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Post by alldrenched on Jun 14, 2009 21:18:56 GMT
Rowan's smile grew against the harsh landscape of her face. Another tiny miracle, she turned back to the city, she could feel his love for it, and it reminded her of her own love, the love that was gone now completely. She wanted icy mists of seawater to wash over her even in the middle of summer. She wanted the Sweet Christine, she wanted the spiraling hills and cement valleys.
"What do you want out of life now Lestat? What can anyone want at your age?" she asked suddenly, it surprised even her, she turned to watch him as he answered.
Pieter and David sat on the patio of a restaurant and discussed everything. David's voice poured from this new body, and it was all still disconcerting for Pieter.
Pieter tapped his long cigarette into an ashtray and stared down at the coffee they had ordered. He didn't want it, not the taste or the churning, empty feeling it left in his stomach. David kept bringing his own cup to his noise, taking long breaths of it. Eventually they decided to make their way up the Royal to St Charles Avenue, and to First Street.
Mayfair & Mayfair was swarming with people now, Pierce, Laura, Ryan, even Mary Jane Mayfair was there, looking like beautiful white trash in an expensive dress, like she always did. Charles leaned back in his chair, he was on the phone, convincing Susan to stay at home, that everything was fine. His head still felt like it was swimming, as he hung up the phone. He clicked the button on the receiver firmly, only to pick it up again. He punched for a line and dialed First Streets number as though it were second nature.
Michael had been sleeping lightly, and he woke instantly as the phone began to ring. He grabbed the towering phone and clicked the button,"Hello?" he said quietly, not wanting a nurse to run in and tell him how he should be resting not chatting on the phone in the middle of the night.
"Uhh, Michael," Charles didn't know how to begin..
When Pieter and David arrived there was a car waiting for them.
Eugenia stood outside,"Mr. Bruguière, Mr. Curry had to leave for Mayfair & Mayfair, he would like you to meet him there."
David glanced at the car, he was wary of this, but Pieter's grip was firm and he would not break it. Pieter was worried, he could tell, and he was starting to worry too. They slid into the long town car and sat in silence the whole ride over.
[ooc: yeah! well, my boyfriend comes in on wednesday/thursday (in the middle of the night) and he has never been so I am definitely going some time soon with him. when is your trip again?]
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Post by boo radley on Jun 14, 2009 21:27:55 GMT
(ooc: *is extremely jealous that she can't go to New Orleans with you people*  ) I entered the apartment and heard Rowan's voice, murmuring. I smiled. When she stopped talking, I called out. "Lestat?" |
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Jun 14, 2009 21:44:42 GMT
(ooc: if it works out right, it should be around the 5-12 of July, we're gunna go to Gulf Shores first and then go to New Orleans from there, like spend a couple of days in GS, cause my dad is addicted to that place ) Lestat thought, he'd never considered what he wants with life, he'd always just...lived, traveled, he'd seen almost everything, what would happen to him when the landscape became less in it? When he'd explored the darkest recesses of the earth, then what? "I don't know," he said, he was still in deep thought though. He wondered what he'd be doing at the Apocalypse? When everything ceased to exist, would he still exist? Or left floating around in the void of space, him and the rest of the damned. " I've never been asked that before cherie," I paused, hearing the familar voice through the hall, I turned "Pardon me," he said to Rowan and disappeared into the house, there he stood, his Merciful Death, his Louis. He wondered what brought him to the house tonight? He approached him, and embrace him almost immediately, waiting for Louis to reject it, but he didn't care, he hadn't seen his fledgling in what seemed like years, he wondered why, Louis knew where to find him all along, "Why did you wait so long, mon amour?" Lestat whispered in his ear, then pulled back and looked Louis over, he was the same, as he had been from his first transformation, although, paler since his bout with the coffin and Merrick's death. |
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 14, 2009 22:07:36 GMT
Rowan could see that she had stumped him, it seemed funny to her suddenly that he had never thought of this, like he was a happy child running about, reeking whatever havoc sounded best and not thinking of what would happen. He had turned others, he had brought others, and he would her if she allowed him, into this; he had made others into something that could presumably live until the end of times and he had not thought about this it seemed, he had never wondered what would happen to his children,brought blindly across to love him or fight him forever.
Rowan's thoughts were broken, she turned quickly staring inside, a voice, a loud preternatural voice saying Lestat's name. Her hair had fallen into her face, she was thinking fast, she didn't know this voice, it wasn't Quinn's, it was someone else. She stepped into the house slowly behind Lestat.
Stella wandered aimlessly before heading back downtown and to the apartment. She soared in the elevator and stepped out on the seventh floor. She turned and made her way around the long corridors with large brass numbered doors until she found the proper one. She knocked softly, hoping that Louis or Vittorio would answer, not Jacqueline, or that at the very least they were there.
David sat, nervously playing with a nearby paperclip as Charles explained it all. David stared down as Charles mentioned the books, particularly when he announced his outrage over the soon to be released Mayfair series. The office reminded David of the Motherhouse in Amsterdam, it was all highly oiled dark woods and leather with large paintings on light coloured walls. On the long dark mahogany desk there were pictures: a framed drawing of a cat with no tail, clearly drawn by a small child, next to that were pictures of Charles and Susan's wedding, and Stella as a young girl with them in Disney World and next to that one a picture of her as a teenager in Rome.
