. Inch?"
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"Oh, Nadine." And he's taking advantage of that open dress, splaying a hand over her back, between her shoulder blades, that follows the line of her spine. There, too, is a hint of coolness to her skin; akin to as if she'd simply stepped out into a winter's night for a spot of time. It's the perfect reminder that tonight, she is not the warm, living, loving human he is so used to.
She is other.
"If you taste all of me, I'm afraid there shall hardly be much of me left behind." His fingers snake underneath the back of her dress, nails gently scratching over the skin there. And as her fingers tangle in his hair, his head tilts back, exposing his neck and the heavy swallow he takes. "May I undress you first?"
Before he's so bitten he'll hardly be able to move.
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Of course she's a far kinder monster.
"I promise to leave a little..."
She lets her eyes go to his throat as he bares it, such a clear and welcome invitation. It's only a sort of psychosomatic reaction, she knows it, she feels what she expects to feel and it's all born of her mind. But even so. There's a want to put her mouth over his flesh and feel his heart pulsing between her teeth. It's a want not unlike the sort he stirs in her normally, a raw sort of desire to have him and feel him.
Even those usual things are enhanced. The scent of him, so heady she can taste it. The tone and timbre of his voice, always so pleasant, caressing the inside of her skull. His touch...
"Or maybe I'll just enjoy you enough to want to keep you around. You may undress me."
He'd asked so nicely, after all.
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Another unsteady breath comes from lips already plumped from Jaskier scraping his lips over them. Oh, she's certainly going to kill him tonight. It shall be a heavenly death, shan't it?
"I leave the decision in your hands." Since his, currently, are busy. And honestly, so is his mind -- which is mostly screaming with everything he wants, and with that little voice telling him to run, and the much larger piece that has always dominated, delighting in the presence of someone so powerful, who especially adores him. There's a particular power in that.
His fingers shake not with fear, but anticipation. He finds the draw of her dress, slowly undoing it so the fabric loosens. Then his hands move over her shoulders, moulding against them as he helps to shift the straps off, laying a kiss where each shoulder becomes bare.
Jaskier moves to his knees as he aids the dress in its descent, landing kisses on her belly, her hips. "And next?"
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God it feels good to get that thing off. Nadine is pleased with the effect, but it had hardly been comfortable. She steps out of it and kicks it aside when Jaskier has finished drawing it down, standing bone pale and straight shouldered over him. The black silk of her garter belt and stockings make a striking contrast. There's a faint flush to her skin at her cheeks, at the places Jaskier kisses her, a clear sign of her arousal.
"But first...come here."
She crooks a finger, urging him to rise. As much as she's enjoying the attention, she's drawn out the main appeal of the evening long enough already. And he's been so very patient.
"I want a taste."
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Tonight was her night.
The tip of her sharpened nail digs into his skin to help him rise, and he steals a bit of a touch as he presses to her, leaning in to lower himself a few inches for her. (Perhaps the one time his height is an annoyance, if his neck is the offering.)
He tilts his head to the side. "Taste as much as you'd like."
Sorry this is so late!
As happens sometimes, particularly under influence of her most enjoyed herb, a sort of dreamlike feel comes over her. Little details stand out suddenly. The line of Jaskier's jaw, the soft fall of his hair against his cheek as he rises. The lights and shadow on his it, tinting it darker in some places and kissing it with brightness in others. His eyes, his brow...the artistry of his features. It's not the first time she's been struck by the exquisite handsomeness of him, but the dual hungers it calls forth in her are new.
Oh the surge of arousal and acute sexual desire are perfectly normal. But the other desire, underneath it, the one born of Horizon magic and her own mind...that's something else.
A little tremble shakes her as he presents his neck. Her fingertips glide down the column of his throat. She can feel his pulse. Fingertips find the hollow at the base of his throat and lingers there. Her other arm goes around him, feeling his body as she draws him close. How hot he feels.
Nadine's head lowers, her mouth opening wider. Carefully, her fangs lengthen and pierce the skin of his neck.
no rush!!
Even his heart beat picks up, waiting for it. His pulse pounds like a temptation, thrumming. His arousal turns from a prickling heat to an ache --
And it's sharper and hotter and worse when her teeth sink in. Jaskier gasps, shuddering, his fingers digging into her hips as he holds on. He curses under his breath, but presses close, licking his lips. "As much as you'd like."
Though at this point, he wouldn't complain if he lost it all, and woke back into his bed.