x~Autumn Banquet~x, Dance the night away..

[Shadowstorm]

[Our first banquet! ~<3~
I decided one was needed, held by Lord Niikusana. <3 And of course, visitors are very welcome.]

Long tables had been pushed to the back walls, lining the beautiful marble-floored dance hall in all it's majesty.
The crystal chandelier caught streams of light, reflecting them in spiralled patterns so delicately, causing little arrays of light over the candlelit hall.
Swarms of beautiful people seemed to pour into the hall, vampires, demons and mortals alike, all bathing in the riches of the host.

He himself swept down into the crowd so effortlessly, streams of midnight black hair bound in a neat ponytail. Two equal bangs framed his high cheekbones, setting off icy blue eyes.
With a brocaded dress coat and intricate frilled sleeves; it was easy to see this man's regality, an ebony cane clasped in his delicate hand as he drifted to the double doors, welcoming his crowds.
After a moment, another man came up beside him.
This one stood out quite a bit more, standing nearly 7 foot tall, with white-tipped tresses and amber eyes. Leaning down to Niikusana, he whispers something before striding through the sea of people quite easily to find a drink.


Through the blending whirlwinds of lace and taffeta, a young girl sweeps across to the lord and drapes her arms about his neck with a smile and a kiss upon the cheek.
White feathers adorn the delicate material of her ballgown, dainty feet on tiptoes as they argue animatedly and lightly about something.

[Seral]

[ Wonderful, daaarling! ^^;; ]


Light footsteps made little sound on the marble floors; merely tapping along with a light dance, almost.. the heels of delicate ebony shoes skipping over the ground, with all the ease of a girl.
Blonde curls lavished their glossy sheen to slender shoulders, which, like the rest of his girlish form, were clad entirely in an emerald velvet.
Angelic radiance.. it was almost considered charming. At least, it would have been, if not for the strange light that played in very widely set apart optics, that seemed like azure glass themselves..

Thin fingers clasped behind a narrow back, as Julien D'Lorve wound his way through the milling crowds, a demure little half-smile tugging at the left hand side of ivory lips.

How he enjoyed these social events... how he adored the slightest chance to mingle with aristocratic company; so weary of settling for the lower rabble of the earth, this was a great accomplishment for him.

Upon reaching the table at the furthest end of the hall, the blonde man reached out; catching the wrist of a pretty young boy, who's greedy fingers had been seeking a long stemmed glass, filled to the very brim with an expensive red wine.
Offering no more than a chatising little smile, Julien curled an elegant hand about the chrystal glass, brushing past the young fledgling with a seductive, yet satisfied wink of indulgence.

The young never learned..

Besides, Julien's attention had been given to Niikusana, already; the one who gained so much repsect from every other being in the hall..
A listless smile tugged at his mouth, now, as he brought the pale tip of a cold index finger to the brim of the glass.. a long nail stirring the surface of the wine, pleasantly.. sending ripples through the brilliant vermilion liquid.

Now, to find his company...

[JB_Valforian]

Walking into the hall, Lestat Mith entered the hall, his feet dancing lightly over the glassed marble as he stopped by the wall, thin hands stuffed into the pockets of his velvet outfit, moving jet curls out of the way he looks around the large room to see if he can find anyone he knew...

Seeing Julien he rolled his eyes and looked away and his eyes fixed on the host who was Niikusana, indeed he was beautiful but probably his love was taken by someone who was a billion levels in front of himself

Lestat took a drink for himself and watched as people passed him, some alone and some with groups of others...they were all beautiful...every single one of them

This was Fun...

The coolness of the marble walls was now against Lestat's back, sent a shiver up his spine but he didn't care, he merely observed the others...

[Shadowstorm]

Niikusana drifted with an amused smile toward Julien, observing that perfect beauty, those porcelain cheeks and crimson lips dancing with a smile of painted contempt.
Oh, such a work of sin was Julien that to resist him was a sin upon itself.
"Dear Julien..what a pleasure to keep your company."

