I know well the persistence your kind can voice when objecting.
[There is merely a head tilt, a look, at the following teasing. It does indeed mimic that of his sibling Desire, though Dream refuses to speak on it when he's playing host.
He simply leads the Cat King through the main hall and into a more private drawing room where refreshments are set. The castle this time is done in medieval Spanish style, and the tapas and wine on the table reflect this Spanish theme, if not all of the medieval period. Dream settles into a seat at the end of a long table. In the space are bookshelves and cabinets, pictures on the walls filled with artists that never put brush to paint. Doors off to each side lead to spaces he would not let guests venture.
Steepling his fingers, he gives a nod towards the wine bottle. In the glass, as requested, is indeed some catnip.]
Your daydreams in particular have been busy of late.
[In the background, Dream can hear a small symphony of cats meowing in agreement from time to time. It's subtle fey magic radiating off of the Cat King. His eyes are a startlingly and perhaps eerily familiar shade of gold. However, there are also flecks of green in those cat's eyes if one looks deep enough. He's probably some distant relation to Desire. This man lives and breathes sexual fluidity. His movements are slinky, there's a certain spring to his step! Especially once he spots the wine bottle.
His grin is feral as he takes a seat closeby and immediately sniffs the uncorked wine bottle]
Huh? Oh, guess so. There's been a bit of trouble in Port Townsend. London Ghostie tripped and fell into a hornet's nest by pissing off the local witch.
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Date: 2024-09-22 03:33 pm (UTC)I know well the persistence your kind can voice when objecting.
[There is merely a head tilt, a look, at the following teasing. It does indeed mimic that of his sibling Desire, though Dream refuses to speak on it when he's playing host.
He simply leads the Cat King through the main hall and into a more private drawing room where refreshments are set. The castle this time is done in medieval Spanish style, and the tapas and wine on the table reflect this Spanish theme, if not all of the medieval period. Dream settles into a seat at the end of a long table. In the space are bookshelves and cabinets, pictures on the walls filled with artists that never put brush to paint. Doors off to each side lead to spaces he would not let guests venture.
Steepling his fingers, he gives a nod towards the wine bottle. In the glass, as requested, is indeed some catnip.]
Your daydreams in particular have been busy of late.
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Date: 2024-09-22 04:38 pm (UTC)His grin is feral as he takes a seat closeby and immediately sniffs the uncorked wine bottle]
Huh? Oh, guess so. There's been a bit of trouble in Port Townsend. London Ghostie tripped and fell into a hornet's nest by pissing off the local witch.