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 Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2023 11:45 am
After Ambrogino, but not following him, came a rather rare specter for this sort of event. Bruno Hidalgo had not come to a gathering in some time. It was not his sort of scene. But there was reason to come to this one. Even if that reason had not yet presented itself. He wasn't wearing shoes, but then... did Bruno ever wear shoes? Probably not. He would have been much more at home with the horses that some of the Giovanni seemed to enjoy.
Or maybe in some tall grass. His own home, when he visited it, was a small bungalow in a jungle region. He liked the seclusion it offered, as well as the proximity to wildlife. But Bruno had always been more at home with plants and animals than with his own familia. Speaking of which... he caught sight of Angel wrapped up in some conversation with a few familiar faces, and decided to investigate the grounds instead.
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2023 12:39 pm
Regulus flashed her a fanged grin as he tilted his head just slightly. “Ah see you’ve figured out one of my guilty pleasures. Peaches.” He cuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. Quirking his own eyebrow at her. It had felt like they had been there for hours already but everytime he glanced at a clock only minutes passed. There was a heaviness in the air that was palpable. And while Regulus knew none of these people it was ohviohs who the ones in charge, for the most part, around here. It was obvious who aligned with who and who could do without the others. He might need a few whiskeys to get through the rest of the night. But the he also didn’t want to drink too much and make an a** out of himself either. Moderation. That was the key. Tilting his head at Francesca he smiled. “Pleasure to meet you.” Francesca gave Regulus a look over. A reeeeaalllyyyy long look over. He was hit. Gods how did Vespara have a hot beau too? It just wasn’t fair. Maybe she was getting too old to have hot guys take notice of her. Oh no, was she looking like a crypt keeper?! Was that her problem? Internally Francesca was spiraling inside but on the outside she merely smiled. “Oh he’s a nice one, Vespara. Better keep an eye on him or someone else might just snap him up.” She flicked her long nails before running them through her dark hair. She was so ready for this night to be over. Whhhhyyyyyy was she even here? She should have just stayed home wrapped up in her nice comfy robe and eat a pound of chocolate. “That’s so kind of you. I’ll take a cosmo.” Once she had put her order in her gaze returned to the room before them and all the bustling bodies. Soon there would be barely any room to stand. It was bad enough most of these big people sucked all the air out of the room. “Yea, you’d da think by now this show would get on the road.Some of us have to work tomorrow.” ——— He was glad to have her on his arm. Romeo had never had any dealings with the Puttanesca or required their services. So his only experience with them was with Eloise. But she didn’t seem as bad as the rumors made the family out to be. They were supposed to be shady, double dealing, hot headed scoundrels. But how anyone could think that of her…..that was just unfathomable to him. Romeo preferred to create his own opinions instead of listening to others who were often jaded. He always encouraged others to do the same as well. Rumors and talking about others behind their backs always seemed rather two faced to him. Perhaps he was naive in that aspect of the world but so far it had worked out for him well enough. “Good then I shall have you all to myself for now.” As if on cue another family member approached, greeting the young Machiavelli. Their greeting abash is out compliments and praise. And then it soon turned into a conversation about a business venture the other wws working on. They were trying to green if the family may have any interest. The conversation went back and forth for a rather long time. Every now and again Romeo would place his hand over the one Of her’s that still rested on his arm, giving it a light squeeze. Standing there without saying a word must have been difficult for her. Business talk was never any fun but Romeo was able to pepper in some small stories into the conversation as I’d he were trying to relate to the other vampire but in reality he was just trying to keep Eloisa from getting bored. As quickly as the conversation had started it was over. “Sorry, they just wanted to talk and talk forever didn’t they?” ——— Rainier had arrived at the gathering rather late. Work had kept him away several days now until he received a correspondence from the family head. There was a family dinner happening and while they would not be attending, Rain was required to. To at least represent the Koenig family. Being a smaller family they were spread far and wide and sometimes there were just events such as these that not all could attend. So if at least one was there that was enough. Then he could relay any pertinent information back to them. He was still part of the Koenig family afterall. Even if he worked for the Milliner family, or more so the family head. Even if they were engaged he had a foot in both. But no so secretly his loyalty mainly sat with the man who held his heart. He would continue working for his family as expected, grease some palms, stay on their good side. Rain didn’t want to duck anything up. He almost had already. As he entered the mansion he adjusted his suit jacket, swapping out his usual attire for something a bit more polished. He wore no shirt beneath the coat though leaving his chest and stomach slightly exposed. Black pants and a pair of nice looking black shoes. Rainier could clean up well if he wanted. He was already a gorgeous man and the suit just made it even more obvious. His gold gaze swept across the room looking for Ricco. If work hadn’t kept him busy he said he would be there also. But so far Rain hadn’t spotted him. That was fine, he could wait. In the mean time the Koenig wove his way through the growing crowd of vampires and mortals. Being here felt a bit suffocating. Luckily for him most wouldn’t give him a second glance. Outside of his family and the circles he ran with Rain was an enigma. An unknown. He rarely socialized with them as he had nothing in common with most. Unless they were hooked on Ashe then their business was his business. As he reached the bar he had to squeeze his lithe self in between a couple of people and flag down a bartender who was already frazzled from being swamped. Rain ordered two drinks. Might as well be prepared for when Ricco arrived.
