H--He was laughing?! The grimm's shoulder's slumped in absolute relief as the man before him smiled. So it was okay. It was alright. He was scared for a second there. Eti always had a habit of going off the rails over the slightest little thing. Like, how could he have known about hand washing dishes?! Maids and butlers were there for a reason! Then again...Eti was so poor that he didn't have one huh? His eyes widened at the realization."Do you want a maid?" he tilted his head, one ear flickering as he completely went side tracked.
And totally didn't expect the kiss that followed afterwards. His knees went weak, nearly buckling underneath his weight. It felt like he could fly, taste the sun, reach the stars and go above and beyond the galaxy. Love had to be some sort of secret potion the gods and goddesses gave to them secretely. He sure was struck. "I--." he licked his lips, his glazed over gaze focusing on Eti's. "Yeah, you do taste pretty great." Color washed from his face. Was he becoming a cannibal? He grabbed a lollipop from a nearby stand and licked it, before leaning down towards Eti. "Let's try it again."
Was there a rehab for liking your own mate's lips?
"Trick or treat!" they shouted, and they looked at each other and giggled as the door swung open.
Another random old lady gave a happy 'awww look at you guys' and handed treats out for the pair.
When they walked off, they checked with each other again. Misa held out a cute ghostie for Jocelyn to see.
Jocelyn really liked that one that Misa got that night. She looked to see what was given to her and saw a lively squirmy rat with batwings. "Oh wow. That's so cool!" and she already had forgotten that she got tricked and was given a stupid rock along with the familiar.
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What's inside their buckets?
things for Misa -
things for Jocelyn -
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Total treats gathered 04
- 02 oct = given to Jocelyn - 03 oct = given to Misa & Jocelyn - 04 oct = given to Misa
With one treat bagged, the small freshling continued on his way to see the rest of the sights. But the delicious treats kept pulling Tahir's attention, making him draw to said booths at each stop he came across.
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With one treat obtained, Honeycrisp was excited to sample what ever else was on display. He took his time wandering around, antenna twitching this way and that from the sounds or sights that were flashy and extravagant. Ah, but what was this? A bubbling cauldron that was serving up... liquids of some kind? Tottering closer to take a peek, he was handed a bottle of something that smelled yummy!
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Cure looked so handsome too in his costume, but... Cure always looked so handsome. It was safe to say that his mind was going the same route as his lover... that strong, warm arm wrapping around his tiny waist had him nuzzling against the built torso of his partner, blissfully oblivious to quite a few wandering eyes that were gravitating towards him... only to be cast away when Cure would notice them.
Oh but the child that bumped into them also had a companion that was chasing after them. But this second child seemed irritated, growling and stamping their feet, before just hazardly chucking a small plush into Plague's bucket with disgust... as if it were being tossed into the trash.
'Grrrr! I HATE! PINK!' the irate child yelled, before storming after the first child with a vengeance.
So surprised, Plague watched the pair zoom off, before peering into his bucket to spy an adorable fluffy pink bat plush. Instantly his eyes sparkled with glee, and he reached in to pull it out. Fawning over it, his attention was immediately torn up to find Cure's face, his own flushed bright red at the remark. Their own children... Awestruck, a small nod was given, and a bashful smile, "Yes, me too... It will be fun to see what they like, and what they may be wary of." his tail flicked and curled happily behind him at the prospect. He truly couldn't wait to have little ones with Cure~
Caspian looked longingly at all of the plushies that were littered throughout the festival. They had tried for a few, but they hadn't been able to win any of the games, and was pouting a bit on a bench, wondering if they should stay or go home. Sure, Caspian could have gone and gotten more candy or another one of the little ghosts, but there was only so many they could take! And they didn't have many places to put little ghosties! But they could always make room for plushies!
They felt like crying a little, be their manager had told them that they had to learn how to control that better so that they could be a successful model, and Caspian sighed. Maybe they shouldn't have skipped that photoshoot today. But their manager had cancelled it saying that Caspian needed to get out and learn to be less nervous in crowds... Caspian just felt like pouting now though as they sat on the bench.
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Still no sign of the target. She thought to herself, getting a bit more discouraged. She wouldn't lose anything if she couldn't complete the job, but she would still feel like a failure if she wasn't able to do it. What kind of thief could she call herself if she wasn't even able to find the victim let alone pickpocket them?!