He took up the blonde man's arm in his own with a ravishingly graceful smile of his own, walking the man directly past the very object of frustrated affection; that dark-haired fragile beauty that Julien coveted oh-so-much.

Aiana glanced to the pair of them, walking across the dance floor, and with a brief glance to Julien, she weaves through the crowd away from those wandering eyes and that wondering mind.

With a sweep of pure snowy feathers like some kind of untouched, untainted angel, she glides toward the table, her waist-length charcoal hair falling across milky-white bare shoulders.
Reaching over to curl her fingers about a fluted glass, electric emerald eyes suddenly jolt up to look at Lestat leaning against the wall, and she offers him an alluring smile, a strand of hair slipping gradually over her fine-featured visage.

"Good evening, sir." she greets lightly, with a touch of ghostliness to that gentle voice.

[Seral]

Cerulean eyes raised, and drifted over Niikusana, as to bring about a gracious little smile of greeting.
Of course, it had been a usual irritation to see this man talking to Aiana.. yet, Niikusana was so very stately, and respectful, that Julien had never found a reason to dislike him. If anything, his presence was one of a satisfying pleasure, to the blonde man.. it was interesting to be around one so gratifyingly aristocratic.

"Good evening, Niikusana... lovely banquet... obviously your style," pearly white teeth flashed behind those porcelain lips, as he tilted his head to the older man; taking on a state of the uttermost arrogance, as he sauntered along side him.. allowing himself to be led, by such a charming host.

Oval shaped optics lingered over Aiana.. his expression pausing in that usually narcissistic smile of self-esteem.
How he adored her, now... maybe it was that he had never been granted that pleasure of a mere night in her arms, that drove him to such frustration.. he didn't know.
If anything.. he didn't truly care.

He just wanted her.

A soft hissing sound of disdain passed his lips, as she vanished from his sight; though he continued to crane his head around, as to search for her figure amonst the swarming crowds of the preternatural.

"Though.. it does wound me that you bring such a guest, Niikusana..," offering a playful smile, the blonde returned his attention to the man at hand; cold lips curling over the brim of the glass, as to merely moisten his mouth with the rich taste of red wine.

[JB_Valforian]

Lestat smiled to the one who came over to him, his smile still remained as she spoke to him, this was diffrent, the last girl he had been in contact with was Jocelyn and that seemed..so long ago...in truth he missed her...but things had changed now..

"Evening m'lady..." He dropped to a slight bow and the nstood back up "you look...lovely tonight...If it's alright to say..."

[Shadowstorm]

Niikusana's smile was the same as always...
He was always smiling.
Julien's coveting was obvious...although he seemed to be in love with the pure idea of lusting over her.
This abstinence was driving him insane, and the Lord Niikusana found it so amusing to watch, to be brutally honest.
It was...fun...

"Jealousy is a deadly sin, Julien.." he commented sarcastically, smiling in that inoffensively taunting manner.

---

Her head bows in return, very politely to Lestat.
The faintest blush flushed her porcelain complexion and delicate hands clasped in front of her.
"Why, thank you sir, you flatter me so." she replied sweetly, sweeping that dead straight sheet of ebony behind her bare shoulders, the choker at her neck only just showing a pair of scarred vampiric bite marks, like a perverse marring of that flawless skin.

Her head lifted, bright, electric-intense eyes meeting his own.
"Sorry, I didn't introduce myself either. My name is Aiana.." she told him, holding out one of those slender artistic hands.

[Seral]

A slender brow twitched, as if he sought to keep back any kind of emotion. This was such an easy thing, to escape Julien.. it truly wasn't his fault; yet he couldn't stand to see it happen. It was almost... embarrassing, and that was something he practiclly loathed.. something that he had switched himself off from, long ago.

Cobalt blue eyes flickered behind Niikusana's shoulder, for a mere second..lazily taking in the form of Aiana as she spoke to Lestat.
Dorian's son... his estraged fledgling's son.
It seemed that tonight was going to be something of a scandal.