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2023 6:13 pm
Vespara gave a little snort and smirk up at Regulus.
"Maybe there'll be peaches and cream for dessert..." she pondered innocently, peering up at him with a little hopeful look. She gave his waist a little squeeze, letting her claw tips drag loosely down his side. Nothing but innocence here, yep. There was food and drink aplenty... no one could ever claim her to be anything but sweet and sincere.
Peeking back at Francesca, she noticed the long look the ancilla gave her beau. And why shouldn't she look? He was all things a vampire ought to be -- fun, charming, intelligent, capable, tall, and exceedingly gorgeous. So he had no title, no rank, no clan... Didn't Vespara have all that, anyway? At least, she had some of it. She was still working on clawing her way up the ranks, and that would take time. The ambition was there... she just needed the power. And that was something Nonna was going to teach her.
"Grazi, Franceesca-- Ho tutte le intenzioni di tenerlo al guinzaglio stanotte," she grinned. It was a figure of speech but the idea of him collared was kind of nice, too. Maybe she'd manage that down the road, too. "I'll keep a close eye on him. Too many pretty ladies and handsome gents around to let him wander free." Not to mention that there were plenty in this room who might think he was simply a walking hors d'oeuvre.
"I suppose there's no rushing greatness," she mused, stealing a curious peek at the stairwell. All they could do was be patient and wait... something harder to do when your rank carried little weight or worth.
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Eloisa smiled as someone-or-other approached Romeo, and the two began to talk. At first she listened, trying hard to understand whatever it was they were talking about. Some sort of business, some sort of venture, blah, blah, blah. It wasn't that Eloisa didn't know business, but hers was in the business of hair, nails, wax, and broken bones, or ripped out tongues. The business Romeo and this other were talking about was actual business.
On more than one occasion her mind began to wander. Some of the conversation was quite dry, and that made for poor gossip material. Not that she planned on actually spilling any secrets about Romeo, but she was always looking for some fun story to remember--and it wasn't easy when the subject matter was bland. Thankfully, or at least coincidentally, Romeo would sprinkle in a story or two, which always brought back Eloisa's attention. It didn't occur to her that he was doing it for her benefit, but she was grateful Romeo at least was more interesting talking business than Signore Stuffy.
It was a little bit of torture not getting to talk. There was more than one instance she had an anecdote, or something she would have eagerly interrupted--and yet--she bit her tongue, and focused instead on Romeo's hands, or the dresses of the ladies passing by, or reminding herself that this was what she was supposed to be doing since no one here was looking for nail and hair tips.
On, and on, and on the conversation dragged.... This was probably the quietest Eloisa had been in decades -- but she wouldn't ruin it for Romeo. Nope. Ladies were meant to be seen and not heard, wasn't that how the saying went in these cases? But that itself was something Eloisa didn't prescribe.
Thankfully, the conversation eventually ended, and Eloisa turned her blue eyes back up at Romeo. Her smile, which had strained a little near the end there, returned all the brighter -- if not perhaps a touch relieved. "No, no, Signore-- it's all right. That's business, isn't it? However, I dare say your stories were far more interesting than whatever-it-was-he was rambling on about. But I don't mind... I know you're doing important work. How'd I do? Did I make for proper arm candy?" She asked, eyes bright with mirth.