Since she was feeling so bad about herself, she decided that she would indulge by getting another little ghost. Though she really wished she could get one of the plushes. Her Nezubats would have loved them. Her fennikit would have just torn the plush apart though. Nothing ever survived once it had gotten into those jaws.
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Albert looked longingly at another table full of treats. He had already had the candy floss that he had gotten, and had desperately wanted something else, but first of all none of them were chocolate, which he was pretty sure went against candy law somehow, but also there was nothing to drown the sweetness away unless...
He had to wander around the festival grounds for a bit, until he finally spotted a small coffee stand that also served tea and ordered a caffeine-free extremely bitter tea to wash out the taste of candy floss that was still in his mouth. He had to find a bench to sit down and enjoy it though, as one should never just down tea without considering it. After he had been able to sufficiently taste it though, he got up and wandered around to see what else he could get his hands on.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2018 7:14 pm
Brion had been observing others at the festival, wondering what may have been the most popular thing to go to so that he could join in and try it, but some of the game vendors caught his attention, and he had walked over to one and had tried to win some prizes a couple of times, but had been unable, and had stopped for the moment, since he knew that it would be a bad idea to continue and waste his money if he wasn't going to win a prize for sure.
Instead he continued to wander, just taking in the sites and observing how the others reacted. He had heard that there may have been some sort of 'haunted house' nearby, but why he couldn't understand why others would subject themselves to something that terrified them. Though he didn't know what terror was, he had heard that being terrified wasn't a good emotion. So he was confused as to why others would want that emotion on purpose.
Other races were weird according to what he had learned so far.
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Gale was still wandering around the festival, trying to see if there were any vendors that had anything to do with magic or with tailoring of sorts, and pouted when he was unable to find any. Honestly what kind of Haunted Hallows festival was this?! At least half the visitors should have been turned into various familiars now at the very least! It was sooooo boring here!
He continued to pout but made his way over to a small vendors table and looked at what was on there. The only thing that looked even remotely interesting to him was whatever were in the bottles, and so he paid for one and put it in his bucket. But really, what did he come here for?
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Jay was still stomping a bit, but a little less now that they had gotten into the full swing of the festival. If their siblings came, then cool. Then they could get on their case. But it was no use being angry now since they certainly couldn't control their siblings. They would just have to wait for them to come back.
Jay then spotted another game, this one making the player roll and then have the ball bounce into a certain hole, with the holes marked with various points, the middle of which would give a familiar as a prize. But Jay wasn't interested in that. They were more interested in getting one of the plushies. After what seemed like an eternity, but was only about 7 tries, Jay finally got the ball into the right hole, having had to decline all of the other prizes when they kept going into the middle one on accident.
Jay picked out a nezubat plush and stuck it in their bucket, thinking of perhaps giving it to one of their siblings, if they ever showed up. They would of course, but that didn't mean that Jay had to give it to them.
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There didn't seem to be too much to do at this game except for maybe a few games and others, which Loren wasn't really interested in. They were hoping for at least something perhaps like a Haunted House or some more clothing vendors or something. But even with this big of a festival, they hadn't seemed to allow more independent vendors into it. From what Loren had seen so far. They hadn't actually been around the entire festival grounds yet, but it had made them sit for a bit to play a game on their phone just to take a break from all of the wandering.
”I don’t even know what the kids are dressed up as,” he replied in a broken sob, feeling even worse. By the nine, he was an awful husband and parent. He wasn’t even there to dress up their children! Surely, Prosper will leave him for this. Or he won’t, which may be worse. Prosper may be the type to stick to his vow, no matter how he felt. He could be stuck in a marriage with someone he didn’t love. Or worse, someone he was growing to dislike. He didn’t like people crying, either. Gemini tried to stop the tears, sucking in deep breaths, not wanting Prosper to be sick of him. But the harder he tried, the more the tears wanted to escape. The knot in his throat and chest seemed to swell and he was finding it hard to breathe. He was so focused on trying to breathe that he didn’t even notice the cotton candy. Deities, he needed to calm down, he was making a scene. Somehow, a glowing light handed something to him for his hands to cling to. He couldn’t make out that it was a lollipop through his tears. Nor that a wisp was currently flittering around worriedly.