"Yes, of course it is, my dear Niikusana..," the grin returned to illuminate those flashing lips. "But what is one more deadly sin, to me?"

To the left of Niikusana, Julien's attention had already been caught by the tall form of a certain Demon. The briefest glimpse of platinum hair, swung through the milling crowds; accompanied by a leering grin, that painted itself upon rouged lips.
A small band of people followed close behind this figure, taking it in turns to clutch at his arms... responded to, with only a sneer of contempt.

Exhaling between his teeth, Julien drew his bright gaze back from Loclaen, and extended a thin hand to rest at Niikusana's elbow.
Amusing... yes, this would be highly amusing to one such as he. All the same... Julien still couldn't manage to dislike his ravishing host.

"Now, now.. let's not fall out, my dear?"

[JB_Valforian]

Lestat took the other's hand and merely kissed it with a smile "Aiana, thats a beautiful name my dear...I've never heard such one like it.."
His crimzon eyes did not once take note to Julien who was looking over the shoulder of Niiku...he only hoped Julien didn't come over thinking that he was Dorian...he saw a certain person from the corner of his eye, he too saw the platinum haired beauty know as Loclean and he smiled to himself before looking back at Aiana.
Jet curls were set on velvet shoulders, a thin hand still holding Aiana's, the other in his pocket, a curved smile was on his face as he looked at Aiana, this was diffrent for him now...

[Shadowstorm]

Niikusana could only smirk still.
The lace spilled across his fingers so perfectly, hand tilted upward and curled about the flute of his glass so delicately.
"Mmmm..." is all he replied with first of all, letting a deep purr of a sound pass his crimson lips.
The sideways glance at Julien was granted slowly.

"Oh, but dear Julien...how could we ever fall out over your simple sins?" he asked with that lingering humour, arm catching up Julien's as they drift toward Loclaen.
It was policy to welcome ALL the guests.

----

At his soft kiss, a faint blush touched her otherwise ivory-pale cheeks, and a few strands of loose hair fell across her bright eyes.
Her fingers curled across his hand as a new piece of music began, and with a turn of her head; those emerald eyes lit up.

"Ohhh, I do so love this song. Do you dance, Lestat?"

[Seral]

Julien's eyes stared pointedly over Niikusana's shoulders, even as the other spoke.. the twisted expression of malicious jealousy, not quite enough to destroy the ivory perfection of softly curved features.
If Aiana refused him.. yet again.. then this only meant that he was doing something wrong, didn't it? He had supposedly entertained her before... so this was a game of hers... wasn't it?

Cornflower blue spheres returned to the aristoratic vampire before him, and he offered a lingering false smile; creamy lips drawing back, to reveal a set of flashing white teeth. Such a ravishing smile, for such a man, was almost repelling.

"Mhhmm... how could we ever, darling?... How could we ever...," his breathy, girlish voice drew off into a thoughtful sigh, as his gaze fluttered towards the demon, Loclaen.

This other man, was one perhaps more sinful than himself... a man with no morals whatsoever, that he classed himself as a rogue, and an actor, with all the pride of one winning a Noble Prize.

All the same... Julien allowed himself to be propelled towards him; moving alongside Niikusana, languidly...

Grey eyes of Loclaen, swivelled sideways, at the approach of Julien, and Niikusana. Such pleasent company, although he really didn't give a damn who spoke to him, and who didn't.

Shaking himself free of a blushing, rouged and corsetted woman, Laen glided towards the two vampires, before pausing, and dropping into a low, mocking bow. Strands of platinum hair slid forward, and around his shoulders; reaching almost to the ground, before he rose back up, and it returned to its home at his hips.
Gesturing with long, graceful fingers, the demon released a low purr of greeting.. the voice that exited vermilion lips, issuing from the very confines of his throat.

"Good evening, my dear host... and Julien."

The comment caused the blonde vampire to bristle, and stare poignantly to Laen; receiving only a charming smile from the platinum haired beauty, who cocked his head to one side... cat-slit optics drifting over the heads of the crowd.