happy holidays { open }

[disasdeer]

A HOLIDAY PARTY

I. Arrival

There were postings around town, and fliers going out around the end of November. The holiday party starts early evening, December 1, thanks to the help of several hands. They had worked for a couple of days prior to the start to get the large ballroom decorated to everyone's liking. He had rented out a large ballroom, and started decorating the day before, adding finishing touches early on the day of. Everyone was invited - and while there's no real dress code posted, everyone is invited to dress their best for the sake of the party.

When one approaches the building, there's a clear set of rules posted outside written in neat script:

There's only a few easy rules to ensure everyone enjoys their night:

One, no fighting - if you have to - please take it outside.
Two, no weapons on the premises.
Three, all children under the age of sixteen must leave before nine in the evening.

Welcome in. Grab a mask if you want - or don't - and join the party.

II. Welcome In

When walking through the entrance, the first thing that is easy to notice is how it is decorated. It has the colors of the holidays - red, green, blue, white. It’s mostly deeper shades with pops of brighter shades of the color. On the right of the entryway there is a table with a dark blue cloth over it. On top of it is a wide array of masks - different styles, shapes, sizes. Whatever their heart may desire, you can find here. Masks are, of course, optional! But who doesn’t love a great masquerade?

Above it is a sign that says Yours to Keep - so they may keep whatever masks they pick up.

Next to it is a large book with lined paper where people can drop a short message about the winter holiday they celebrate at home - their favorite part, how they celebrate, anything they'd like to share with other people! This will be picked up at the end of the party.

Not much further ahead is a dancefloor to the left - spacious as ever. To the right is catering - set up as an elaborate display of food and tables arranged so people can sit and eat. There’s food from a variety of places, including Golden Silence. They’ll find not only savory foods, but sweet desserts. In the back corner, not far from the food is a bartender, who is happily serving free drinks for anyone of drinking age.

Past the bar is a hallway with a couple of private rooms. These rooms are quiet - with none of the noise of the party being able to reach them. They're perfect for stepping away from the party for just a few moments of peace and quiet. In this rooms, there's decks of cards and a few simple board games. Each room can hold up to four people and can be locked from the inside.

Don't worry - there's signs posted everywhere so they'll will be able to find what they're looking for.

III. With So Much To Do

A. Dance the Night Away

The music at the party is provided by a variety of individuals. Various talents have been invited through the night, even! If no one is set to perform, there's a playlist set to play. The music goes on non-stop and the styles that will be played will vary. Most of the songs will be fairly upbeat through the night. Some of them are slower paced - so pick a partner and dance.

B. Mistletoe

Throughout the venue there's going to be mistletoe set up in a few spots throughout the building. The spots they're hanging are easy to identify. Most doorways have mistletoe hanging from them. There's also a few prime spots where there's some hanging - such as the corner not far from the bar. It's a perfect place to steal a kiss.

B. Charity Raffle

Near the food, there's a sign directing people to participate and purchase tickets for the charity raffle for a few prizes for people. There's donations (or things purchased) from a few businesses around Camelot. All funds raised from the Charity will go towards helping everyone who lost things during the events with Celliwig/Lestari. There's a variety of things: brunch for two, a date package, opportunities to learn a new skill, and other experiences. Several prizes will be raffled off, and people may purchase as many tickets as they want.

IV. Late at Night

After 9 in the evening, the entire feeling of the party changes. The lights get lower and glowsticks become available just off of the dance floor where they weren't earlier in the night. The music remains upbeat, though there's no performers for this part of the evening - only a playlist cycling through a variety of songs. This is a perfect time to grab a partner for a dance, or grab a drink. There's no real end of the night in sight, people are welcome to stay as long they'd like - even into the next morning if they should want.

Just be sure they're out by lunch the next day when clean-up starts.

Some quick ooc notes:

Anyone is free to assume their character participated in helping decorate.

Anyone who is a musician may get a short time slot to perform (15-30 minutes).

Feel free to have your character win anything from the raffle if you want - I'm not particular here!

Please mark anything NSFW as such in subject lines.

Have any questions? Drop one in my question thread!

Comments

[hor]

[ Horus's magics weren't quite enough to keep him afloat and without his godly strength, a fall off a roof would likely leave him at least in a hospital's care, though he does wonder if Walter would care for him himself in that case. It's more a passing thought than any expectation though, as he doesn't think Walter will actually throw him from a building over a little rough housing. Horus is pretty decent at finding, toeing, and crossing lines. Often on purpose. And he's proven right when he's set down, letting go of Walter but reaching out to touch and twist a few strands of his hair with a hum. ]

Better decide quickly or I'll decide for you.

[ Horus leans down slightly to put their faces closer, a small smirk on his lips. He has about two seconds before Horus takes control of the situation. That's all the leeway he can offer. ]

[angel_of_death]

[The ultimatum elicits a pleased smirk, said two seconds spent by Walter running gloved fingertips up the lines of Horus' garments. The touch to his hair alluring, their proximity enticing, the young human's heartrate picks up in anticipation.