The wisp seemed panicked as well that the geist was sobbing so bad. Floating up, it seemed to stare down Prosper… before swooping at him, ramming into him over and over again. Probably as much effect as a bit of wind but not much else. Still, the wisp had to do something for the crying geist.
”I-I’m sorry, I’ll try to be better, I prom-“ he cut off, eyes darting up to Prosper for a moment, wide and worried. Prosper didn’t like promises. He sniffled, breathing still coming out in short pants as the flood of tears continued. ”I’m sorry, I will be better,” he tried again through his sobs. He needed to stop crying. Or at least, not let Prosper see. So, he turned around and used his sleeves to wipe at the tears frantically. But no matter how much he tried, more seemed to wet his face.
x x x x
He kept… going somewhere. Vega watched as Emmerate’s eyes glazed, looking at him but not at him. Almost through him. He was lost somewhere else, not in the present. Worrying his lip, he decided to wait this time, to see how long it last. Usually, this would have been a deal breaker, if Vega had first begun dating. But… he was too head over heels now, too wrapped up in Emmerate to just easily dismiss this and end things. No, if anything, he was worried… and curious. He wanted to know what the chimera hybrid was seeing, what he was thinking. He wanted to soothe whatever it was, bring the attention solely on him. Make Emmerate think nothing of him.
He wanted to possess Emmerate’s every thought.
Wincing at the territorial thought, he pushed it away and just in time, focused on Emmerate again. Just in time to see him taking a step back and chugging a drink. Something was the matter. His prince charming never acted this way. It made Vega anxious, not knowing the source.
Agev. Out loud, Vega didn’t realize it spelled his name backwards. ”That’s a random name. Unique, though,” he commented, still unsure. He stepped closer, hand coming up to gently caress Emmerate’s arm. ”Are… you okay? You keep going somewhere else,” he murmured, before worrying his lip again. Was he being too pressing? Were they not in that stage of relationship? Was Emmerate even interested in getting to that level of emotional intimacy?
While that was going on, a lady dressed up like a witch was busy levitating cotton candies into each bucket she saw. One of them landed in Vega's bucket.
x x x x
Nym’s scowl worsened. Finding Liv had been an awful idea. Well, he hadn’t actively searched for her. But when he caught glimpse of the pink haired slaugh, he immediately felt the need to vent. Liv was, after all, the only one he… well… the only one he came close to calling a friend. But of course, being called pathetic on top of everything else made him realize he really couldn’t rely on anyone when it came to situations like that. His face reddened further, scowling at Mym.
Why did he have to find him? Why did he have to force him in such a ridiculous outfit? It didn’t help that he had been thinking about the caretaker more and more. The brief employment of Tores when Mym had been unavailable made Nym realize that there was just something about Mym. Different from his family, different from Nym.
Upon searching the web for it, listing the symptoms, Nym adamantly refused to believe the results. But… it didn’t make him less conscious of Mym, of what it would mean if the results were true…
And even if they were true, it was helpless. He was always a brat in Mym’s eyes, a freshling who easily freaked out over getting his noses stolen. Blushing, he hit the fake nose off of his face, turning his back on the guard. His ears felt like they were on fire.
Crouching, he picked up the dusti, who seemed to have a purple ghost hanging from its mouth. Perhaps this little guy won’t mock him or make fun of him. Scowling, he looked over his shoulder at Mym. ”Go jump in front of a carriage,” he snapped, before his angry stare moved to Liv. ”Both of you,” he added before stalking off with the dusti. How humiliating. And a brutal reminder that Mym still saw him as just a kid. He didn’t want to go home tonight; he was used to Mym flirting with anyone that moved at past festivals. But Nym just didn’t have it in him to deal with it tonight.
Besides, it was much easier for him to sulk over how he couldn’t have his way, despite the lack of effort on his part.
Briefly, he wondered if there was anyone else that he could rely on to let him stay the night. Although… he was pretty sure everyone else had horrid accommodations.
x x x x
A toga. The options had been a toga and this outfit. Lucky Baby’s expression fell, somewhat sulking as he looked over at Knox. The smirk in return told him nothing. Why was Knox smiling that way at him? Well, whatever it was, Baby forced himself to snap out of his temporary and minor depression, straightening up and trying to see the positive in things.