"That said, not that it's any of my business, but I don't trust that guy. His aura's nothing but pea green -- not a good look, not at all," she commented quietly with a click of her tongue. She didn't actually expect Romeo to pay attention to it, but it was about the only thing she could contribute that was at all relevant. Maybe he knew all this too, but Eloisa did like to think she had a way of reading people.
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Business had held up Ricco longer than he'd thought it would, but he'd managed to successfully close a deal that would benefit the family greatly.
From private business onto family business, Ricco's entire night was booked solid, with most of tonight cleared for the Famiglia. As soon as he was able, he'd changed out of one Italian suit and into another. The suit he wore this night was custom tailored, specifically for the momentous occasion, with nary a wrinkle to be found. Every one was expected to look their best, and Ricco was no exception to the rule. His hair was combed back, his tie straightened, and his shoes waxed. Tonight, not a single hair was meant to be out of place -- and every Milliner had been reminded to do the family proud.
So it was, Ricco made his way to the party a bit later than some--but from the looks of things, it would hardly go noticed. Everyone was still mingling, some inside, some outside, some vampires, some mortals. His eyes drifted coolly over the crowd, making note of anyone he might have business to tend to, anyone he wished to avoid, and anyone on his List. Oh yes, Ricco Milliner had a list about a mile long of every slight against him or his family, and every individual on that list would get his in the end. Maybe not right away, maybe not anytime soon...but a Milliner never forgave, and most certainly never forgot. However, tonight was a night to focus on strengthening bonds, not tearing them apart.
Stepping into the Estate, his eyes immediately fell upon Claudius Giovanni and Vinny. They appeared to be talking to some mortal, another in the family he knew. His old numbers man -- hmph. He was surprised he hadn't been turned into a snack, but perhaps that was Vincenzo's doing. Would he greet his brother and his brother-in-law? .... perhaps. It would be rude to interrupt.
Teal and green eyes fell upon Edon Machiavelli -- while he'd heard rumor of his return, it was no less a surprise to see him in the flesh. Now that was a man whose good graces he'd much rather prefer to have than to go without. And the mourning widow Lady Della Passaglia wasn't far, either. Both seemed preoccupied, and Ricco had little by way of business with either specifically. That, of course, could change within the course of the night...
His eyes landed on Davide, talking to some woman, and while he knew not what they were discussing, he did give the Neonate a long look. Hopefully, the other was discussing some sort of business. The point of this gathering was less pleasure and more work.... and that was something Ricco could always sink his teeth into. Dante, Dante, Dante.... if one twin was here, the other had to be somewhere though he wasn't so concerned as to seek him out.
No.
Instead, someone had caught his eye across the room. A particular shock of dark-red hair, pale skin, and quite the outfit. Catching Rainier's eye, Riccardo only arched a brow. Oh, certainly did the Koenig clean up well--but the bare chest he spotted from beneath his jacket was a surprise. That would distract just about anyone from business or work at hand... and there would be more than a few set of eyes giving Rainier covetous looks.
....maybe he needed a drink.
While Riccardo could absolutely appreciate Rainier's choice of style, he seemed to purposefully offset Ricco's twenty layers, with nothing but a coat. Oh, he looked more than fine... but maybe that was the problem. Straightening out his own jacket--not that it was wrinkled or mussed in any way--he began to make his way over to Rainier...only to be stopped by someone coming over to say hello.
Ah, business. The one time he learned to loath it was when it got in the way of the one being he genuinely desired to socialize with.
