75 Godiva, Tuesday morning

[vdistinctive]

Eliot loved Halloween. The island was always nice enough to keep things nice and dark all day, which not only meant his vampire boyfriend didn't have to worry about catching fire, it also confused the hell out of all the prey on the preserve. He came home from his morning hunt today with half a dozen rabbits, a sack of fresh venison, and a large quantity of deer blood for Hardison.

Who didn't like a little blood sausage to brighten up their fall mornings?

He set the whole haul onto the kitchen island and looked it over with a wolfish grin, then whistled for the only other canine member of his pack. Val came trotting right up, tail wagging a mile a minute, and Eliot was half-tempted to shift just so he could wag his back. But paws were not meant for wielding butcher knives, and if these rabbits resembled their living selves too much by the time Parker swooped in, she'd be moaning about it until next week. Besides, he had a party to cater!

He tossed Val a couple vertebrae to gnaw on, and set to work, whistling a cheerful tune as he went.

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[whoisalicewhite]

Yesssss Parker breathed, too scattered and excited to stay cohered together for a minute. She re-formed, and grinned brightly at Eliot. "I think I'll go in my period outfit! With the cats-eye glasses and stuff. Are you going to dress up special?"

[vdistinctive]

"Guess so. Hardison says I'm not allowed to just go all wolfy."

Apparently that was 'cheating'.

[whoisalicewhite]

"He's so particular," Parker said, with a large side of affection. "I swear, he'd have us both dress up like Victorian era or Napoleonic sometime just to get that vampire nest vibe going." She cocked her head. "I think I could imagine that. And you'd look good with a ruffly shirt."

[vdistinctive]

Eliot shook his head. "You know I don't do fancy." For one thing, he tended to shred through shirts when he shifted. "I'll just find some stuff in my closet. And maybe use some face paint." He smiled. "So what do you think, should I go scary or pretty?"

[whoisalicewhite]

Parker draped herself on him like a chilly-but-affectionate cloak. "You can't help being pretty," she whispered. "So I think you're going to have to try for scary."

[vdistinctive]

Like a welcome chilly breeze, she was.

"Flatterer," he said. "You can help advise me when it's time to get ready. Make sure I get something scary enough."