undergrounds | MABON } 22nd September


The times, they are a'changing. But in this case, it's the same way they change every year. The 22nd of September is the Autumn Equinox, and aside from it being a great time for witches to get up to all sorts of shady shit with fae, it's time for the seasonal change in power between the two Courts. And in typical Fae fashion, this event is to be marked with a hugely ostentatious party. They've taken over Crystal Palace Park for a party that'll be going near on 24 hours. The trees are lit with twinkling lights, and many fae have chosen to forgo their glamours — some are indescribably beautiful, others monstrous, and quite a few... Well, they look more or less human, but obviously it doesn't bother them and it shouldn't bother you either! There is dancing, flirting, and laughter. And the drinks and food are free flowing. Slipping between realms is also extremely easy, but there's been strict instruction not to steal any mortals tonight or there'll be hell to pay. This also marks the first official appearance of Eames as the Lord of Autumn, (it's not something he could readily get out of, you see,) so expect plenty of gossip about how odd it is he seems to shy away from his title, his obsession with mortals, and how very un-Fae it is of him to cancel the hunt.
	The RULES are as follows: All vampires must have a fae chaperone. The open invite does extend to vampires, but we can't just have them walking around doing whatever they like, can we? In addition, drinking blood is strictly forbidden. Consensual or not, any vampire found drinking blood within a half mile radius of the park will be killed. It's just not good manners. Violence is also forbidden. It's just not fun for everyone. If you really need to have it out with someone, challenge them to a duel. The children's playground has been made into a duelling area with guards to make sure it all goes smoothly. There are weapons available and they're all very medieval.
That's about it, they aren't a very rule-heavy bunch and honestly just want to have a fun night.

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There's a short interruption in the purring as he shifts his front paws so he can bend his head down and politely bite at her leg to remind her he isn't being all that friendly. It's a teasing bite, though. Playful. The way his purring came back even sounded a little like a chuckle before it got back to it's more even tone.

He did stop kneading her legs, however. He pushed up on his front paws, lifting his shoulders and head in a long stretch. Then he pulled back and down, butt lifting up into her hand as he continued the stretching. Mouth open wide in a yawn. He ended his long stretch sitting up. Big as he was, it wasn't a stretch at all for his gaze to meet hers. Just a moment as he slow-blinked. Then yawned again. And then, finally, tucked his head to bump the top of it against her mouth and nose, smothering her with all that fur while he leaned the rest of him into her chest.

[A little like this asshole but not as assholish.]

Natasha never got to have a cat—was never in a position to have pets before coming here—but in an abstract way she liked them fine. Having a very large cat's very fluffy head pressed against her face was outside of her realm of experience, and came as something of a surprise. Especially considering the source. Combined with the cuddliness, she couldn't help but give a startled laugh, nuzzling the top of his head indulgently while she brought her hand up to work the dense fur of his cheeks.

"What was that supposed to be?"

NOT AN INVITATION TO GRAB HIS CHEEKS AND RUFFLE THEM.

He had no problem with the nuzzling, but the cheek scritching he gave a low growl to and twisted his head out of it. Very clearly offended by the action. He sat back some, tail twitching in annoyance this time as he stared her down. Eyes going between her face and her hand. After a moment of decision making, he reached out with one large paw - claws out - and snared her hand. The claws did not did in, but they did make it clear he wasn't playing around about controlling that appendage as he pushed it down and into her lap. Where he put pressure on it as he leaned forward once more to bump his head into her chin and mouth. The purring resumed.

How could she resist? His cheeks are so fluffy and tempting. Natasha can take a hint though. Especially when it's as clear as that one is. She lets him hold her wrist down, leaning into the head bump.

She huffs a little, almost chuckling. "I get the point. But I can't pet you if you stay on my hand like that."

He twisted his head around to look at her other hand as if to say 'you got another one don't ya?'. The one he was on was his no-

Daryl's ears came up as the noise of other laughing party-goers getting closer filtered through the air. He'd come to the benches to get away from all that ruckus. A low growl escaped his throat, directed at the as-of-yet unseen intruders. He did let her hand go, turning around on her lap, then hoping down so he could jump up to the back of the bench they were seated on and lay down where he was half-hidden by her hair and the bushes surrounding the area. His jaw clicked a couple times making him sound like he was grumbling under his breath, maybe even cursing.

Once he was there, he went completely still, eyes focused on the path where the revelers would come through. Assuming they were following the path at all.

She doesn't stop him from jumping behind her, though she doubts her hair is big enough to hide a cat his size, even at a glance. If he feels more comfortable behind her, she doesn't mind it. She does suspect that at least some of his reaction is to the prospect of being caught relaxed and affectionate.

Natasha shrugs it off, though, keeping an eye open for their fellow guests.

His presence at the back of her head disappears as he slides soundlessly from the back of the bench and into the bushes just as the other guests come into view. Where they couldn't see him and he could slip off quietly.

He'll have to apologize to Natasha later for abandoning her. Or maybe not. He's not sure the protocol on that sort of thing. But he'd much rather find a new spot to get comfortable than stay in one that was obviously too frequently trafficked. Even if the company he was leaving was the best he'd be able to find before dawn.

Edited 2016-10-05 14:02 (UTC)

MABON } 22nd September

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