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PSL; Life Thereafter = The big Reveal.
May. 10th, 2015 12:52 pmIt had been months since Blaine and Matthew had reconciled and months on top of that acclimating the tall blond to the world again. A new world that was always shrouded in darkness and lit by neon, one that pulsed with a deafening sound of all the bodies they had to move through from one end of the dance floor to another.
Blaine had learned the rules. When you were in someone's Haven, you behaved, lest they turn their power and anger on you. The Masquerade was to be kept. The Sabbat and their ideas of ruling the world from darkness properly painted as antagonistic and very dangerous to the Camilla society as a whole. Blaine was very nearly ready.
There was only one other rite of passage that a fledging had to take, and Blaine wouldn't be doing that one by the book. Not when his Master was the Prince of the area.
Court was set up in differing places across LA. There were plenty of warehouses controlled, plenty of basements to be remolded into a more fitting image for them. It was a place like this that Blaine was left outside of, with instructions to go down through the service lift. Matt had given him vague instructions before and a Masquerade mask to put on after he was accepted.
"You may laugh at it, but we're very fond of the traditions that we've taken. They mean a lot and not just to me. Mind yourself. Mind where you are. Mind what you say. And make me proud."
Of course, Matthew was no where to be found up here and Joslin and Maurice knew better then to let any of Matthew's cats out of his bag before he was ready.
Once Blaine did make his way down, the set of double doors he would find himself standing in front of opened to a wide room, filled with the russle of skirts and shift of silk. They were crowed around the edges of the room, peering through their own masks that hid their faces, and what they were. Matthew would be found elevated above the rest of them, languidly sitting in his high backed and ornate chair, dressed to the nines with his own gold mask. He looked godlike and utterly untouchable, and remained totally still as the whole room waited for Blaine to make his entrance.
Blaine had learned the rules. When you were in someone's Haven, you behaved, lest they turn their power and anger on you. The Masquerade was to be kept. The Sabbat and their ideas of ruling the world from darkness properly painted as antagonistic and very dangerous to the Camilla society as a whole. Blaine was very nearly ready.
There was only one other rite of passage that a fledging had to take, and Blaine wouldn't be doing that one by the book. Not when his Master was the Prince of the area.
Court was set up in differing places across LA. There were plenty of warehouses controlled, plenty of basements to be remolded into a more fitting image for them. It was a place like this that Blaine was left outside of, with instructions to go down through the service lift. Matt had given him vague instructions before and a Masquerade mask to put on after he was accepted.
"You may laugh at it, but we're very fond of the traditions that we've taken. They mean a lot and not just to me. Mind yourself. Mind where you are. Mind what you say. And make me proud."
Of course, Matthew was no where to be found up here and Joslin and Maurice knew better then to let any of Matthew's cats out of his bag before he was ready.
Once Blaine did make his way down, the set of double doors he would find himself standing in front of opened to a wide room, filled with the russle of skirts and shift of silk. They were crowed around the edges of the room, peering through their own masks that hid their faces, and what they were. Matthew would be found elevated above the rest of them, languidly sitting in his high backed and ornate chair, dressed to the nines with his own gold mask. He looked godlike and utterly untouchable, and remained totally still as the whole room waited for Blaine to make his entrance.
