lord of a dream

The owner of Spades Records had become a Gatsby in their own mind, seeming to hold some kind event monthly and sometimes weekly because they could. The parties had always included those in their own business, as well as those in other industries. They found it ridiculous to have any kind of rivalry between the different businesses - they were all set out to entertain the masses so befriending the others were only fitting. Besides, they were all pretty faces - they could accumulate some nice media attention if they all just sat together.

Inscius had held another event at a cozy little ballroom this time - one that now looked like a club with the decorations. They had a few outfits hidden in their car, unsure just how messy they could get from the sweating dancing bodies and the spilling drinks.. as well as their own ever changing mind. For that particular moment, they felt more inclined to wear the comfort of dark jeans and some basic shoes. Their button up shirt was loose on their frame, the first two buttons undone and their suspenders there to compliment the dark black of the jeans. Their ever present jacket was half on, bunched up around their elbows and leaving their shoulders bare.

The deity was bored. The music was forcing their blood to pick up the pace, but they felt no urge to dance. They scrunched their nose up at their glass, which was empty. Giving a sigh, they peeled themselves away from their booth of chatting musicians to wander over to the bar to get a new drink. They leaned against the counter, their chin on their palm.

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lord of a dream

Inscius looked up at the new voice, taking in the sight of their new companion. They recognized the face from the various photographs that the modeling agency offered. It was just a matter of getting the name out of the back of their head and back onto their tongue. They chuckled as they were checked out by the other, and they took a seat back at the bar top.

"Unfortunately so. Though given you are here at the bar alone, I take it you are too." Inscius acknowledged, crossing their legs. Nightmare was still wrapped around their throat, the eye acting as a pendant and keeping sight on their surroundings in case anyone tried to assassinate them again. It wouldn't be the first time nor the last.

They offered a hand to him with a small smile. "Inscius. Just call me Insci." The name of the music company owner? They were hosting this party, right?

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"You've never hosted a party, have you?" Their question seemed genuine. "When you have a lot of parties you get to know everyone. You see every face and know every story. You know hopes and dreams, as well as heartbreaks but oh does it get old rather fast." Inscius laughed and put their chin on their palm like this was the most normal thing in the world.

"Of course you can." They chirped, never one to turn down a drink. It's not like poison could kill them anyway. They leaned back idly, taking a look over. This person was rather good looking, as they would expect for someone from their profession. But they were also honest and polite, which Inscius enjoyed. Perhaps they could offer some entertainment that the party was drained of. Sometimes new faces showed up to the party and they offered some new stories.

"I can understand that. I mean, someone as gorgeous as yourself would get heads turning no matter they went. You're always welcome to my parties. Faces don't really matter here - just the names and the drinks. The dance moves too depending on how good you are."

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lord of a dream

"Fair. Truthfully I've thought about no longer having major events anymore - they seem to get more dull as time goes on. Or maybe that's just me finally feeling old." They laughed softly. They were immortal, after all, so sometimes they wondered if they had seen everything. The island continued to surprise them but they were always delighted to keep things interesting with the new and old experiences this magical place had to offer. Manta Carlos never ceased to amaze them.

They nodded in agreement as they stared at the party goers of their own event. Every face molded together, every success story was the same one but with a different phrase every time. It was dull, and it was just... awful. Was the bag of tricks of people finally empty or were they surrounding themselves with the wrong people?

Inscius smiled at the persons offer, looking through their drink options. They chirped an old cocktail to the bartender who went to whip their drinks right up. The deity turned to the other and asked. "Your face is new to my parties. What brings you here now?"

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lord of a dream

"Magic is a beautiful thing, isn't it? Being immortal comes with it's perks, like remaining this face for as long as I have." They did a joking hair flip, the floof of hair that covered their eye now displaying their empty eye socket. They had a eye patch for it somewhere but where was the fun in that? They just liked having the black nothingness and they wouldn't have to remember to put on an eye patch every morning.

They listened to him ramble, shifting their legs as to have them cross the other way. The deity nodded to the bartender who slid them their drink, raising it in salute. Brushing their hair back with their fingers, they smiled at the other as they sipped their drink.

They waved it off, "Please, no need for formalities. Just call me Insci, it's easier. I'm glad my event had caught your attention. May I ask what kind of music you are interested in?" Music always had a way of describing people. The bands and the lyrics. Everyone had a primary genre, whether they knew its name or not.

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