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All her life Truly Davelvon has been kept a secret from the rest of Atlantis, a nation founded by pirates five hundred years ago. She's a Davelvon, descended from...
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On the night of Samhain or Halloween, as the off-islanders call it, Greek row is hopping. All around the islands, huge bonfires burn, encouraging those who've departed within the year to find their way to the afterlife. Within the Greek houses, wild Samhain parties rage. Both inside and out, a mixture of costumed foreigners mingle with those from the islands who prefer to keep their faces hidden with masks to ensure malevolent spirits can't find them. Tonight the veil between the living and the dead is the thinnest. Many embrace it by attempting to communicate with the dead. The only contingencies the locals have is that they must do it outside. No one wants spirits within their houses, especially troublesome ones. That and their windows and doors must stay lined with salt so that nothing unwanted crosses them.
In Kade's frat room, Truly finishes the black around Kade's eyes to give them both a more demonic look befitting their demon masks. Truly grows frustrated when he flinches again. "Would ye stop movin'."
A look of irritation crosses Kade's face. "Stop tryin' to blind me, and I won't have to."
"I ain't trying ta blind ye. I'm putin' a feckin' brush ta ye eyelid. Ye keep flinchin' and I will blind ye jist ta get it done." Truly gives him a warning glare as she tries to go in again.
"Yer pressing hard enough." Kade grumbles, regretting the fact he agreed to this.
"Oh... me... stars." Truly finishes up his right eye and moves to his left. "Ye are such a baby. I'm barely touchin' ye."
"Yer touching me plenty and in none of the places I prefer."
Truly leans in and gives him a quick peck on the lips. "T'ere, ye happy enough ta hold still for t'ree more seconds, pirate?"
Kade's lip thin as he pretends to consider his options. "It's a hard bargain, Treasure, but I'll accept it. You're lucky I love ye."
A smile crosses her face as she finishes up his eye. "Aye, I t'ank me lucky stars every day t'at ye do." She rises on her toes to wrap her arms around his shoulders and kiss him. The gold medallion fringe belt around her hips jingles. "I love ye, too. Aa oosalle," my pirate. "Now, get ye mask on before some hobgoblin decides ta carry me handsome pirate off ta te netherworld."
Kade rolls his eyes, snagging his masculine devil mask as requested. "The doors and windows are salted. We're safe in the house." They're safe outside as well, in his eyes. He's not superstitious like his fellow Atlanteans, including his wife.
"Well, t'en do it so ye don't look like some new species of ring-eyed monkey." She playfully smiles. Stepping back, she grabs her feminine gold demon mask with two spiral horns coming off each side. She carefully places it on her face and ties the black satin ribbon around her head to keep it in place.
Throwing her a light glare, Kade secures his own in place. "Don't make me throw ye over my shoulder and drag ye down with me."
Truly raises a brow. Not that he can see it past her mask. "Has me pirate turned siren?"
