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"Sounds like a roundabout way of saying yes," Seth said, smirking down at the slave. "Unless you're into that non-con type of shit." He turned his head as a server came by with a tray and he plucked two glasses of champagne off it, one for himself and one he passed to Briar. "Who you looking to go home with in particular, princess?"

Briar shrugged, "I don't know, maybe a seelie thing? My mom didn't like the cold either and she was seelie," He didn't really have any experience with any other fae, didn't know what was actually a 'fae thing' or not. Just what him and his parents did, what he carried on from them. His fingers faltered against the lace for a moment, brows raising before he let out a soft laugh at his next question. "I mean, it's not necessarily my goal but, I won't fight it," Yeah, there was the alcohol talking. Though as a fae, was it really the alcohol if he couldn't lie in the first place?

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Seth snorted and burst out laughing at the last cat's name. He didn't expect it with the former two normal sounding ones and frankly the weed didn't help either. Everything was funnier at this point. "Fat Man's already my fucking fave," he snickered. He almost wished there were pictures available. "Please tell me he was a fucking loaf with that name."

Briar's brows furrowed a little in amusement, giving a light shake of his head. "I might just be oblivious," He mused, joking, though really he wouldn't put it past himself to miss something so obvious like a clock on the wall. Especially when his mind had been so preoccupied with the reality of his situation.

Like the proud cat dad he was, his face lit up when he was asked their names, his smile growing as he clasped his hands together excitedly. "Sasha, Fernando, and Fat Man," He answered, humming at the memories of his beloved fur children. "I've had far too many fosters to name them all, but all of them except Sasha were foster fails."

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"That seems surprising," Seth said. He wasn't sure if he meant that genuinely or was just being polite. He turned away from Daniel as his gaze scanned the crowd, lingering on a certain witch dressed in a similar style and colors as himself. The corner of his mouth turned upwards in a small smirk. "Sort of. I would think the matching outfits might've given that away."

He didn't say that was the opposite of what he meant, only gave a small grin. Danny meant like unwrapping a present, a toy to take apart, but he wasn't going to admit that out loud to Seth. Although Seth turned his head away to exhale his smoke, Danny could still smell the cherries like fragrant candy.

"No, I didn't come with anyone," Danny said. He watched to take a glove off and touch Seth's skin. He could feel the impulse within him growing like hunger. He needed to repress it. Why did Seth make him feel like this? "You?"

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"Is that a personal preference or part of the fae thing?" Seth wondered. He knew the answer for himself being a mixture of both, leaning more towards his awakened faerie lineage. There was another part of himself that preferred the cold and being able to wear oversized sweaters and bundle up in a pile of blankets to get warm. That, and he'd experienced his fair share of constant heat the last decade in Hell. At least Russia was cooler. "You looking to go home with anyone tonight dressed like that?"

Briar laughed maybe a little too hard at the finger gun pointed his way, shaking his head in amusement. “Definitely helped. Actually got to enjoy being outside for once,” Instead of being plagued by missing his loved ones, but he didn’t add that. Even drunk he tended not to be a debbie downer. He smiled wider, crooked yet sweet at the same time as the other seemed proud of his outfit. That was nice to see, half the room seemed eager to strip naked given the chance. “Oh, thank you,” Briar’s fingers went to adjust the lace vest he wore, “Heat doesn’t bother me much either. I actually like, really hate the cold I can’t stand it.”

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"You should try looking on the walls down there," Seth snorted, smirking a little to himself like that was the funniest thing he just said. In fairness, he was his own target audience in the comedy department. Not everyone agreed with his shitty puns, sarcasm, and dark sense of humor.

"Oh yeah, what were their names?" he asked. He liked talking about animals and pets. Some might even call him Snow White with his desire to collect wildlife like foxes and raccoons and other fauna wandering around Krovs.

He nodded, "I was always more of a Pixar person, but I like the Grimm's retelling," He did love the whole princess fairytales, but he much preferred the written versions to the kids animations. His lips pursed, really trying to think of the timeline. "Uhh, couldn't have been more than a week? I don't know, if they keep clocks down there I haven't found it yet." Anything past the hecticness of Spring Mischief was lost to time, he just knew it'd been too long since he'd been home.

He smiled at the name, "Cute name," His response was short and casual, and when silence washed over them he was ready to retreat and let him have his peace. He had already been nice enough to share his vape when he didn't have to so Briar didn't want to intrude. His question stopped him though, and the seelie was always ready and willing to talk about his cats no matter how far away they were. "Oh, no dogs, but I did have three cats plus some that I fostered until they were adopted. Definitely more of a cat person but dogs are always adorable."

