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danny griffin, homosexual, cisgender + he/him/his → isn’t that holden helsburg? i’ve seen them hanging out with the heretics. i hear they're 236, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 1 month. they seem to be patient & intelligent, but also haughty & manipulative. it’s cool that they’re capable of molecular combustion & pyrokinesis!
BASIC INFORMATION
Full Name: Holden Helsburg
Nickname(s): None yet
Age: 236 (appears 24)
Date of Birth: August 2nd
Hometown: Juneau, Alaska
Current Location: Alexandria, Louisiana
Species: Heretic;
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event: masquerade ball location: the chateau muse: holden helsburg
never staying in one place for too long, constantly being on the run, was draining; even for someone as accustomed to that lifestyle as holden. a party was exactly what he needed-- especially one that allowed him to hide who he was and still have fun.
approaching the chateau, he couldn't help but smirk at the mask he'd gravitated towards. it was made to look like stone, the grayish black material of it matching his checkered suit well, but it was the devilish horns that twisted out from the temples that he liked the most. pulling it over his face, his lips curled into a devious smirk and he made his way into the party.
dancing for a bit, various strangers taking advantage of his lack of a shirt beneath his suit jacket as their hands traced over the dips and lines of his muscle, he finally peeled himself away from the crowd to look for something to drink.
instead, though, he found a tray filled with keys and as he went to reach for one purely out of curiosity, he couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes on him.
"i can feel you staring." pinching the key between his fingers, he held it up as he turned to face the man watching him. "what, hoping i ask if you want to help me make use of this?" he questioned as he lightly shook the key in his grip. "i don't know you," he taunted. he didn't need to know them. "how do i know you'd be worth the time?"
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there was a confident, borderline arrogant sharpness to the smirk nestled in the right corner of holden's mouth as he kept his eyes on the approaching man. he was attractive, every bit a good visual representation of the heretic's type (despite the mask) but holden wasn't the type to make things easy.
he wanted to try and play with his food before he gave in and devoured.
"how do i know that your opinion of yourself isn't unfairly biased?" he challenged, he teased, as he cocked his head to the side. his posturing carried hints of feigned disinterest as he glanced around the room, letting other strangers borrow his attention for seconds just to annoy the man with him; to make him want holden to pay attention to him and him alone.
"you look good, i'll give you that," reaching out, holden breached the other's personal space to adjust and smooth out his tie, patting it against his chest with an almost mocking glint in his eyes as he leaned forward to whisper in his ear; his head angled to keep the horns on his mask from knocking against the man with him. "but like i said, i don't know you. i don't know if you actually are... how did you put it? quite good? why don't you give me a demonstration... get me hard without using your hands. right here, right now..."
"should be easy for you unless you aren't as good as you think you are."
masquerade balls had never been in lysander's life before now, he vaguely remembered his family going to a few when he was a child but he wasn't allowed to go. instead, the siphoner was locked away in the attic where he'd wait until they returned home and secretly try to master his unique gifts.
it took a bit of an adjustment for him at first, it wasn't like other parties that lysander had attended— normally people just drank beer or whatever liqour was provided and danced to whatever music was popular at the time. this was a lot more formal and he couldn't recognize anyone behind the decadent and elaborate masks that everyone seemed to be adorned in.
he'd been sitting alone at a table when he caught the eye of a blonde, his bare torso was visible and lysander had to appreciate the muscles that were on display for everyone. however, he didn't intend to be caught and could have sworn his cheeks were burning a bright crimson right now.
"i, well i was just appreciating the view." he got up, his hand around the rim of his drink as he approached the stranger. "and i don't know you." he retorted, resting his arm against the side of the wall. "i need to prove myself now?" he cocked a brow, though the grin didn't fade. "well for one, i know i'm quite good." he took a step forward. "and you'll see how good i look without a mask on."
all holden did in response was smirk. it seemed easy to push his buttons and, for lack of a better word, annoy him. the idea of people thanking him after they spent some time together was comical because it either meant he was that talented or he was concerned with impressing holden so he was fluffing up the truth a bit. either way it amused him.
there really wasn't a reason for him to be testing the stranger like this-- the gala was obviously designed for them to need no build, no pomp and circumstance, to climb into bed with each other. they wanted everyone to just fuck and enjoy themselves without needing the precontext of flirting and foreplay and yet holden was being stubborn... and who could blame him. a simple challenge to a stranger had earned him quite the show.
smirking, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, he watched through his mask as the man pretended to drop something so he could purposefully bend over; showing off the curve of his ass as his ample cheeks brushed teasing against holden's groin.
it didn't make him hard, but it definitely got his attention.
"you didn't need to prove anything, not really." holden teased with a smirk as he reached forward to lightly pat his right hand against the man's waist as he moved to stand up straight again. "i just wanted to see if you were good at doing as you were told." his voice dropped into a husky whisper. holding up the key he'd already grabbed to show the stranger, he let that be his invitation. he didn't say anything else, didn't ask for the man to follow him, he simply turned and made his way towards the stairwell so he could find them a room.
the anonymity of the masquerade ball was making lysander a bit bolder and so forward with the stranger. he'd never had a problem picking up bed mates but there was something about not knowing a thing about the guy you were hitting on, even their face was a mystery that brought a certain thrill to the siphoner.
there was no doubt the guy was playing hard to get, not something lysander was particularly fond of doing with whatever food it was he was about to eat… though he decided to entertain it. maybe it was those abs that was giving him the motivation to do so. "well, i don't think anyone can truly gauge my skills except for myself.. though i've been thanked by just about every partner i've ever had." he said, taking up the space between them.
although lysander didn't like the stranger trying to make him jealous, his voice remained unphased. "i didn't know people needed to prove themselves to get some action." clearly annoyed, he contemplated for a second of what he could possibly do. "alright, you want to see what i've got to offer." lysander turned around to discreetly bend over and show off his ass to the stranger, grazing against his crotch for a second while he pretended to pick something up from the floor.
