Sweet Escape (open)

The weather was lovely; birds were chirping, the sun shining from a cloudless blue sky with a fresh, comfortable breeze tearing occasionally through the air to make the heat just about bearable. It was a calm day, a normal day, the people of Atelus were buzzing about their normal lives doing whatever that constituted for the individual, whether it be work, school, military, lounging in their houses drinking wine the options were aplenty. Seren would have been happy to enjoy anyone one of them, especially the wine, but as it was, he was a bit... preoccupied.

The ascension into heaven was not as easy some might have thought. This particular soul could testify to that as euphoria erupted within him, as his heart pounded in his chest, blood surged through his veins. The man all but keened when Seren leaned in to suck his earlobe between his teeth. Charles let out a shuddering sigh as the faerie's breath stirred the hairs at the nape of his neck. "You tease me," he complained but Seren could see the want in his voice. More than that, he could feel the muscles of his stomach tensing as she trailed her fingers downward into the trail of wiry hair.

"Can I make it up to you?" he whispered, reaching to undo the nobleman's belt. The faerie wormed his other leg between the man's shins, effectively trapping his leg between both of his, and arched against him, when-

"Shite," the man swore lowly as his gaze snapped just over Seren's shoulder. A swift kick to the chest pushed Seren back and just like that, the faerie sat with his arse in the sand, stupefied, as the human began buttoning up his shirt, tugging on boots and lacing them frantically, fingers shaking with urgency. "Blast! I knew it... of course she'd wisen up... send the some of the help to spy upon me... shite."


This client had a silver fox allure; dark black curls mixed with a pepper of silver. He had grown into those features, his bone structure was fine and perfectly symmetrical. It was manly. It was hot. The man before Seren looked was his polar opposite, imperfect and mortal fragility that only highlight all the ways the faerie were perfect. The figure stood petite, soft white curls hung loosely on his shoulders. His lips were naturally tinted cherry-red and his skin was flawless and bewitching forest eyes, currently glowing with mischief.

Charles was an aging nobleman- an old war hero, once, who had been of a different time and generation where it wasn't permit for one to love the same sex. Although Seren could pity this man's plight, however Charles Coventry could stand to lose the continued paranoia that his wife knew of his sexuality and schemed against him... which was complete idiocy. Amelia Coventry had known he were homosexual the day they'd wed and still gone through with it all the same, they pair had been friends since childhood. It wasn't like she would judge him for acting on his urges. And besides...

Amelia Coventry was also one of Seren's clients.

Should I tell him? the faerie wondered, watching in thinly veiled amusement as Charles dressed in record speed. Already his trousers were buttoned up all the way and the man smoothing out the wrinkles in his coat. It was actually fairly impressive that he had managed to do this with such haste, nearly it were as swift as Seren's own perfected art in speedy undressing and dressing.

Seren's lips pulled into a grimace as he bent over and rubbed itchy sand off his bare arse. Well... he'd disclose this important truth another day then.

Once he had brushed off his legs, Seren crept closer, settling himself on his knees. "Daddy," he protested softly, blinking up at the man. He looked up at the nobleman with due eyes he'd perfect in the heart-shaped mirror across the room. "I know that... I know you gotta go... that you can't play with me, but..." He sniffed, rosy blush to his cheeks as he turned his head away.

"What is it?" Charles didn't so much as spare him a glance, busy fussing with a spot on his coat.

Blushing, Seren mumbles. "... you promised you'd reward me if I was good." His eyes water slightly as he adds, "Was I... bad?"


The man stills instantly at the threat of tears. "Oh, baby..." Charles brushed his hand across Seren's cheek, slid his fingers through his hair. Seren tipped his head back to kiss Charles' hand, and the man couldn't resist a awww. "No, you were so good. I'll have a present sent to your room, baby. Someone to surprise you later, I'm a man of my word."