As time runs out, fingers pause to entwine into the fabric.

Walter tugs, drawing the older boy down as he tips his head to seize Horus' lips with an eager kiss.]

[hor]

[ Horus wouldn't have minded at all if Walter had waited on him. But Horus not having a choice in that he needs to be in control of every situation ultimately means that the only way he can truly choose for himself is to willingly concede control to someone else. To give someone else an ultimatum over an act with him means their choice is because he's exerted power. It's convoluted the way he feels a sense of both relief and excitement in Walter grabbing his hair, taking advantage of the choice being yielded to him to be the forward one in a kiss with not only a god, but the future king. Such thoughts of power dynamics and how incredibly attractive it is that Walter is so damn impudent in the face of them only last for a brief moment as his thoughts turn to the kiss, the way Walter's lips feel against his.

The boy's inexperienced, but passion goes a long way. Horus tightens his fingers in Walter's hair, enjoying the eagerness for just a moment before pushing forward both with his body and his lips. He moves to pin Walter to the wall, ultimately taking the control he's supposed to, and intending on giving Walter not just his first kiss, but one that will take his breath away and leave a lasting impression. ]

[angel_of_death]

[Walter lets out a soft gasp in response, blood warm and buzzing in his veins as it rises to colour his cheeks. Euphoria clouds his senses, and he allows the move, back pressing against the wall as he drops one hand to wrap around Horus' waist to hold him close.

Dimly, it registers in the back of his mind that Horus has done what he initially planned on doing. But, he finds he doesn't care; he's perfectly content with the way things have turned out. Only... he rather wishes the masks were gone at this point. They're a little bit in the way.

This thought in mind, he releases his grip on Horus' front, tightening his hold around the god's waist as he reaches up with every intention of removing that cumbersome mask, certain that his nimble fingers can make quick work of undoing the tie.]

[hor]

[ Horus breaks his lips away from the kiss when he realizes what Walter is trying to do, a puff of mirthful laughter leaving his lips as he draws back just enough to lift the rather substantially sized mask off of his own face now that Walter's untied it. ]

You didn't want your first kiss to be impossibly memorable?

[ Getting kissed by a mouth sticking out of a giant bird mask... definitely a story, anyway. ]

[angel_of_death]

[A sound of protest stirs in Walter's throat, lips pressing together in a small frown. Horus isn't making any sense; in what way could kissing him possibly not be memorable?]

It was in the way.

[Any attempt at kissing more deeply would have surely been foiled. It was an obstacle.]

[hor]

[ he's teasing him. Horus reaches up to take Walter's off and sets them both on the floor next to him. ]

It was. Close your eyes.

[ He's about to get Frenched so long as he listens. Though Horus certainly doesn't know to call it that. ]

[angel_of_death]

[Unmasked, Walter holds Horus' gaze for two seconds following, dark blue peering intently in a study of features before the obsidian of his lashes veil his closing eyes.

He does not know what is coming, but as he stands still on the snow-covered roof, he relaxes his limbs, choosing to trust.]

[hor]

[ Trust will get him will rewarded. Horus cups his hand around Walter's cheek before he takes his lips again, his free hand posting against the wall behind the younger man as he takes his lips, this time immediately plunging his tongue into his mouth and ravaging it heatedly, exploring every nook and cranny until he's either enjoyed the whole of it or Walter runs out of breath and bades him release.]

[angel_of_death]

[The hand against Walter's cheek sends a wave of electric bliss sparking through him, the sensation running along neurons and branching this way and that. He takes a breath just as Horus presses forth with his tongue, the result being no resistance those first seconds his mouth is ravenously plundered.

It's wet. Hot. He isn't quite sure what to make of the sensation, the insistent pressure. But the touch to his cheek feels heavenly, and he leans into it, brushing against the skin of Horus' palm as his hands find purchase on he taller boy's hips, squeezing as he gently closes his mouth around the intruding tongue, pressing it between his lips to hinder its movement as he licks back, exploring the contours of his invader.]

[hor]

[ Horus releases a purr of a moan as Walter sucks on his tongue, chuckling softly against his lips after before stopping the kiss again. The kiss lasts for only a minute, but it feels like somehow much longer and too short. Horus doesn't paint Walter as the type to want to go further than this on a rooftop, so he doesn't want to get either of them too worked up, so it needs to remain just at this delicious kiss. ]

That's enough.

[angel_of_death]

[Heart fluttering in his chest, Walter lingers a moment, hands lightly resting on Horus' hips, before pulling away. Taking a step back, he ducks his head behind the back of his hand, discretely dabbing away the wetness from his lips, cheeks still very much flushed.]

...I can't stay much longer.

[9 p.m. is much too close. After that, the older youths and adults get to have their adult time.

The unfairness of it still stings, but he does his best to be mature about it.]