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2023 8:55 pm
“Hmmmm that does sound tasty.” He mused. Eyeing her, his cyan gaze locking on her pretty face. Admiring her as she stop there chatting away with the other girl. The comment about the leash went unnoticed as he simply smiled to himself. Well there really wasn’t much else to do but stand about he supposed. Until this who show ol got on the road at least. The older girl laughed. “Literally or figuratively?” Francesca raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. She could see the way Vespara looked at him. There was a restrained hunger there and she felt a little bad for the younger girl. Having to be so controlled around that big hunk of a vampire Franny wouldn’t have been able to keep her hands off him either I’d he was her’s. “Greatness mmhmm. Greatness needs to get its butt in gear.” She mumbled it more to herself l. Standing around doing nothing was not the Puttanesca’s idea of a good time. We’re they trying to drive everyone to final death with this wait? ————- “Perfetta.” He smiled at her. She had been utterly perfect and Romeo knew how hard it must have been for her to remain silent while he talked. It wasn’t that he might not have liked her to spoken up however others could see it as a slight of her kind of butting into the conversation she had no business speaking about. He chuckled, patting her hand. “We’ll I’m glad you enjoyed them. The one about the whale? All true. And the tiny tribe people? Also true.” The conversations were fine, Romeo enjoyed talking business and scoping out new investments. Watching them grow and hearing about them. He just hopes he wouldn’t have too many more of these long conversations. But as soon as he thought ther another of the famiglia approached him. Secretly he wishes the dinner would get on with it. Flashing the lady a charming smile he squeezed Eloisa’s hand. They spoke at length again. Though not quite as long as the last. “Oh, before you go might I mention that my lovely lady here runs a very nice hair and nail salon. I’m sure they would love to give you a lovely set of nails or perhaps a fresh new hairstyle?” Grey eyes glanced at Eloise, he jerked his chin slightly encouraging her to speak with the lady to looked at her expectantly. ————— He had been watching the door intently. Scanning the faces and figures if everyone who came and went. Watching, of course, for a very specific dark haired vampire. As soon as he spotted him his chest grew right. It had been days since he had seen Ricco last and seeing him now brought back that feeling of longing, desire, a need. But on the outside Rainier was as composed as ever. A tall and slender figure among the crowd. Muscles that shifted beneath his coat with ever move her made. The corner of his mouth lifted as the Elder Milliner began to head his way but it was quickly replaced by a small frown as he was stopped by a member of the famiglia. Even here business never stopped. The bartender returned with the two drinks. Rain lingered still the bar, taking a drink out of one of the glasses in his hand. Burbon. It warmed his belly and made his throat tingle. His predatory yellow gaze never left Ricco. Pushing himself away from the bar he wove his way back through the crowd towards him but he didn’t approach except to wander by and plant the other glass in his hand into Ricco’s hand, Moving away, Rain lingered on a small perimeter waiting for his chance to swoop in and take up a bit of Ricco’s time. The Koenig knew better than to interrupt here. If they were back at his office that would be a different story. He had interrupted Ricco’s work plenty of times. An easy ring to accomplish. Idly he drank his drink, sucking in his bottom lip and playing with his lip ring.
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2023 2:39 pm
He was being good this time. So good. The longer he stayed in close vicinity to Angel, the stronger the urge to grab him and drag him off to some empty room they could lock themselves up in became. But no, this was a special day, with the return of their Disciple to consider, a Disciple that could make his appearance at any moment, though even Marcello could feel the power emanating from somewhere upstairs now, prickling like ants marching across his skin. It was becoming stronger, and his eyes flicked toward the stairs that led up to Augustus’s office, just in time to see his Sire, Ambrogino, disappearing up them. The sight of the Antediluvian made Marcello shudder internally, a bitter sense of distaste filling him before he looked back to Angel. A perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised when the other Elder spoke again, his word a much-needed distraction from the bad memories that threatened to flood the Rossellini. No? Marcello blinked slowly and then followed the Hidalgo’s gaze as it wandered, though as he turned to move away, the Elder grabbed for his wrist, perhaps harder than he meant to, claws pressing against flesh as he attempted to pull him closer, his jaw set. “ Don’t.” His gaze burned with heat, simmering with anger and something else. “There is always more when it comes to us. Always.” He hissed these words between his teeth, forgetting where they were and who might be watching. As if suddenly coming to the realization, he released the wrist from his grasp, flinging it away quickly as if the contact had burned him. “You know what I will do to them.” He warned, voice cold, as he stepped back, deciding to distance himself before he did anything else stupid. He was, of course, referring to anybody Angel gave a particular type of attention to where Marcello could see. He did not doubt for a moment that Angel was counting on it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2023 3:26 pm
Angel had gone to take a a step that would carry him away from this interaction when his wrist was grabbed. His pale gaze turning back to the Rossellini elder. It flicked down to the hand that help him there, pulling him in closer. It had been a long time since the lat time Marcello had touched him and his touch now elicited a reaction in his body that was the same and just as strong as when they were still together. His body was betraying him. But who was he kidding really? He studied Marcello for a moment before his wrist was released, rather roughly in fact. It amused him that Marcello was asking him not to do exactly what he had planned on doing. As he stepped back, Angel stepped in close. Maybe a bit closer than he should have given present company around them. But all anyone might surmise from this was that he had something to say to him that prying ears didn’t need to hear. Huffing a small laugh, his lips next to his ear barely brushed against it. Reaching up with a free hand he brushed a strand of stray hair away from Marcelo’s face and back behind his ear. Letting his hand linger there for maybe a few seconds longer than necessary. “Oh, Marcello…” He practically purred his name into his ear. “I’d expect nothing less.” And he wouldn’t. Stepping back he laughed, not as loud or as boisterous as it had been. “Besides, what are you going to do to stop me?” It was a challenge cut one he knew Marcello wouldn’t touch, not while they were here amongst the famiglia. If he did well, color the Hidalgo shocked.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2023 4:01 pm
Ricco looked about as thrilled with the encounter as one might expect--but then, when did he ever look happy? No, the Milliner was known for mastering the art of the scowl, and rarely looked pleased, even when he was closing a deal. It wasn't always personal. So it was with utmost patience, he took the time he needed to do a little business--even if there was a red-head that he wished to focus on.