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"While we were here," Seth clarified without further details. Even that timeline to him felt foggy since Hell added a decade to his life no one else experienced. Their relationship hadn't been declared official anyways until Shade dropped the label with their breakup. He scrubbed a hand over his face. "It was ended before then too. I barely remember the details of why any more. It doesn't matter though, I've moved on from it."

Gwyn's eyes didn't leave the gancanagh's face for an instant, far too invested in the drip-feeding of implications Seth was giving him. He'd lived alongside Roland for too long not to recognize a juicy bit of drama when it crossed his path. "Before you both were here?" The sith queried, head cocking, intrigue quirking at his lips, "I can imagine a few problems emerging trying to indulge in romance within the castle walls... or was it your trip," Gwyn whistled, pointing a finger exaggeratedly towards the floor, "- downstairs that did it?"

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"Definitely not," Seth snorted, looking over Dante once again. The corner of his mouth curved upwards as he held the wolf's gaze silently for a beat, hoping that made the slave nervous all in fun and games. "Eh, sure, why not. I'm a sucker for dogs so as long as you're still housetrained and get along with Circe, you can crash at mine."

Dante didn't bother with a response to that except for wrinkling his nose at Seth. It wasn't exactly a secret that omegas were much more prone to being submissive and obedient -- probably part of the reason he hadn't gotten in any serious trouble yet. His gaze shifted toward the group of alphas when he noticed where Seth was looking and he tensed up beside the other man. "Yeah, I don't think they're having any nice and sweet thoughts toward me at the moment. Any chance I can convince you to let me hide at your place for the rest of the night?" He asked with a little grin, batting his eyes at Seth.

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"Um, not sure yet, we haven't made any plans for anything else," Seth answered. They'd just come back from their first getaway together not that long ago and they both needed to work. It wasn't like either of them had backup to rely on being the only members of their department right now as well as the heads. "It's not out of the question though if things keep moving in the right direction between us. What about you? Any plans with Bradbury getting out of the castle?"

It was no secret that his cousin hated everything about his relationship with Gareth, and Bradley knew why -- he got it -- but he still liked to believe that the aswang did love him in his own way. Whether that was actually true or not he had no idea, but it was what he told himself, what he needed to believe in order to be somewhat happy.

Bradley noticed the way Seth visibly relaxed when the subject was changed, a soft smile on his feminine features as he looked at his cousin. "Oh really? He's.. definitely interesting," he chuckled, but didn't want to get into the specifics, not with his cousin. "So do you have any other trips away with Cairo planned, or was Paris a one off?"

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"Leave it," Seth said firmly as he turned back on Alasdair. His cool eyes burned red behind the intricate mask as he stared the slave down. He gently grasped the nephilim's chin between his thumb and forefinger and hinged forward capturing those lips in a sweet kiss. He'd come to learn that everyone's energy tasted different, like comparing wine or desserts or some shit. Alasdair's was sweet in flavor though not heavily so, just enough to leave Seth wanting more without feeling overwhelmed from that trait. Maybe that was the human half diluting the celestial. Didn't really matter now, did it?

He smoothed his hands down Dair's neck and shoulders, over his chest where they rested a moment. Then he pushed the slave back onto his bed where Seth crawled on top of him and caught those lips again with his own for another brief series of heated kisses. He pulled away to wet his palm with spit and maneuver his panties to the side to free his aching cock and wet it with a few strokes. He guided the nephilim's legs up over his chest and shoulders and lined himself up with that tight hole he pushed in, groaning out loud as he sank in inch by inch to that welcoming heat. His eyes fluttered closed and he bit his bottom lip bottoming out inside the younger.

"Fuck," he breathed out. He reopened his eyes and stared down at the diligent thing holding every inch of himself like the eager little slut he acted like. Seth gripped a leg and a hip as he slowly began thrusting in and out, building up his rhythm to something hard and quick. "Like this, slut?"

The teleporting caught Dair a little off-guard -- not something he was used to doing, but it was handy nonetheless. It disorientated him for a moment before his attention was firmly on Seth again, letting out a soft, slightly shaky breath of arousal at the other's words against his ear. "I do now," he murmured with a little smirk, enjoying the feeling of Seth's nails dragging against his body with just the fabric of the lace between them. When the red lace was pushed from his shoulders, Dair shrugged it off completely as Seth made quick work of his pants -- it seemed the tribrid wanted them both naked as soon as possible. Alasdair wasn't going to complain.

When Seth turned around, Dair was happy to rid him of the dress, even if he did look incredible in it. He carefully unzipped the gown, not wanting to rip or break the zip, revealing the pretty underwear Seth had on underneath which really got him hard. "Want me to get you out of this too, or d'you wanna keep it on?" He practically purred as he let the dress pool around Seth's feet, leaving the tribrid stood in front of him in just the sexy underwear and heels.