Dance with me once before I have to go?

[hor]

Someday.

[ It's a reminder that Walter is younger, yes, but Horus doesn't think of him as less mature in the ways that count. Sure, there are some ways in which Walter is still youthful, but much the same ways Horus is, if less experienced. Horus certainly caused more of a ruckus than he had. ]

Of course. I have practiced on my own, I shouldn't hold you back this time.

[angel_of_death]

[Someday. He smiles thinly, a little fond.

Someday, when Walter is deemed old enough, he'll avoid the partying anyway. He'll slip away, if merely a guest, or, if attending as a servant, fulfil that role dutifully.

He will never be the life of the party. But he enjoys spending time with his friend.

Extending his arms, he offers his hands for taking, and asks:]

Which role would you like? The leader, or the follower?

[No one is watching. They're alone on this rooftop, the moon and the night sky their backdrop, the music from inside softly filtering through the air; muffled by the walls, but still audible.]

[hor]

[ Even if no one is watching, Horus knows he can't let his guard down. Even if it's just Walter. Because it's just Walter, maybe. He is a friend, one of the first he's had who aren't related to him in some way. They are not tied by family or fate or anything other than the fact that they like each other. And yet, he is human, and Horus is a god, and that means he has a responsibility not to show vulnerability. ]

I am always the lead, Walter.

[ It's an answer, but not to the question asked. It's fine. He holds out his hand for Walter to take instead, implying Walter should take his, not the other way around. ]

[angel_of_death]

[Without hesitation, Walter adapts, taking hold of the hand offered to him and settling into the closed position.]

Pity.

[He thinks it would be fun to switch roles mid-dance. But if Horus insists, he will either have to accept on his terms or decline.

He'll let Horus show his skills tonight.]

[hor]

Pity?

[ Horus laughs slightly, his voice quiet in spite of it now that they're close, and he pulls Walter closer for the first dance. ]

I don't think anyone's ever said that to me before. Why?

[angel_of_death]

[Walter falls in close, movement fluid, natural as he regard Horus with a beguiling smile.]

In some dances, the following role is able to do more elaborate moves than the leader. And I personally find changing things up to be thrilling. Can't you tell?

[Horus may be a god, but Walter is also male, and it isn't precisely common for those of the masculine persuasion in his time to be comfortable taking the following role simply for the fact that it is the role typically assigned to women. Yet, Walter doesn't mind at all.]

[hor]

You're adaptable and one of the more impertinent humans I've met, it's true.

[ He lets out a little laugh. ]

Dominance is important for gods. If Ra believes I am submissive, even without losing to Set I may lose my right to the throne.

[angel_of_death]

[Adaptable. Impertinent. Walter's mouth curves into an amused smirk at the words, eyes solely on Horus.]

It sounds like Lord Ra has never known what it is like to have an equal partnership.

[hor]

I haven't hung around him much to say for sure.

[ Being the banished prince and all. ] Lord Great Great Grandfather was the one who decided my parents would marry and create me, so maybe he did want an equal one day.

[ He laughs. He knows he's being impudent and he'd definitely get scolded for that comment. But whatever happened, Ra said it was fine and didn't intervene despite being oh-so-powerful. He didn't interfere with how his family treated Set, he didn't interfere with his father's death, he didn't interfere with his banishment. He has to respect the old man's word, but that doesn't mean he's going to fully revere him as above himself. ]

[angel_of_death]

[There is something sad about two people effectively being ordered to marry and have a child... The sobering thought dims Walter's smile, though his gaze remains fond.]

Perhaps he shall learn something from you someday.

[hor]

[ Horus doesn't think about that, honestly. It's possible that Ra will also decide who he is to marry someday, once someone is deemed worthy to continue the royal line after Horus takes Set's place on the throne.

Horus goes to dip him in their dance, deep and low. ]

You flatter me.

[angel_of_death]

[Walter follows his lead, back arching into a steep curve, though he keeps his legs tense, ready to carry his own weight in the event Horus does not quite have a handle on the manoeuvre, else risk tumbling together onto the snow-dusted rooftop.]

If you can learn something from me, I am sure he can learn something from you.

[hor]

[ He manages to pull it off, his back foot stretching further back to accomodate for their icy terrain and maintain the balance. Walter can probably feel him shivering when he pulls him back up though. Traditional Egyptian garb like what he's wearing now may cover more than normal, but it's still light and airy. Absolutely fine for inside and nowhere near the dire circumstances of November, however. In fact, despite the shivering, the up from the dip is so smooth that he almost is lip-to-lip with Walter again... but doesn't kiss him. Instead he smiles. ]

I should go fix the holes before someone finds them.

[ See? When Walter is sweet, so is he. He'll go fix the thing he got in trouble for in the first place. He doesn't comment on whether or not he thinks Ra will learn from him. From what he understands, Ra gets what he wants. Perhaps it's genetic. ]