It took all his willpower not to slip his arm about Rainier as he passed--but instead of catching the Koenig, he instead caught a drink. How considerate of Rain, especially given how seamless the exchange was. Of course, knowing he was so close, and he had no way to actually speak to him, to greet him, especially after all their time apart...
Well, what were a few more minutes. Torture, but....tonight was a big night. An important night and Ricco had no intention of insulting potential clients, or others in the Famiglia. Some time passed, before Ricco was able to wrap up his conversations -- a few smaller ones followed, and one or two he directed towards others in the family to handle.
When his glass was all but empty, he finally had a moments freedom. Without hesitation, he took the opportunity, and moved purposefully over to where Rainier had been lurking. He'd kept an eye on him throughout the exchanges, never wanting to lose sight of him completely. Bridging the distance between them, his stern and serious expression did soften. "Grazie per la bevanda," he thanked as he drew near, giving his empty glass a jingle. His eyes warmed just for him, drinking in his face, his jacket, and the body tucked away beneath in it.
Gods, but he was a sight for sore eyes.... and if they were anywhere but at the party, he'd be wildly kissing his hellos. Instead, he'd need behave, and keep his hands off until later. "My, but you clean up well -- who'd have guessed?" His words were quiet, teasing -- just for him. The way his eyes traced over every curve and dip, lingering on his bare chest and abs, it was very clear he approved. At least he'd worn a jacket, which was more than some of the famiglia could say.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2023 5:10 pm
The Koenig had done a few laps around the room while Ricco tended to his business. Curling round and round as if he were a shark that had smelt blood in the water. His gaze rarely leaving the spot where the Elder Milliner stood. If he moved Rain moved. A distant shadow that haunted his every step. What felt like ages passed and finally Ricco seemed to be wrapping up his conversations. A hopeful look in his eye as he turned around and began to head in his direction, his outer expression almost unreadable but Ricco knew where to look to find it. The way the corner of his mouth turned up slightly, his gaze which could be intense for some at times softened. But he made sure not to look too eager. “Prego.” He replied taking a sip of his own drink that was still more than half full. He had been so preoccupied with watching Ricco that it had gone mostly untouched until now. “How have you been, Meine Liebe?” It was easier to speak freely in his own language than of those around them. There were very few in this room who knew how to speak let alone understand. They had kept their engagement rather hush until things were in motion. Besides, the gossipers could talk if they wanted, they were simply two men catching up. But the ache to reach out and grab him, pull the other into a kiss was harder to ignore than perhaps he thought. He should have come back earlier like he had planned but such as it was. They had had little down time together between then and now. Later would come of course. Rain slipped his free hand into his coat pocket where, of no small surprise, he had a knife. Of course….he had roughly six of them sprinkled on his person. Not that he believed he would need one. It just felt more comfortable that way. Amusement flashing in his golden gaze. “Ich hätte dich fast nicht wiedererkannt mit deinen unaufgeregten Haaren.” Taking another sip from his glass he watched him over it’s rim. His line of sight broken only for a moment as someone moving up the stairs and not down caught his attention. “I figured I would at least put some effort in.” He flashed his love a fanged grin before his eyes flicked back to him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2023 7:01 pm
A party for the Giovanni family, a time for play and not work. It was a relaxing and fun time indeed when it came to Nico. Yet a touch hard at times not to check up on his Boss, he behaved and kept distance, instead enjoying the refreshments and poking a few random family members, his tail wagging. He didn't hide his upbeat and excitable personality around others, It could be annoying at times, but if someone told him to cool it, he'd try, at least around them.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2023 12:05 am