He was able to spend time with Buster! At a festival! Their first festival together! Smiling happily, he nodded eagerly to the suggestion of a game. ”Sure, let’s do that!” he eagerly agreed, moving to follow Buster… and tripped over a fennekin that decided to dart between his legs.
Wincing and ignoring the yowl from his tail, he looked over to see the fennekin with an odd tail and ears. It was now sitting there, patiently, tail waving… and staring up at the flitterat that scrambled up Buster. ”Hey there,” Baby chided, grabbing hold of the familiar. ”You can’t eat them! Be a good baby,” he murmured, smiling and stroking the fur. Standing, he also noticed a bag of eyes on the ground? Were those… his? Did he drop them? Confused but assuming, he picked it up and placed them in his own bucket.
He hadn’t realized he bumped into someone and they had dropped the bag. Well, they hadn’t realized it either.
x x x x
Picking up a potion beverage, he sipped at it as he watched Baby and Buster. He… was growing bored. He had gotten Baby’s reaction towards the costume but now there was nothing to look forward to.
Especially since Buster’s older brother wasn’t around.
Sighing and pushing away the longing, he went over to his current lover, hand swinging to lightly hit his backside. The amount of cushion in the costume was ridiculous. ”You’re sizzling,” he commented with a grin, giving a wink towards the elder man. Baby actually cracked a smile in return.
x x x x
Etienne crunched down on a lollipop. His mouth being full was better than snapping at Blitz about what he really thought.
x x x x
”We don’t have hay back home,” Ambrosia drawled, standing up and dusting off the hay. Some of it still clung to his clothes and plenty of it tangled in his hair but he left it. ”I don’t like walking over to the neighbor’s for theirs. Besides, I don’t like trick or treating.”
Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and a lazy smile appeared. ”Let’s go in a haunted house,” he murmured, already moving off in the direction without waiting.
Except... he didn't get very far before a rock flew out of no where and pelted him in the back of the head.
x x x x
Delja shyly took the nuzbat plushy and a bag of fake eyeballs that was offered to him.
x x x x
Humming happily at the positive response from Plague, he led the way over to the suggested booth, amused by the clear delight on his boyfriend's face over the pink stuffed animal. He wanted a matching one, just to have another thing connecting him to Plague.
"I'm sure they'll be as cute as you," he added, flirting unintentionally as they arrived to the stand. "I'll have to keep an eye out for a matching one. If I find one, perhaps we can put them on your shelf together?" he suggested. He liked the idea of that. Forking over a coin for some cotton candy, he pulled off a piece for Plague to eat. Pink cotton candy, since his lover loved the color. "Why don't you try this game out first?" he offered, taking a bite of the cotton candy, very content with his buy.
The grimm hybrid groaned, dragging his hand down his face. How was he going to calm him down this time? "Well--look." Prosper extravagantly pointed over towards his side, "They're right over the---."s**t. He forgot that he had lost the kids again. He should really start keeping track of where they were at. Who knew what sort of mischief they were causing right now....
They should be fine right? Right? Deities, they probably weren't. The whole festival was going to burn down to the ground and he would be the one to blame.
And Gem would cry even more. He squeezed his eyes shut, scrambling around to find a way to calm him down. "You were busy with work, Gem. You're the main provider of the house. Don't feel bad. No tears." he sighed, batting the stupid wisp to the side--wouldn't it quit already?--And enveloping his husband in a one armed hug. Lightly, his other hand went through the man's hair. "They're dressed up as farm animals because their father is lame in the costume making department." He winced. Gemini was going to think that he was talking about him, wasn't he? "Me. I'm the one who's lame. Not you. You're beautiful."
"You're already better, alright?! You're the best. I want to hear you say that." he sighed, carding Gem's hair again. "I wouldn't have married you if I didn't think you were my better half, okay?"
A resounding yip came from one of the tops of the stall roofs before it bounded down...and right on top of his head. Prosper sputtered as a fennekit fell to the ground and proceeded to shake itself off before running up and trying to get at the wisp that was surrounding his head. The distraction gave a freshling plenty of time to sneak a bag of eyeballs into Prosper's bag without him noticing.