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Seth nodded, believing the answer as he always did with Cairo. He didn't believe he was crazy or making things up when someone's actions, in his mind, didn't match their words. Interpretation of behavior might be different among each individual or some shit like that, but there never was that suspicion or lack of trust with Cairo.

"I'm all right," he answered the first part easier than the second as they approached the bar and ordered a round. He twisted one of the collection of stack rings on his finger. He knew he could be honest without repercussions or judgment from the other witch. Still that expectation waited in the back of his mind and gut in a quick storm of butterflies. Practice made perfect. "More or less." Some nights kept him up more than others with the visions and memories haunting his subconscious. "The nights I can't sleep I'm usually more productive though. I'm, uh, looking into some college courses now that I've got my GED."

"I can't argue that." Cairo said to Seth's unsound logic having enjoyed the drink he had, thankfully it wasn't horrible. It had been a risk to take what he had without question. Likely riskier at his ex place not knowing what was in the drink. Not that any were bad there necessarily, more that it was hard to say what they were laced with.

Cairo could count how many times he'd been asked that since the incident with Morozov and it was nearing the triple digits. He didn't fault Seth for it. His past wasn't unknown to him, what transpired between Shade and him, why he ended up in hell in the first place. There was no soul left to give, nothing to give to bring Cairo back, no deal to make like he had with Shade, not that Cairo needed it. His parents had ways to keep him alive. Cairo wasn't as concerned about dying as he should be. Not that he had a death wish by any means, he also had his own failsafes in place, dark magic had its benefits.

"I'm okay." He said answering honestly and without annoyance because he understood where that question was coming from. "How are you doing? Have you been sleeping?" Because he knew Seth liked to ask about others and ignore himself.

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"Aw, aren't you sweet," Seth beamed, batting his eyes over at Shade. The tip of his tongue poke through his teeth before his wide grin faded some. He didn't immediately answer the question but the quick glance towards where he thought he last saw a particular witch in black and gold similar to him might've given it away. He also didn't think Shade would be paying enough attention to catch that. "Would it matter if I was?" he returned, neither confirming nor denying because that whole fae honesty was kinda bullshit. He also didn't know why he was trying to lie either, probably some weird attempt to spare his ex's feelings or avoid the outburst whenever Cairo's name came up.

"It really would, but I know I'm full of shit so..." Shade trailed. He could get into some things, but if there were no cars, violence, or sex. He wasn't going to have the attention span. And that last one could be on the show or in person, that was the optional kind.

"Actually he says like I don't know what's good." Shade snorted. "Shiiiit." He added and took a hit of his own vape. "I'm a let that slide, cause yer pretty." He clicked his tongue shaking his head. "Well they don't make as good as shit as I do, but I'm feeling a gin and tonic cause its summery." He said and ordered them a round. "You here with anyone?" He asked which was him not asking about asking if he came with Cairo.

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"Sure, like sparkling personalities and inner beauty, that gay crap," Seth snorted as he brought his vape pen up to his lips for an inhale. He turned his head away from Danny as he exhaled the cherry-scented smoke. "You enjoying yourself so far, Benton? You come here with anyone special?"

Danny stood under Seth's scrutiny and flicked his gaze up and down the other in turn. Seth looked good, looked perfect. Danny wanted to carve him out of his outfit to get to the skin underneath. The impulse made his gloved hand twitch but he just curled it into a loose fist to hide the tic. He tilted his head as the other's eyes glazed over for a moment but wrote it off easily enough.

"Real lucky. I wasn't around during this time period but I'm thinking they had the right idea being so covered up." he remarked. "There's more allure to what's underneath, don't you think?"

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"Sure, sure," Seth snickered, lips curving into a wicked yet crooked grin. Seemed right the younger brother leaned heavily into the professionalism. Seth was, in fact, not at all busy since he wasn't working at this party.

He lazily dragged his ring and ink-covered fingers up and down the side of his glass while he held Gabriel's gaze, his head cocking slightly to the side. "I'm glad to hear you're so happy for someone you've just met," he drawled. He couldn't tell if the younger Gaudet-De Luca was coming from a place of concern for his brother or some weird sort of jealousy. "Intense isn't the word that first comes to mind." He brought his drink up to his lips and took a slow sip. "Cut to the chase, bro. Is this your strange attempt at warning me that if I'm some kind of gold digger or looking to hurt your brother that you'll make me regret it?"

Gabriel didn’t bother responding to that monosyllabic explanation. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and flashed Seth a toothy smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Truthfully, he found it rather disgraceful that a witch would need to sniff someone to recognize them, but perhaps that was just his longstanding animosity toward werewolves talking. He hadn’t approached Seth to insult him, after all, but to get a read on what kind of person he was dealing with. Regardless of his usually more congenial demeanor, Gabriel was still Lucien’s son and he didn’t like unknown variables, especially ones that could affect him personally.