Edon watched Gabriele melt into the crowd with calm grey eyes, his blonde hair vanishing quickly enough. Now he could have Gigi's focus again. Her words sent a shiver up his spine. He wanted any excuse to touch her or be close to her and yet they had to keep a careful distance, even if they were still arm in arm. Anyone would be lucky to have the head of Della Passaglia on their arm, he himself felt beyond fortunate, and he would enjoy every second of his time spent in her company. Here or elsewhere. Though he was certainly glad to have her beside him now, it made the evening more of a celebration in his mind. Certainly the return of the Disciple was worth celebrating, it was long overdue, but having the woman he loved back beside him... nothing could compare. He felt a new presence, well a few of them anyway, and his eyes roved the crowd. He spotted a quick movement as Ambrogino ascended the stairs, a strange energy pulsing from somewhere up and further back, then the eyes. Edon glanced about, trying to pinpoint the source, he spotted the owner soon enough. The head of Milliner. So many old faces in the crowd. So much history. He made eye contact and politely inclined his head toward the male before he turned his attention back to the beauty at his side. A quiet laugh escaping him. "Be good, hmm? For an offer like that I will be the absolute best, Mia Cara." His eyes shimmered softly, the stormy color vibrant for a moment. In all honesty he was ready for this affair to begin. He knew the opportunity for business and mingling and making new contacts was prime tonight, yet all he wanted to do was dance with Gigi in the ballroom and have a lovely stroll with her through the indoor gardens or out by the beautiful lake with it's rainbow colored lights. There were plenty of romantic spots he could whisk her away to. Once they had fulfilled their obligations. "I do believe our host is being kept for some reason..." His expression was a trifle perplexed before he shrugged it off and finished his wine. "What do you say to a little break, hmm? A second glass of wine and perhaps somewhere we can sit and chat about... business for a time. At least until Augustus makes his appearance." The perfect excuse to hole up somewhere away from so many prying eyes.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2023 8:32 am
By now, it seemed the room had filled up even more. Old faces and new were popping up everywhere. There had always been many in their clan, more in some families than others for sure, but making them all wait like this in a crowded room was bound to ask for trouble someway, somehow. The Elder just hoped things would begin to pick up before something like that happened. Her gaze had wandered towards the stairs and the figure that ascended them. Ambrogino? Well that was a surprise to say the least. How long had it been since she’s even heard his name spoken let alone set her own eyes on him. Surely there was some particular reason for his arrival. Interesting. She began to wonder what the gossip pool would be saying about that. There was no denying that a strange power was coming from upstairs and her gaze lifted further to peer at the balcony then further still to the hallway that lead to all the offices upstairs. Her red lips pursing only momentarily. Gigi’s attention turned back to the handsome man she was attached to, in more ways than one and she flashed him an amused smirk. “Good. I’d hate to see what might happen if you were naughty.” Her voice was low, a tease within her veiled threar of a tease. “Or maybe you would like to find out.” Amusement sparkled in those brown eyes. While she was anxious to get this whole get together going she was enjoying her time with Edon. They had spent a significant amount of time together since his return and the air always felt empty when he was away. But tonight she had him in her clutches once again and she wasn’t one to waste an opportunity. “More wine, yes.” Her own glass had become quite lighter as time had progressed. “And I would love to discuss business with you, bello. Though I am curious to see what new business you might bring to my table.” Such as it was, Santino Hidalgo had been the last Hidalgo brother to arrive. Santino did not expect many of their clan to be there. Small as their family was. He was almost surprised by the fact that Angel had sent him a letter about the dinner and today. If it had been any other April Fourth the middle brother probably would not have eft his desert home, seeing as how their Disciple, whom he had only heard stories of and never met, was awake he figured now would be an opportune time to follow his brother’s heed and show up. Wouldn’t Angel be surprised? The young Hidalgo had finally made it to the estate grounds. So many of the famiglia were here already. Was that…..Bruno? An amused look flashed in his eyes. He had not seen his baby brother in…..well a very very long time. Which was par for the course of the brothers to be honest. They were close but moved their own lives accordingly. Although he did receive letters from Angel from time to time, never a “Hey how are you?” type letter aleays dry and full of information he may need to know. Hm. Well he wasn’t going to chase down Bruno when he first needed to find Angel. The red head made his way down the path and through