Lismand Bripear
Character
Lismand laughed and leaned in to kiss the side of his jaw.
"You're a menace."
"You're a menace."
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Private The Lights That Weren’t On (BIRTHDAY BASH!!!!)
- Thread starter Sommer Dai
- Start date
Kaelon Virex
Character
"I'm a myth," he replied. "Ask anyone on Level Thirty-Seven."
Arq*
Character
That's when Arq arrived.
Wearing half a shirt, glimmer-paint smeared across his lekku, and a sling bag that jangled with pure mischief.
"Well well, look who's finally horizontal," Arq chirped, tossing himself into the empty space beside them. "Hope you're not too horizontal to appreciate a gift from the stars."
He unzipped the sling.
Inside: six small orbs, luminous with prismatic sheen — stim-slips, rarer than credits, and mood-altering on a level that danced just shy of illegal.
Wearing half a shirt, glimmer-paint smeared across his lekku, and a sling bag that jangled with pure mischief.
"Well well, look who's finally horizontal," Arq chirped, tossing himself into the empty space beside them. "Hope you're not too horizontal to appreciate a gift from the stars."
He unzipped the sling.
Inside: six small orbs, luminous with prismatic sheen — stim-slips, rarer than credits, and mood-altering on a level that danced just shy of illegal.
Kaelon Virex
Character
Kael raised a brow.
"You bring these for us, or is this a Veil-wide diplomatic incident waiting to happen?" Kael teased.
"You bring these for us, or is this a Veil-wide diplomatic incident waiting to happen?" Kael teased.
Kaelon Virex
Character
Kael stood suddenly, grabbing one of the glowing orbs and turning it over in his palm. Then, quietly:
"Hey... if she gets too messed up — watch her, alright? She trusts you."
"Hey... if she gets too messed up — watch her, alright? She trusts you."
Kaelon Virex
Character
Kael hesitated.
He looked down at the party from the glass rail: Sommer glowing under the lights, her laughter pure, her body moving with careless joy. The kind of joy that didn't come easy. Not to her. Not after what she'd been through.
He exhaled.
"She doesn't need someone like me keeping her grounded. She needs someone who lifts her up."
He looked down at the party from the glass rail: Sommer glowing under the lights, her laughter pure, her body moving with careless joy. The kind of joy that didn't come easy. Not to her. Not after what she'd been through.
He exhaled.
"She doesn't need someone like me keeping her grounded. She needs someone who lifts her up."
Kaelon Virex
Character
"She doesn't want to be hurt again."
Kaelon Virex
Character
They both looked down again. Sommer was spinning in a circle, arms raised, surrounded by music, misfits, and admirers.
For the first time all night, Kael didn't feel like the center of a room.
And for once, he was okay with that.
He popped the stim-slip between his teeth and let it melt on his tongue.
"Fine," he muttered with a crooked smile. "But you're walking her to bed if she starts climbing furniture."
For the first time all night, Kael didn't feel like the center of a room.
And for once, he was okay with that.
He popped the stim-slip between his teeth and let it melt on his tongue.
"Fine," he muttered with a crooked smile. "But you're walking her to bed if she starts climbing furniture."
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
The stim-slip settled in her bloodstream like starfire.
Sommer's laughter bounced off the walls of her penthouse like music made for her — as if the night had been written in her name. She twirled between strangers and old friends, her bare feet squeaking across polished floors, the hem of her sheer wrap fluttering behind her like smoke.
She kissed two cheeks, whispered something scandalous into a friends ear, stole a candied flower from a passed tray, and broke into laughter again when someone spilled their drink and blamed the moonlight.
"Be right back!" she called, half to Kael, half to no one, as she wobbled off toward her private bath.
The door hissed shut behind her. Quiet.
Inside, the lights were dimmed low — flickering blues and golds, soft from the floor panels. The air smelled of neroli oil and cool mint steam. She leaned against the counter, her body radiating heat and glee, her skin damp with pleasure and sweat.
Sommer looked at herself in the mirror — flushed cheeks, sparkled lids, smudged lipstick and bare shoulders framed in golden shimmer.
And for the first time in… maybe years…
She smiled.
"I like you," she whispered to herself.
Not the dancer. Not the seductress. Not the schemer or survivor.
Just her. Just Sommer.
She let herself laugh again — soft, almost shy. She bent at the waist and looked at her reflection upside down. She made a face. Laughed again.
And then she stood.
And she wasn't alone.
Sommer's laughter bounced off the walls of her penthouse like music made for her — as if the night had been written in her name. She twirled between strangers and old friends, her bare feet squeaking across polished floors, the hem of her sheer wrap fluttering behind her like smoke.
She kissed two cheeks, whispered something scandalous into a friends ear, stole a candied flower from a passed tray, and broke into laughter again when someone spilled their drink and blamed the moonlight.
"Be right back!" she called, half to Kael, half to no one, as she wobbled off toward her private bath.
The door hissed shut behind her. Quiet.
Inside, the lights were dimmed low — flickering blues and golds, soft from the floor panels. The air smelled of neroli oil and cool mint steam. She leaned against the counter, her body radiating heat and glee, her skin damp with pleasure and sweat.
Sommer looked at herself in the mirror — flushed cheeks, sparkled lids, smudged lipstick and bare shoulders framed in golden shimmer.