“Oh, bossy. I like that!” he teased when the tribrid grabbed him by the sleeve and led him toward a more secluded corner, settling at a table with a confidence that seemed to imply the entire castle was his. Not that the attitude was misplaced, he was the head magical consultant, after all, but Gabriel rarely found that stuff intimidating. “Oh, nothing excessively tragic, don’t worry!” he chuckled, sliding into the seat across from Seth. His posture was elegant but deliberately casual: spine straight against the backrest, arms crossed over his chest, legs stretched out to the side of the table. “Thank you for giving me a few minutes of your time. I know how busy are.” he said in a voice calm and smooth, mellow like honey. In his mind’s eye, Gabriel visualized his incubus mezmerising presence as a flame, its soft waves of comfort and allure rippling outward toward Seth. He wasn’t planning to seduce him, not yet, but he certainly wasn’t above using a little enhanced flirtation to get what he wanted. “You see, Seth… rumors travel fast around here, and I couldn’t help but notice how close you’ve become with my brother. Intimate dinners, trips abroad—the whole package.” His voice remained sweet as he ticked off each item on his list with the fingers of his right hand. “I’m happy for you, truly. But Cairo can be… intense, sometimes. Is he treating you alright?” Gabriel was taking the long way around the real issue, but he was ready to dissect every single word Seth chose in response.

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"Naw, I think they look fine," Seth reassured Dair. "You're all short and petit so it works with this style. You just look like a pretty girl with a lesbian haircut who goes to the gym." Maybe he wasn't helping much but Seth wasn't known well for being helpful unless he was getting paid for it. Then again, he was also the 6'2" guy not afraid to put on a dress and heels as evidenced by Valentine's Day.

He grinned lopsidedly, adjusting his tailcoat some as he accepted the compliment he knew to be fact. "Thanks, it's why I picked this. Thought I'd switch it up. Also none of the dresses really suited my tastes."

One of the things Alasdair hated the most about being unclaimed, was that anyone could get him put in any outfit they desired. Whoever had chosen the floor-length floral number he was currently rocking had a fucking death wish. Dair's displeasure was evident on his features, and also in the way he was tugging and adjusting the outfit every five seconds because it was beyond uncomfortable. It had been a struggle to even get him into it in the first place, with the nephilim battling against the guard who had been tasked with dressing him every step of the way. When he looked up to see Seth approaching him, Alasdair felt both relieved and embarrassed, giving the tribrid a little smile. "Hilarious. I have absolutely no idea who picked it out for me, but I hope they choke," he muttered, glancing down at the dress again. "Who the fuck thought this shit was a good idea? For me. My shoulders do not suit dresses," Dair sighed before taking in Seth's outfit. "At least you look good."

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"It sure is," Seth confirmed for Dante. He glanced over at the area designated for said games and hummed quietily. "I've not yet. Have you? Or is this you asked to play some of them with me? Fair warning, I don't know how." Except he might've figured out a little how to play croquet and Google was free to use on his phone in his pocket. Was a smart phone against the theme or..?

"I never watched it myself, but I saw some clips, I think. Is that the show with the guy tonguing a spoon that had everyone freaking out?" Period pieces weren't something that Dante would typically watch. The only one that he'd ever really bothered to see was a Pride and Prejudice movie and only because his cousin had wanted to watch it. "Thanks. Definitely a step up from the dress last time." Maybe Hunter was just getting bored with him enough that he'd leave him alone during parties. "You played any of the games they have set up outside?"

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"Yes, Briar Rose, that was it," Seth said with a snap of his fingers before pointing his index like a gun at the slave. Real one there for hitting him with that memory trigger. Now it was coming back to him more clearly. "Yeah, dude, you're welcome, glad I could help."

It wasn't at all subtle that Briar was inebriated, Seth smelling the alcohol on the other fae's breath every time he opened his mouth. The tribrid wasn't quite there yet but he might be gradually working to a nice cross fade. "Thank you," he beamed, adjusting his tailcoat a bit. He was quite proud of it. "Heat doesn't bother me so much these days. You, uh, you look pretty nice too."

Drunk or sober, the fae didn't take any offense to not being remembered right away. He was always understanding, and he knew he had an above average face memory than most so it wasn't the first time someone had asked him that when they ran into each other after the first meeting. "It's- yeah, it's Briar. Like Briar Rose," He nodded, giving a warm but lazy grin, eyes glassy from the drinks he had so far. "Thanks again for uh-" He hiccupped, covering his mouth with a short laugh, "For letting me hit your vape. It was appreciated, needed that honestly."

Unfortunately the already talkative seelie was double so when intoxicated, "Your outfits cool, you look good. Very on theme i'd say. Lucky it's not hot in here, right?" He grinned, laughing more to himself.