[b][u]Auguste[/b][/u]

She told him she understood, though Auguste had a nagging sensation in the back of his mind that told him she didn't. As she slipped out from his grasp, he sighed softly, watching her speak though her voice was muffled from the roaring sounds of music and conversation. He didn't need to be able to hear her to know what she was saying though. She was going to leave and that was enough to take the wind out of his sails. He said nothing to her, choosing to watch her as an interesting expression flashed across her face. Sadness? Disgust? Disappointment? Betrayal? Perhaps a mixture of the four and more. Auguste faded into the crowd, his eyes never leaving the girl with cotton candy coloured hair who made her way toward a rival of Auguste, his future play-thing, the Ares boy that just arrived early today. He hadn't caught the kid's name, though he knew that the boy made a decent impression on his dear Syl, though that impression seemed to have decayed rather rapidly with the boy making moves on a certain red-headed girl that had been one of Auguste's victims earlier today. Always interesting to see all of the pies Auguste had dipped his fingers in, he thought with a soft grin, licking his lips as his libido that was far from finite flared up. A curse of his lineage, really.

As Syl made her way out of the part, Auguste slipped through the crowd, ignoring any who called out to him, his interest in the social event rapidly decaying. He tailed the pink haired girl, saying nothing and walking in such a way that his feet made as little noise as possible. When she made it to her cabin, she quickly went to lock her window, dropping Auguste's spirit a bit. He'd have to use the front door, though her closing the window was certainly a sign that she wanted to be alone. Auguste stepped slowly into her cabin, listening for the sound of anyone beyond her, no sign of her recently acquired brother. That'd make things a bit easier he supposed. "Hey Syl," Auguste called out, putting a hand onto her bedroom door. He rapt his knuckles on the door slowly, before sitting down in front of her door, putting his back to it. "You probably want to be alone right now, and that's okay, but if you need someone to talk to. If you need a shoulder to cry on. Or if you just want someone to be around, I'll be right here all night." Auguste spoke slowly, his voice warm and gentle, his eyes closing as he leaned his head against the door. Hopefully he'd have the good fortune of getting to spend some time with her, help her get this behind her. A long sigh dragged out of him as he recalled the Ares boy; He had little hope that the Fates would favour him tonight.

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[b][u]Thane[/b][/u]

"You didn't have to leave too," Thane said softly as they returned to the cabin, her hands pressing against his jacket, pulling it off of him. He wiggled his wrists free of the sleeves and relinquished it to her. Running a hand through his hair, a few droplets of Kindle's beer dripped down to his cheek. He frowned slightly, his expression softening when he heard Erin's voice. "That's not a bad idea," he nodded, begging to peel off his sticky shirt as he made his way across the living room to his bathroom. He flung the beer touched shirt into his hamper, snagging a plain white t-shirt from his dresser on his way to the shower. Thane cranked the shower up to just shy of its hottest, the bathroom flooding with steam as he got into the buff, peeled off the bandages and hopped into the shower.

As he stood in the near scalding water that washed away any remnant of liquor, his eyes drifted down to the jet black arm that seemed to have been freshly dipped in a vat of ink. The body of blackness began from his shoulder and extended down to his fingertips, no trace of his pale skin visible in the sea of blackness, though that was not where his curse ended. Tendrils like arms extended from his blacked limb across his skin, a single tendril reaching out to where his heart is. Another tendril ran down his side, ending at his hip, while the last reached along his back, just below his neck, coming to a stop just before his other shoulder. His eyes closed tightly and for a few minutes he just stood in silence, wanting to just will the tendrils of death away.

When Thane emerged from his room sometime later he stopped by the back of the couch, scratching the back of his head as he looked around and found Erin. "Hey," he said simply, wanting to draw her attention. He wore blue jeans and had his shirt draped over his right shoulder as if it were an afterthought, the spreading black tendrils fully visible for her to see. Since they met, he had always been sure to wear something that covered the blighted arm, as well as a t-shirt, whenever his room was unlocked or he was outside of it. He had realised earlier that night that they had been getting too close and when looking at his ailment, he knew that he would have to show it to her. Show that they couldn't get too close. That he was dangerous. "It spreads whenever I let myself well up with emotion," Thane spoke slowly as he went about throwing a shirt on, the black tendrils still slightly visible beneath his shirt, "I'm not sure I'll be safe to be around much longer and well..." Thane paused, biting his lip, not wanting to admit why as he dropped down onto the couch, the fingers of his right hand restlessly drumming away on his knee, "I'm afraid of hurting you."