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a-door-able - Melita - 07-13-2024
It took Melita a great deal of time to track down who the hell Hawthorn was (i.e. she asked her uncle and knew within two minutes except literally a season later). But going off descriptions only helped so much, and it forced her to listen to traits and details, rather than just flickering and floating down the lane at the first spark of recognition.
And though not one to frequent any sort of brothel, just wasn’t her kind of thing, she knew she’d be safe within the House of Midnight’s lobby, watching and waiting. It did help to be invisible, settled nicely in a chair, feet propped on a stool. She could people watch for a bit, and no one had tried to sit on her yet – though that could’ve been because Fangorn was quite visible and on her lap and making rumbling noises.
Several came and went, flirting and ridiculous, and she was free to roll her eyes and make retching faces behind the veil of demigod incantations. Arms crossed, she leaned back further, continuing to study the door for a certain individual. Then she’d have to formulate the rest of her plot, but that’d be fine too.
RE: a-door-able - Hawthorn - 07-13-2024
Thorn has notoriously had this on and off again love hate relationship with the bartender this evening down in the lobby of the House of Midnight. And it’s that reason that guides him down, having just finished up with a client, showered, cleaned up and dressed again in a light, airy silver shirt, leaving not much to be imagined when it came to his torso.
As such, the first thing Melita will see is the cuff of thorns around a certain wrist, before the willowy courtesan slips through, offering a purring remark to a purveyor before drifting to slink into a seat by a particularly grumpy pumpkin — which was fucking weird, first of all, but he wasn’t in the business of controlling or handling lost companions or creatures.
So, taking a hand through his poofy hair, Thorn flashes his most dazzling smile to the bartender that both loves and hates him, asking for a mocktail, lounging halfway across the bar completely unaware of what awaits him.
RE: a-door-able - Melita - 07-14-2024
Aha, target sighted.
It’d been rather fortunate that she could watch him cross the room and sit directly next to her, even if it didn’t grant her the right opportunity with the whole door arrangement thing. She’d need to be clever and sneaky about the next aspects – which was a lot for the Honeybee.
Placing Fangorn down as she slipped out of her chair, yes it would look smooth and bizarre at the same time just roll with it, she paced her way over to the larger set of token apertures. Maybe she could lure him over? Opting to nudge at the companion bond instead of openly calling to the stranger, she asked the vampire gourd to do some of his own bidding.
The pumpkin looked around with his eerie eyes, and then seemingly shrugging (difficult to do without shoulders), he set about grumbling and rumbling to Hawthorn. And then launched off the chair, sidling closer to the door, and calling back to him. Almost a bit like a dog that wanted to show someone something.
RE: a-door-able - Hawthorn - 07-14-2024
With his back to Fangorn and his grumbling, he doesn’t notice the way the pumpkin seems to float off the chair. Neither does the bartender, with the playful flirting that comes with making Thorn a drink. In fact, he’s so caught up with it that he sips from it to down about half of it, praising compliments at making his favorite drink, before the sound of grumbling and rumbling starts to overtake just what Thorn is saying.
Noticing the look from the bartender and the confusion, Thorn twists to look at the pumpkin, trying to determine if it’s him the gourd is looking for – even going so far as to look behind him in case he was mistaken. Confused but curious, he glances around the space down here to see that nobody else seems to care about this vampire gourd in their midsts.
So he supposes it’s up to him. “[say]Yeah, yeah, I fuckin’ hear ya.[/say]” Thorn says with a sigh, taking one last sip of the drink before hopping off the barstool to follow the gourd toward the door, wondering what the fuck was going on.
RE: a-door-able - Melita - 07-14-2024
All right, well, it was a start. And Fangorn played his part beautifully, as ridiculous as it was. The pumpkin seemed utterly ecstatic the moment this Hawthorn fellow began to follow him, bounding upwards and over, looking back and forth, even extending several vines and wagging them about as if in a beckoning wave, inching and beckoning towards the door.
Closer. She just needed this dude a little bit closer.
Maybe she should’ve felt guilty for what was to come, but that emotion was rare for the impulsive Honeybee. This was something her herald had mapped out for her. Perhaps the youth simply needed more chaos in his life – how was she to know?
RE: a-door-able - Hawthorn - 07-14-2024
“[say]This is fuckin’ weird.[/say]” Thorn hisses under his breath, already feeling a stream of embarrassment by how excited this murderous looking pumpkin was that he was following. Why? Well, it hadn’t chosen anyone else, so the courtesan tries to reason that it’s decided to choose him based off the vine tattoos along his body. A kinship and all that.
And maybe that means that this pumpkin with too many teeth wouldn’t murder him behind the door. Right?
Right?
Taking a deep breath, he continues to follow the gourd who’s revealing plenty of urgency that he follow, and he crosses that threshold of the door with his seafoam gaze glued to Fangorn as stress bleeds into his veins that he can’t quite push away. "[say]I dunno what'ya think you're tryin' to do but.. S'really kinda weirdin' me out.[/say]" Thorn complains, a touch under his breath.
RE: a-door-able - Melita - 07-14-2024
Oh, and it’s about to get worse too.
Fangorn had been the most wonderful accomplice, for years now, but a burst of love and affection flickered from Honeybee to pumpkin the moment he insisted the younger man come closer and closer. In the meantime, Melita pressed herself against the frame, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.
Putting on a mask she’d found at a local shop, resembling Ludo’s but clearly very fake, it’d be the only visible part of her; not unlike a floating head/face combination. Taking in a deep breath, she stepped from behind the door, and Hawthorn, before letting loose a banshee cry directly into his ear.
And side-stepping around, so he’d have a great view of some truly bizarre fuckery, as she maneuvered straight to the front entrance of the brothel.
RE: a-door-able - Hawthorn - 07-14-2024
Absolutely prepared to be murdered the second he steps over the threshold – it isn’t entirely wrong as he takes that tentative step toward the gourd, focused so intensely on the orange shell of the creature, that he doesn’t notice the floating Ludo head immediately. If anything, Thorn hears the banshee cry, zinging in his ear and leaving it ringing, flinching as his hands come up and his air magic focuses on pushing whatever’s around him out, as he pops open his seafoam eyes and curses come spewing out of his lips.
All because his heart is trying to fall out of his ass. “[say]Frey’s fuckin’ tits, what fuckin’ shit ass Ludo fuckin' bullshit is this?!! Hey! Where're ya goin?![/say]” He all but gasps out, seeing nothing more than a floating head of red hair and a shitty Ludo mask for emphasis, darting and twirling and vanishing toward the entrance. And Thorn, with his stomach completely knotted up in his throat, sags against the doorframe, sucking in breaths like a fish out of water, all while the bartender behind the bar – the one that adores and loathes him – cackles like a maniac.
RE: a-door-able - Melita - 07-14-2024
Ah, the reaction was exactly what she wanted, and a depraved little cry and cackle echoed from behind the mask again. He could swear and churn and burn for all she cared; her amusements rang out as she flounced and floated over towards the entrance, ensuring Fangorn had ample time to evade and escape as she held the door open for him.
With a mocking wave he wouldn’t be able to see, the invisible and demonic Honeybee would skip on down the King’s End lane quite proud of herself – content with the chaos enacted for today.
With her new favorite term: Ludo bullshit.
[FIN <3]