Mason was happy for his sister.

It required considerable patience on his part to not reveal any annoyance about the bill, though. He was inbetween meetings when he received the call; Mason flinched at the eager voice through the speaker, needing a moment to placate her. ”I wanna get married in a stadium!” She whined, ”It would mean so much if you helped out with paying. Please, Mason? Please?”

Audrey’s fiance was the star quarterback for his team. If that wasn’t enough laurels and accolades to his name— he was the first star elf quarterback in the league. It was a far cry from the prejudice Mason recalled the race experiencing in his youth. Times changed, though, and it was apparent that they changed quick; enough to make Mason see it enter his personal life.

Not that I care. Who the fuck should care? Love is love, or something like that. Mason rubbed his temples with a free hand, wearily dismissing puzzled aids. He began to pace, speaking insistently.

When he began to illustrate to his sister the cost of it all, the planning and permissions they had to gain to even stage an event, Audrey just buckled down. “It’s his whole life! His career! My husband! Please, Mason, please?”

… And then they were here.

The burden of footing the check and organizing everything was shouldered by him.

He'd bitch, but managed to reassure himself this was for family. The empty bleachers were strung up with rafters, spotlights illuminating the entire field despite the night already underway. Wherever he looked, there were swathes of people. Plus-ones, friends of family-- people that wanted to impress.

Mason couldn’t begin to count the amount of guests that were milling about in the grassy field. The amount of voices hurt his ears.

There were countless attendees, thousands plates of food, and an absurd amount of footballs. Even the cake was a football. This isn’t marriage to fucking last a month. Who wants to tell their grandkids the marriage was sports-themed? Mason glowered at everyone from his seat of honor.

His pride was assuaged, at least, for recognized pulling off the herculean feat of getting this wedding into reality. Audrey was giddily talking to him, and though he intermittently partook in the conversation, Mason ultimately resigned himself to silence.

He couldn’t help but feel sullen. Prosperity came to him easy in the form of best-selling books, but love hadn’t.

You realize you have an issue at hand around the third divorce. Being disgustingly rich didnt really help it your marital affairs. Is it me? Or is it them? He rubbed the bridge of his nose tentatively, losing himself in the trail of thoughts. It wasn’t somewhere that he’d like to venture too deep into.

Its definitely not the looks, at least. He spared himself a glance at the silverware. Mason looked younger for a man in his mid-twenties. There was a certain brooding charm to him, he realized; serious dark eyes, a messy tangle of hair, and a sort of intensity in the way he held himself. It was the type of protagonist his contemporaries envisioned in their lovesick, romance novels.

Mason looked back up with a dissatisfied expression. The displeasure written across his face was enough to discourage some hesitant, yet eager, man from approaching him; likely a fan. He watched them scurry away, idly finishing his train of thoughts. *Amsie was fun for a month, but the charm of being a tiefling wore off. That one kitsune…- Fuck, I forgot her name. Whatever. I signed a prenup for her. I could never date an orc girl, though.

… But her heard a distant voice in the fringes of his mind. Someone was calling to him.

He looked to the side. “— Yes?”

Hello,

Thank you for taking time to read! I’m looking to RP a scenario in a modern fantasy universe with a ratio between smut and story that we can discuss. Mason, a successful author in a modern fantasy setting, meets someone that changes the trajectory of his night— or even life. One night stand, a more slow-burning type of plot as they get to know each other, etc. Surprise me with what kind of character you come up with!

Writing of similar quality/literacy to the sample above is a must. Please do not be offended if I choose to not collaborate if I believe your writing is below that. I’m entirely open to RPing as dominant, submissive or a switch. Let’s discuss first! We can also communicate kinks and boundaries as well.

DM me with a sample or a small chat and we can talk about continuing in PMs or over disc. Thank you!