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Scrawled on a black invitation in beautiful, gold coloured handwritten calligraphy is the date and time of the party, as well as one of Vena's addresses. Beautiful waterfront property just outside of a nearby city. The time on the invitation is listed as 8PM. Vena's attempt to accommodate any guests who may not be able to face the sun. Vena has a preference for nighttime anyway.

The home, itself, sits on a large piece of land with a well manicured and expansive garden on one side, and the harbour on the other. Inside, the home is very open, with plenty of space for party goers to lounge, and plenty of rooms for them to disappear into. There are only two bedrooms closed to the guests: Vena's own and one that that he keeps for his partner. There are floor to ceiling windows that look out over the large deck (where there's ample seating and a fire pit that will have a fire burning all night) and the harbour.

The decor and furnishings, themselves, are all dark shades (and not all white like in the picture!) of varying colours. Greys, blues, reds, and black, of course, with gold and silver accents and the occasional white showing up in a variety of places to break up the darkness.

There is a vast array of finger foods and an open bar, as well as a chef in the kitchen should anyone desire something a little more substantial to eat. He may even have a few humans set aside who are willing to be fed on, should that be what someone wants. Well, more like they're willing to do anything Vena asks, but to Vena, it's all the same thing.

As for the actual guests, an invite has gone out to anyone who isn't human, from demons to mythical creatures and everything in between. That isn't to say that humans aren't permitted (as more than snacks and servants) because they are, but as a +1. They must have something not human to accompany them, who will then be responsible for them for the evening. Don't let you humans get out of hand and ruin it for everyone else. The dress code is semi-formal and the colours are black and gold, just like the invitation.

Vena, himself, is dressed a little more than usual, with a few pieces of gold jewelry and some simple black around his eyes to fit his chosen colour scheme.

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Hai sees little point in mourning something he'll never again see. At least not again until he decides (if he decides) it's time to move on. Then he'll walk out into the daylight one last time and see the flowers in all of their beautiful glory. Until such a time potentially occurs, he'd prefer to find beauty in what he has instead of wasting time on what he doesn't.

The way Iseul's pulse changes as he speaks causes the ghost of a smile to touch the vampire's lips. There's a certain sense joy that comes with being so in tune with the bodies of those around him, to be able to hear what they think they're hiding or perhaps what they don't even realize it's happening. An important trait for an apex predator certainly, but it's become quite important in other aspects of his life as well.

"Few do understand, it's true. Those who can see them in the day are cheating themselves out of something that's always beautiful. And those like me and my kind, they rob themselves entirely of something lovely because they've decided it's lesser than and not worth their time." He pauses, gaze sweeping over the flowers before settling on something even more beautiful. Iseul. "I do miss seeing them in full bloom in the daytime, but I've grown to love them closed up at night just as much."

"There are no tiers to beauty. It exists or it does not. There is only the preference of the beholder." Different beauties, yes. The difference in the sunrise or a sky full of stars. The difference in silk or velvet. A delicately folded flower or one in dazzling bloom. All beautiful in their own unique ways.

Hai's words plant the seed of an idea in Iseul's mind. Would he not enjoy the beauty of a night-blooming garden? Would he not value the chance to see flowers in bloom once more? And with a touch of Fae glamour they could be a brilliantly colors as those that blossom beneath the sun's warmth.

A wry smile pulls up one side of the Fae's mouth. "Is this why you prefer to spend your time with me than them?"

"There are no tiers, but it doesn't stop people from making them anyway. It doesn't stop people from declaring that things are more or less beautiful as though it's a fact." It's a disservice to all of the beautiful things around them. It's like choosing to only see half of the world and ignoring all of the rest. It's such a shame.

Hai tips his head to one side, brows pulling together as though this is something that really requires some thought. As if he doesn't think about this very thing almost every night he wakes up and gets to see the beautiful Fae. This beautiful Fae with these beautiful ideas that Hai doesn't even know about yet. "Just one of several reasons why I prefer your company."

Iseul presses his lips together. He doesn't disagree. There are precious few things human don't ruin, so there's that. But he'll hold his tongue for the sake of Hai having once been human (he presumes!).

"Too bad for them. Humanity hardly knows the treasure it has lost by being... itself."