He tilts his head a bit, and ivory hair catches on the sunlight, making it seem almost translucent. The strands twist and spill over the top of his shoulders, far too short a cape and yet it is all the covers this being, who looks like a shadow of a man with a crown of moonlight. As if he can sense the man staring, an involuntary smile lifting the corner of his mouth. "I love you, Daddy," he said happily. His dimple makes some think of giggled pleas, mischievous promises, and the taste of sugar on the tongue. Charles grants him a final kiss, before he hurries off, casting a scrupulous glance back towards the other figure.

Now a rich green settles over the Seren's eyes and the color is alive, swirling colors like an storming ocean. The faerie is not disappointed by this turn of events; still he'd get paid and all for sitting on the beach? And he did not even have to keep up the whole baby act either, how wonderful! He should properly thank whatever person had frightened Charles off. His glittery wings twitch as he moves fluidly to his feet, with a grace many might be envious of. Pulling on the gossamer thin slip, he trot over to investigate.

When Seren frowned, it was still lovely, his eyes bright and soulful as he appraised the newcomer with a calculating look. The figure that met his eyes was... decidedly not a gardener. Perhaps dressed like one, he noted, nose wrinkled at the attire. There was power within this woman's veins, it was near palatable in the air, resonating with the same sickly sweet aura that all vampire energy gave off. A vampire? His eyes lit up in an instant.

"Darling, you are far too pretty to be wearing such monstrosity," Seren declares once in earshot, lips pulled back in a kittenish grin. Seren had never seen this girl before in all of his life, but he wouldn't guess as much by how he reacted, settling down beside her uninvited. There was sunshine in her smile and her hair shone like spun gold under the sunlight, a splatter of freckles dotting her nose and cheeks. Basil's clothes were just so casual, the ubiquitous all too common among sailors and commoners. "You'd love lovely in blue. It'd bring out your eyes nicely." He went on, nodding as he admired the enchanting hue of her gaze. Oh, he felt as if he could drown in the color. It was... familiar, almost. Had they met before?

A shadow had settled over the beach as a cloud passed overhead. He allowed himself a little amused smirk when visible surprise passed over the youth's features at his boldness. Perhaps another might of passed on their merry way, yet this faerie was drawn to conversation. The fey folk were often an invisible and unnoticed presence in humanity's lifes, unlike the much closer bond he had with the mortals. Seren was a child of love, and even if so much of those he usually engaged with were guarded, he frequently indulged in his tendency to cuddle and fuss, an affection streak displayed always front and center when it came to other magical creatures. But when it came to humans, he preferred to maintain a distance at the onset, watching to ensure first that they would be tolerance of his kind. "Just pretty?" he echoed with a hint of mock displeasure, dainty eyebrows raised as he leveled Basil with a long look. Laughter, soft and sweet, bubbling forth of his chest, head shaking in passing amusement. "Darling, I'm very much phenomenal- nothing short of sheer perfection. A. Entire. Delicious. Meal." Seren winked, a sliver of tongue peeking out from between cherry-red lips teasingly.

He shifted closer, reaching out to envelop her in a warm embrace. The faerie thrived on such such demonstrative gestures, often bestowing them freely on both friends and loved ones - even on strangers, if he could catch them off guard long enough to do so (and wouldn’t that make his day, when he did!). This was simply another one of those times, Seren eagerly conveying affection and understanding in the gentle hug, one hand brushing lightly through Basil's light hair before he released the girl and sat back once again. “Well now... should I apologize for that, as well?" Seren nodded, one slender hand lifted for a pause as he added with a sly grin. "Or perhaps my disregard for common social graces cancels out your own? In either case, regardless, an apology is unnecessary, dear." His own penchant for drama and flare made itself showed; he'd seize any opportune to appear and dazzle, there was not a modest bone within his body. And why should he be modest? He was beauty personified, there had never been a day since he'd come into this world that he had been considered uninteresting or forgettable. Where he went, eyes followed his every move, either in adoration or envy. He took such attention for granted, expected it even. Modesty was so overrated.