And for the first time in… maybe years…
She smiled.
"I like you," she whispered to herself.
Not the dancer. Not the seductress. Not the schemer or survivor.
Just her. Just Sommer.
She let herself laugh again — soft, almost shy. She bent at the waist and looked at her reflection upside down. She made a face. Laughed again.
And then she stood.
And she wasn't alone.
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
The air shifted — just slightly, but enough.
A breath that wasn't hers — not on her skin, but beneath it. A slow exhale from nowhere.
She looked in the mirror again.
Still her.
Still flushed.
Still glowing.
But her reflection… didn't blink.
Sommer's smile faltered.
And that's when she saw it.
Not behind her — no. Within her reflection. A second face, blurry but distinct, close — too close — pressed behind her shoulder in the glass. A presence with no body, only shape, only impression. A mouth near her neck.
And a whisper, brushing her ear like static wrapped in silk:
But when she turned — there was nothing.
Just the scent of her perfume. Just the warm, humid stillness.
But in the mirror…
The reflection of her shoulder still indented, just slightly — as if someone's mouth had been resting there.
A breath that wasn't hers — not on her skin, but beneath it. A slow exhale from nowhere.
She looked in the mirror again.
Still her.
Still flushed.
Still glowing.
But her reflection… didn't blink.
Sommer's smile faltered.
And that's when she saw it.
Not behind her — no. Within her reflection. A second face, blurry but distinct, close — too close — pressed behind her shoulder in the glass. A presence with no body, only shape, only impression. A mouth near her neck.
And a whisper, brushing her ear like static wrapped in silk:
Her breath caught. Her body tensed.
But when she turned — there was nothing.
Just the scent of her perfume. Just the warm, humid stillness.
But in the mirror…
The reflection of her shoulder still indented, just slightly — as if someone's mouth had been resting there.
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
The voice melted into the silence like hot wax into water.
And then — gone.
No trace. No sign. Just the soft hum of the Veil's power systems, the whisper of ambient music returning to her awareness like a distant tide.
She stared at herself a few seconds longer, forcing a smirk onto her face. "Get it together," she whispered, flicking her hair back into place and wiping under her eyes with a glitter-dusted fingertip. "Too many drinks. Not enough water."
She turned toward the door.
That's when she saw her.
Leaning against the frame like a dream. Like a memory. Like a curse wrapped in lust and lightning.
Zori Galea
— skin pale as mist, lips blood-black, her eyes weeping red from the corners as if emotion had broken her open. Her dress clung like a spell. And her voice?
It came like a moan. A spell. A promise.
Sommer gasped — a soft, startled shriek ripping from her throat as she stumbled back—
"WHAT IN THE KRIFF—"
And blinked.
The image distorted — as though someone tore it like fabric. And now standing in the doorway:
Lismand Bripear
Holding a slice of cake in one hand, wearing a half-buttoned shirt and a very confused expression.
And then — gone.
No trace. No sign. Just the soft hum of the Veil's power systems, the whisper of ambient music returning to her awareness like a distant tide.
She stared at herself a few seconds longer, forcing a smirk onto her face. "Get it together," she whispered, flicking her hair back into place and wiping under her eyes with a glitter-dusted fingertip. "Too many drinks. Not enough water."
She turned toward the door.
That's when she saw her.
Leaning against the frame like a dream. Like a memory. Like a curse wrapped in lust and lightning.
Zori Galea
— skin pale as mist, lips blood-black, her eyes weeping red from the corners as if emotion had broken her open. Her dress clung like a spell. And her voice?It came like a moan. A spell. A promise.
Sommer gasped — a soft, startled shriek ripping from her throat as she stumbled back—
"WHAT IN THE KRIFF—"
And blinked.
The image distorted — as though someone tore it like fabric. And now standing in the doorway:
Lismand Bripear
Holding a slice of cake in one hand, wearing a half-buttoned shirt and a very confused expression.
Lismand Bripear
Character
"…Hey? You okay?"
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer pressed a hand to her chest, exhaling too hard.
"What… what did you just say?"
"What… what did you just say?"
Lismand Bripear
Character
"I said it's dinner time, Birthday Queen. Come to the dining room before Kael tries to do a toast and burns the place down."
Lismand squinted. "Are your eyes… are you high or haunted?"
Lismand squinted. "Are your eyes… are you high or haunted?"
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
"Little of both," Sommer said smoothly, regaining her composure with a toss of her hair. "Lead the way, Red Herring."
moments later....
The dining room shimmered with opulence — candlelight flickering off golden decanters and crystal platters, overhead chandeliers refracting jewel-toned light onto the guests. Plates of nerf tartare, stuffed yorrik petals, and roasted silken-bird from Dorin's moon filled the air with indulgence.
Sommer arrived barefoot, radiant, flushed, and holding a stolen bottle of something glowing faintly blue.
moments later....
The dining room shimmered with opulence — candlelight flickering off golden decanters and crystal platters, overhead chandeliers refracting jewel-toned light onto the guests. Plates of nerf tartare, stuffed yorrik petals, and roasted silken-bird from Dorin's moon filled the air with indulgence.
Sommer arrived barefoot, radiant, flushed, and holding a stolen bottle of something glowing faintly blue.