Pieter watched the videos over and over again. He was obsessive as he dug through all of the files and wrote his notes down. David stared at him as though he were a drug addict getting his latest fix. Pieter glanced back, the whole team was there, they were locking off properties left and right, and they were calling ever police station they could, reporting both Stella and Rowan kidnapped. It was the only way to get police looking for them discretely.
(ooc: I might be there a bit before that, Michael leaves the 6th of July, so we were thinking of going before then, though we have no time set yet.)
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Post by boo radley on Jun 15, 2009 1:41:39 GMT
"I did not know when to arrive," I said quietly. My eyes flickered over Rowan. "I am not the most important one in your eyes anymore, I see," I said sadly. Here I was, ready to embrace Lestat, for I had missed being with him for so long. But this was all I found. Of course, I cannot say that I didn't expect it. Rowan was the consummate human for Lestat in a long time.
"May I?" I asked Jacqueline politely. She smiled and nodded, saying it was likely Stella. I took the door. "Ah, hello there, dear," I said with warm eyes. "Shall we?" I offered my arm in that gentlemanly way that we used to centuries ago.
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 15, 2009 6:28:51 GMT
Stella took the offered arm, linking elbows with Vittorio. She watched him, as best she could from next to him, her big brown eyes roaming his body.
Beautiful, perpetually an adolescent but masculine still. It was wonderful, everything about him seemed so proper, it made her want to do ridiculous things, it made her want to be as impulsive as she could be.
What would he do if I pressed myself against him? How would he react to a warm, soft, fragrant, living human body touching his fully,she wondered, a smirk curling her lips despite her innocent doe eyes.
She didn't do it, though it took all of her strength, she thought the better of it. She had the ability to do just the wrong thing with her enchanting vampire loves; with Louis she had raced after him, raving like a mad woman for him to speak to her, that he could not do this any longer, that she hated him, that she needed him. She was what he had feared in that moment, she must have been, she thought now, she was Babette all over again that night. She felt ashamed.
She turned to look to Jacqueline,the heady charm of vampires would not wreck me tonight, she thought. Jacqueline was beautiful too, she thought on it silently, did they ever let anyone into the Order that was not gorgeous? Or was it the genes, did the genes that made her a witch and gave Jacqueline her gifts that link themselves with beauty, as though they had a mind of their own?
"Where is Louis?"Rowan's chilling gray eyes focused on Louis, dazzling, his long black hair, his blinding green eyes, the innocence and sorrow that hung on him like perfume. Louis, she knew him instantly from the book and from the way that Lestat's eyes washed over him.
His words shocked her, the jealousy, had they not always loved each other, did he not have any night to come here and be loved before her. She didn't understand jealousy, even after Mona was with Michael she never worried herself about it. (Oy, I am having an English fail day, I hope this makes sense  )
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Post by boo radley on Jun 15, 2009 17:38:18 GMT
(haha it's totally okay ) "Louis?" I asked quietly. "He has gone to see a friend, he should be back." I nodded in agreement, blocking my mind. Louis had gone to see Lestat, something he wasn't even sure that he ought to do."Come, sit," I said, motioning to the chair. "Will you not eat anything?" |
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 16, 2009 1:04:08 GMT
"A friend?" Stella said, her face falling serenely flat in her frustration and thought.Would they be so stupid? Would they be in his apartment? She hadn't been able to will herself back since her traumatic experience with Lasher. Out in the yard, when she was sick with seeing spirits, and him there, the smell.
She heard Jacqueline's voice as though she was removed from herself, as though it were coming down a tube from far away. Eating, other than the two beignets earlier, she hadn't had anything. Hmm, some coffee, and juice sometime yesterday. She couldn't think of food.
"Umm, No, I am fine." Stella responded, clearly distracted.
She took in a deep breath, her eyes moving over Vittorio and then to Jacqueline. And then she bolted, running fast out the door and down the stairs.
Rowan would answer her questions, Rowan would see what she has done to Michael, and Rowan, most of all, would talk to her, she had to talk to her! ROWAN! Rowan was the only one who understood, the only one with a still beating heart that had suffered as she had suffered, that had done what she was to do.
Stella fled fast on foot despite her painful heels; she numbed herself to her feet, which were bleeding now and ran, stomping through downtown to the Quarter. Her head reeled, her heart strained to keep up with demand, she spun about trying to remember what street she was on as she got more lightheaded, then she sprinted off again.
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Post by boo radley on Jun 16, 2009 18:01:43 GMT
"My God, that can't be good." Why couldn't Stella just calm down?
"No, not at all. Pardon me, my dear, but now I must find her." I ran faster than her, in a blur. And as she got up to sprint again, I stopped her in my arms. "Stella, why are you running? Calm. Calm."
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Jun 17, 2009 3:15:58 GMT
Lestat threw himself away from him, Louis and his moping disasterous emotions, "You know you can come here anytime you want!" I said, "I told you that from the beginning Louis,and you were here before she was!" he held in his anger, keeping from flying all over Louis, as he used to all those years back, "And what about your Stella? Has she replaced me mon amour?" he asked, his words seething with his own brand of retaliation.
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