The wicked little grin he cast in Basil's direction soon faded into a pout as the youth's eyes lingered on him. It was clear enough that his newly visible appearance had an even greater impact than her own, and the quiet pleased the faerie not one bit. Seren snapped his fingers in front of her face. "Oh, dear. The last time someone looked at me like that, I'll have you know I wound up spread eagle and bound to a bed for entire weekend, without reprieve," Seren crossed his arms, lips pulled in a pucker as he flared his wings out behind him teasingly.

He wasn't completely unaware of the stares his action attracted, but he graciously chose to ignore them. To be fair, this young lady was not his typical type, yet for some inexplicable reason he found himself admiring her. The humans had this notion that the eyes were a window into the soul, and he found the notion very true in her case. It was as if he could see through hers, how every emotion came together to form the art of her soul. There was beauty both in the color of her eyes, but also in its true; the sweet essence so clearly there, left bare for all who care enough to look to spy upon. Her gaze averted at last, and he almost mourned the loss of it.

Really there was something to memorizing about those eyes... It was difficult for him to notice anything else about her, or look away from that bewitching ocean stare.

"I agree wholeheartedly," He wrinkled his nose as he glanced down to his own attire. A very thin slip made of silk that left so little of his body beneath left to the imagination. "I seem to have sand in very... unseemly places," Seren comments absently, wiggling his rump in the sand to try and brush them off without his hands. Whilst Basil had so far handled all of his inadequacies wonderfully so far, he should think she may protest if he began rubbing gritty bits of sand out of his more delicate places. A pity he'd have to remain in discomfort awhile longer. "However there are options other than dresses, my dear," His lashes fluttered, a hint of mischief as he mused, "Personally I'd quite fond of grass skirts and coconut brassieres but I believe your father would not let you out of the house in such attire."

He hummed, silently considering the image as he willed the guise to pass over his form- as easily as mortals donned clothing, he could cast these clever little guises and shift reality to coax others to see what he wished. The milk white slip gave way to the earthy tones of a halved coconut at his chest, more tantalizing skin revealed as his abdomen appeared suddenly bare save the yellow-gold grass skirt that swept down to settle about his waist. Naturally he relished in the usage of his glamours to brandish his fey abilities with his usual flourish. "Luckily for me... I've no daddy to scrutinize what I walk out in," he teased, laughter ringing out softly. Seren struck a pose, white tresses bouncing up and down as he sauntered his hips, coconuts clapping together with a low thud.

He was enormously pleased at the name offered of course, and that delight showed itself in a gentle bue affectionately laugh. "Oh, what a splendid name!" he praised easily. It was quite dreadly how often he'd come to realize humans put little thought into the naming of their brood. Seren disliked the habit of gifting a children with a heirloom name, what a complete waste! It went against most of his people's belief to pass about a name like a ill-fit hand-me-down, when every soul was a created by the gods with their fëa intact; truest of names already there, waiting to be discovered. "Did you know that basil is a symbol of love?" he couldn't help but gush, clutching at his chest as he all but swooned. It was a tender plant, soft in it's touch and quiet in voice to a fey's ears. The plant were used to symbolize tragic love in a story that he'd heard once. "A garden-pot, wherein she laid it by, and cover'd it with mould, and o'er it set... Sweet Basil, which her tears kept ever wet," he quote along as the poem repeat in his mind. Both love and death... certainly the name was all the more suitable on this vampiress, a creature of death by nature yet filled with ample affections. Seren wondered what sort of sire she had and if this had been an intentional allusion.

Green hues widened in surprise as she asked for his name, a rare display. He would of thought that she might of recognized him, whether from overseeing a show of his... other services. It couldn't be faulted on him for being unable to recall all those he had laid with; far too many wished to see him drunk on cream or wine and take what they wanted of his disorientated form. An unpleasant affair, to say the least. "As you may surmise, a faerie does not give his name freely... ah, but you may call me Seren," he answers lightly, easy smile creeping across his lips. He leaned back, and sunlight cast his hair a brilliant silver as he appraised the youth in his reach. Well darn, he thought in slight dismay.

If he hadn't slept with her or sang for her, why was so she familiar?