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Who: Lup (

ohnehalfte), and possibly you!
What: Drunken party of drunkenness and shenanigans
When: Nov 17th, mid-day until everyone passes tf out
Where: Islet #2 aka Trash Island, somewhere out in front of cottage 1 and along the beach
Warnings: Drunk people, swearing, ill-advised people hitting each other with sticks, questionable food, drunken cuddles and crying, etc, etc tbc when there's more

Welcome to Islet 2! There are many reasons for you to be here right now. Maybe you live here. Maybe you're visiting someone who lives here. Maybe you've been invited to this sick party by one of the above idiots. Maybe you were just passing by and got dragged into the festivities. Who cares, really? You're here now!

Out in front of Cottage 1 there's the beautiful banner that you see above hanging on the outside, lovingly crafted by one of the twins. The twins have also lovingly crafted some vodka using magic and potatoes. Potato magic. And hey! There's also stuff that the twins cooked! Like potato tornadoes, fried shark genitals and Fantasy Kentucky Fried Pterax! And other food! And there's a fire! And activities! And drinking!

Mainly drinking. In fact, there is a large cooking pot that, at the moment, is full of the most moonshine-iest vodka you have ever had. There are empty halves of coconut shells to serve as cups, as well as some clay cups that may or may not have come from an interesting source. So help yourself! Who knows how long it'll last, considering the amount of guests. Heck! It might even be repurposed later, after all the vodka is gone! So drink up.

Anyway, feel free to join in on the festivities! There will be several threads for activities where people can mingle, or you can start your own. Have a party, chill out, and/or imbibe ill-advised substances to try and forget that you died. Wheeeee!

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Alcohol catches up with one quickly sometimes. You think you're fine and then...not so much. I'm usually more careful, but it got the best of me tonight.

[Considering Ignis knows what Soma is now, he should probably be more worried about the warm breath on his neck, but he also trusts the young man...

...and as much as it might not be in his best interests, he can't help but also be curious. This need to know of his is really going to be his undoing someday.]

Does it now? I've always found the smell of blood to be unpleasant. Of course, I don't feed on it either. Do different people smell differently then?

[He doesn't ask straight out, but he can't help but wonder how he 'smells' if that is the case.]

Yeah. I'm learning everyone here by scent. Most of them smell good. Except Ardyn, he smells weird, but don't tell him I said that.

[He's practically nuzzling by now. Ignis is healthy despite the scarring, his blood clean and fresh even with the alcohol running through it at the moment. If Soma was anywhere closer to sober he'd be backing up, but his willpower is almost zero right now.]

If you were like me, blood wouldn't smell bad. But I don't want you to be like me. I don't want anyone to be like me. I don't want to be me. Funny how everybody seems to like me but me. Maybe it's not funny, though. Maybe it's just sad. I'm not gonna cry over it.

[Ignis waves a dismissive hand.]

Ardyn is weird. I would be more concerned if he didn't smell odd to you.

[What with all the daemons and such.

Ah, but then things suddenly take a turn for the sad and Ignis' expression falls. Normally, he wouldn't be so into touch from, well...anyone really, but between having to get used to it more after losing his vision and the alcohol in his system, he doesn't hesitate to lift a hand and run a thumb over Soma's cheek.]

You can cry about it, you know. Your situation is a terrible one. It's all right to be upset and to be angry. As long as you don't let it take control of you, there is nothing wrong with feeling anything you need to.

[The gentle, familiar touch would normally make Soma jerk back. It's one thing to put a comforting hand on someone's shoulder, but face-touching is intimate. But Ignis is kind and the alcohol is strong.

So Soma turns his head slightly, and Ignis will feel soft, cool lips brushing over the pad of his thumb.]

All I do is feel now. A lot of things. New things. Like you, the way you make me feel better. You're a good person, Ignis. I like you.

[He catches Ignis's hand and presses a kiss to the backs of his fingers.]

[Ignis draws in a soft, startled breath, caught off guard by both Soma's words and actions. His head bows in a rather weak attempt to hide the sudden warmth in his cheeks.]

It pleases me to know I've eased your pain, even if only a little. We are both good people, Soma, even if you argue it is not true for you. Good people help those they care about, each act strengthening the bond between them.

[He's rambling now, thanks to the alcohol, usual clearly worded advice being muddled by emotions. The words tumble to a halt though when Soma presses the kiss to his fingers, replaced instead by a silence broken only by Ignis' slightly sped breathing.]

[Soma glances at Ignis, and though the man can't see the heat in his gaze there's no mistaking it in the teen's voice.]

Silly... how can I resist you when you do that? I can hear your heart beating really fast. It's making my mouth water. So I'm terrible because I just want to give in. I've never bitten anybody before, I tried to fight it but I think I'm drunk and that was stupid, wasn't it?

[He laughs softly, airily, and the sound is close to Ignis's ear now. Soma's breath ghosts along the man's jaw.]

I'm terrible but you're not pushing me away... sorry....

[There's a light, wet swipe over Ignis's neck, sharp points denting skin, a soft pop and a flash of hot pain. Even that doesn't linger long, melting into a strange warm pleasure akin to floating in a comfortable bath.]

When I do what? I don't under-

[Right then the small part of Ignis' logical mind that isn't incapacitated by drink realizes again that leaving romance, it's implications, desire and it's implications as the one field he let his knowledge lack in was a bad idea. Forget passing Noctis' inevitable questions to Gladio for answers, Ignis suddenly finds himself realizing a few seconds too slowly how this applies to him.

The pain is a surprise, falling outside even his late realizations, because right, he didn't factor in the whole vampire aspect of this while he was flailing around trying to figure out what Soma's words and tone of voice meant. His body reacts as if it were being thrown into battle suddenly, free hand reaching blindly for purchase against Soma's chest while the hand Soma is still holding is grasped with as much strength as Ignis can manage.

It's at that point, though, that the pain fades and then onrushing of warmth draws the struggle out of him. A soft sigh slips from his lips as he leans into Soma slightly.]

I-I trust you.

[It's hard to find his words through the alcohol and emotion, but Ignis slowly manages to put them together.]

Take what you need. It's okay.

["I trust you."

Even if Soma doesn't trust himself, especially not now when he's given in and is taking his first taste of blood in this lifetime, someone still trusts him. Ignis really is kind. And compassionate. And handsome.

And Soma is so very drunk and so very screwed.

A quiet hum sounds against Ignis's bitten skin, the teen leaning in as his prey-- his friend-- leans in, until Soma is almost in the man's lap. He drinks with surprising delicacy despite his hunger, savoring each drop because somehow he is just sober enough to know he doesn't want to kill Ignis. He's not sober though, or else he wouldn't be doing this at all. Ignis said "take what you need", but he doesn't actually need any of it. He only craves it, like a drug, and it sings through him with an unnatural high.

It might be impossible for either of them to forget the muted sounds of sucking, the little breathy noises of pleasure, the faint scent of blood beneath the smoky perfume of the bonfire. Dimly Soma prays someone pulls him off Ignis soon, though he knows if it happens he just might snarl at whomever is responsible. He feels so alive now, doing this thing that only near-dead creatures do. He wonders if his heart has stopped, whatever change started in the castle now complete with his willpower folding, but no, it's not one heartbeat he tastes on his tongue but two because their pulses are synced.

God forgive him, nothing could ever hope to match this sheer bliss. With a soft, desperate moan he lets go of Ignis's hand and wraps his friend in both arms, holding him close.]

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Gunna CW: for Vampire Biting, Blood Mention, & Kissing just to cover our bases.

Getting just a bit PG-13 here, nothing blatant though.