the front doors of the mansion and was instantly overwhelmed by the decadence of this place. His own haven quite wild and unkempt compared to the glittering chandeliers and spotless floors. Santino’s pale gold eyes swept across the room. It was not hard to pick Angel out of this crowd. Like him and Bruno, Angel stuck out like a sore thumb. Bright colors and a wildness about him. Glad to see that the Elder brother there and….. Marcello…..The Ancilla’s lips drew into a line as he spotted the Rosselini Elder just as he had grabbed Angel by the wrist. As far as Santino knew they were off again in this century. The Rossellini was a constant thorn in his brother’s side. One the Elder Hidalgo had trouble plucking from his skin. Well….Santino could most certainly help with that…. …..but then his attention was caught by a shock of bright purple hair. Hair he had only recently become familiar with. A chance meeting but one that had produced quite a few developments. But the still figure that the hair belonged to was moving in the opposite direction as his brother. Santino glancred at Angel. Glanced at Armando. Glanced back at Angel. Glaaaaaannnccced back at Armando before he made up his mind. His brother could wait. It’s not like he had much important to say to him. A sparkle of mischief twinkled in his eye as he wove his way through the crowd to follow Armando to wherever he was leading. The tall male had slipped into a almost completely dark room. Santino slipped into the cover of darkness, silently making his way to where he had last seen him. Eyes instantly adjusting to the darkness, it’s not like he really needed light to see him. “You know…” Came his voice from the inky shadows. “Drinking is much more fun when you do it with others, amante.” His voice practically purred the word.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2023 10:57 pm
The whisper of breath against his ear, the feel of Angel's fingers in his hair if only briefly, the sound of his hushed, deep voice in such close proximity that they might as well have thrown all pretenses out the window. Anybody could be watching. In fact, it was guaranteed that several were, all while Marcello felt a wretched turmoil of emotions bubble up inside of him. Excitement, of course, because how could he deny the way the Hidalgo made him feel, now and often in the past? It was foolish to even pretend otherwise. A dark thrill at the unspoken challenge because it was a gift, of sorts. At least to Marcello, it was. The promise of blood to be spilled, of anguished screams, and perhaps equal in his desire for the Hidalgo Elder was his yearning to inflict pain upon others. But greater than that was his anger, which flashed brightly in his eyes and set his mouth in a firm line. Angel was taunting him and would continue to do so openly in front of everyone. He'd already said as much. And he topped it all off with a second challenge that he knew Marcello could not act upon. Not here. Not now. He clenched his teeth in response, the muscle in his jaw flexing, gaze darkening as the other vampire stepped away, his chin tilting down as he fixed Angel with the full intensity of his displeasure. Perhaps approaching him was a mistake. Maybe what they had was better left in the past this time. It did not appear that Angel had changed at all, and Marcello's patience was already waning thin, despite having only been in the other Elder's presence but a few brief moments. And yet the Rossellini could not find it within himself to dismiss him. He'd meant what he'd said. There was always more when it came to them. As vexing as Angel could be, as brutal and heated as the invertible breakups always were, they always came back to his moment, a standoff between them. Who would make the first move? Who usually did? His memory on the matter was hazy. Well, what did it matter? The point was where they always ended up, not how they had gotten there. Marcello licked his bottom lip, sucking it in slowly, biting down on it with his teeth, head tilting just slightly as if pondering something, though his gaze was still dark. And then he suddenly smiled, a slow upturn of his lips as he released the bottom one from his teeth, a low chuckle of his own rumbling up from his chest. "What do you want me to do, Angelo? Hm? Tell me, and I just may."
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2023 12:59 am
Ricco allowed himself to focus on Rainier, quietly drinking in his visage now that he was up close. That jacket of his really did fit him well, and it pleased him all the more to know that it was all his. The two of them had been done business for some time, and while there were certain individuals who might have been vaguely aware of what some of those arrangements entailed, Ricco generally kept much of his life private. This included his recent engagement to the Koenig, which took a bit more back-and-forth with the Koenig had hoped.
But he had been successful in squaring it with the Head of the smaller House while Ricco had been away -- and that was good news he couldn't wait to share. "Busy, as usual," he replied. "Besser, jetzt wo du hier bist," he added quietly, for Rainier and Rainier alone. Work had kept him busy, Ricco had found their time apart surprisingly difficult. The course of his life had completely changed recently, and only one other person in this room knew.
He watched as Rain's hand slipped into his coat pocket, the pose familiar to anyone who spent any amount of time around the red-head. His reply did have Ricco arch a brow, and the faintest smile crossed his features. Perhaps if it had just been the two of them, he would have laughed, but he was anything but relaxed tonight. There was something in the air, and too many of the clan in one space to feel at ease. "Vielleicht bekomme ich später heute Abend die Gelegenheit, Ihnen bekannter vorzukommen."
The temptation to reach out and pull him closer by his jacket was strong. To run his claws up every curve of that bare chest, and feel him in his arms once more... But they would both need wait. For the first time in ages, he had something more interesting before him than business. "Minimal effort is more like it," he commented dryly, giving a small snort. Though his expression was grim as ever, Rainier saw the shift of an eyebrow, and the flash of amused mirth behind that gaze.
"Your business concluded successfully, I take it?" Ricco asked, setting his empty glass on a passing tray.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2023 2:02 pm
Angel watched him, watched him struggle with his emotions. He took moderate pleasure in watching Marcello squirm, but that was the sadist within. Other’s pain, whether physical or mental, always sent a thrill through him when he could witness it. But the Hidalgo mulled over those words. There was always more with them. He wondered just how much more there would be with them this time. There was no doubt in his mind that something would the question would be what. Some of the same old same old or perhaps they would forge something new. Only time would tell. It wasn’t like he hadn’t missed Marcello, no, quite the opposite. Angel had found himself drawn back to him now that he had seen the other Elder after all these years. A wave of possessiveness washed over him. What he did, he did to rile the arossellini. It was a game they often played and it seemed like they would be playing it again once more. Both could be stubborn and usually it took someone debasing themselves to get anywhere. Was it his turn now? His expression softened but only for a brief moment as that wild glint in his eye returned at Marcelo’s question. His name rolling off his tongue like velvet caused a thrill to run up his spine. “Make them scream for me. I want to hear the sweet music that you make again, amante. I have missed it and you.” His voice was low once more as he put forth his request. That was the truth, he had missed the Rossellini, whether or not he had missed Angel was besides the point. Seeing him now, here, stired up feelings he had pushed aside for so long but he could no longer ifgnore. Not when he was so close.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2023 3:00 pm
Of course business for Ricco has been busy. When he was at work it seemed like he had always been swamped. But the Koenig knew that he enjoyed it, it’s where he thrived and there was little that could pull him away from it. Except for Rainier. Ricco always made time for him if he dropped by. But then when Rain wasn’t busy running errands and handling business himself he had spent more time at the office. Sometimes just hanging out until the Milliner could take a little pause in his work. Rain new thar the Elder had been working on a deal with the Koenig head. As for how it had gone he was unaware. But once Ricco shared the news I’d his access he would be thrilled for sure. The Koenig head could be quite difficult at times and whatever deal Ricco had made with him had to be something spectacular for him to agree. The corner of his mouth turned upwards at his response. “Ich freue mich darauf, dann meine Zunge mit deinem Körper vertraut zu machen.” And he would. He quietly yearned to run his tongue along Ricco’s skin. To taste him and relish in his flavor. To run bjs hands over every dip and curve. He could feel the fire in his belly spark to life but he tried his best not to fan the flames. At least too much. Later would certainly be the time he’d take Ricco and show him just how much he had missed the Milliner. “Of course. Only a little hang up but then they decided to see it my way.” He flashed a fanged grin. Rainier, to be Frank, took great oleasure in his work. If someone was difficult all he had to do was apply a little pressure or perhaps separate the offender from a body part. Usually that made them see if his way. “I am just glad to be home. “Dich nach so langer Zeit zu sehen, meine Liebe, bereitet mir große Freude.”
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