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Post by boo radley on Aug 3, 2009 2:11:14 GMT
Louis shrugged. "I was speaking my own thoughts aloud." He knew she knew. Everyone knew. Well, perhaps excepting Jacqueline. But nonetheles... the poor girl was being ripped apart in front of everyone by words alone. "Pardon, cherie."
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Post by alldrenched on Aug 3, 2009 2:52:37 GMT
Rowan smiled, she was so used to answering thoughts as often as words, and had he not often done the same? She opened the large glass doors and stepped out onto the dock outside, the wind blowing wildly and beautifully, sea mist caught in it and washed over her face. It was beautiful and crisp.
Stella looked to Gabrielle, she was as allusive as Marius in her days in the Talamasca, in her field work she had only grasped hints of her presences, and now she was her kin. She looked to her, her beautiful blond hair pulled away from her face as usual, as though it were a nuisance. She was glamorous despite the way she dressed, her very manner was graceful and lovely. Stella wondered if after centuries in her body if she would attain the same grace, though something told her Gabrielle had always been like this. Something in her demeanor reminded Stella of Rowan, Rowan so far away now that she couldn't pick up even the slightest hint of direction, though she knew where she was, where she had to be.
"And who else have we to wait for in order for this ragtag coven to be complete? My David is out there somewhere, and Pieter, his replacement, is searching for me now. Marius, he is here too, and who else will show up next? The eldest of us, I feel them out there too, Maharet perhaps looking for her charges," refering to Mona and Quinn, "And others, I feel them come now, as though they were drawn by some beacon, but what beacon?" Stella looked over the group.
She looked down, Oncle Julien had tried to warn her, something so important, but even her new vampiric mind could not cut through the fog that hung over those moments, the moments of death.
She felt suddenly the urge to call out to him, to him as he had called out to their Lasher. Come my beloved Julien, guide me again.
Pieter had called for a car, he was leaving the hospital though Charles and Ryan were talking about psychological exams and Sterling was forbidding him (as though he weren't the Superior General, as though he weren't the one in charge at all.) He slipped into the soft leather bench seat of the towncar and explained to the driver that directions would be less than direct this evening. He claimed he wanted to tour the French Quarter. He would find her, he would tell her what he knew, though he wasn't very sure of that himself.
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Post by boo radley on Aug 3, 2009 20:12:57 GMT
"I was warned by Mael," Gabrielle said simply. "Something bad, something terrible is going to happen. To Lestat." Here her violet eyes flickered to Jacqueline. "If you mean us no harm, you can stay. But if you, in any way try to harm Lestat, be it by words or exposure, I will kill you, whatever Louis says to stop me. If Lestat doesn't beat me to the chase."
Jacqueline sighed. "You all are the most powerful in here. How on earth could a mortal like me expose any of you further than your own Lestat has?" Immediately she wished she hadn't said it. Gabrielle's eyes narrowed. "I mean you no harm, as I have said, nor will I ever. My word is good."
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Aug 8, 2009 23:25:16 GMT
"He's ran off with Rowan," Mona said, "I think...he seemed so preoccupied with her lately and I think they finally did it."
~San Franciso~
Lestat grinned, "Yes I have, I was just caught off guard." he explained, he was so distracted by the house he'd went off into his own mind for a bit, he usually didn't let that happened but once in awhile, especially in Wal-Mart. He followed her out onto the dock, he placed an arm around her, " This is going to sound strange, but is the ocean as beautiful in the sunlight? I cannot recall ever seeing it as a mortal." he had spend some time standing on beaches, forgetting what it looked like in the light, and not knowing if he'd ever seen it other than in movies and paintings, "I've seen it in the theatre, and in paintings, but I can't recall ever seeing it in person."
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Post by alldrenched on Aug 9, 2009 0:39:53 GMT
This was part of the beauty of vampires, this innocent question. A vampire is perhaps always a bit his age, never having developed fully, lived fully, and Lestat then, was in many ways, despite his age, a man in his twenties, while she was growing closer to forty by the minute. She smiled, "Yes, it is a deep clear navy." She thought on it more, memories of sunrises on the Sweet Christine, since she hadn't seen the bay in so long. "And on those rocks it gets foamy, and the bubbles make the rocks look like quartz, and the sea picks up all the rays of the light and some how, deflects them," No it did not just reflect them, it fought them, it was somehow a deeper blue in daylight than it was now.
"Yes, very beautiful."
Stella looked to Mona, her cousin too many times over and by too many degrees to even count, and now connected by more incestuous blood; she was glad to hear Mona's beautiful even-toned voice explaining in a sentence what Stella might have drawn out into a speech.
She was glad to have them around her, even Gabrielle, who she did not know at all, but from her own son's writing. She wondered where David was, and Quinn.
"The sun is coming fast." She could feel it now, an uncontrollable drowsiness that washed over her. "We should all get to our own hiding places, we can gather again tomorrow." Though Stella didn't know if she truly would, she hid this well, but when she woke the next day she might just leave, take to the air and chase after Rowan.
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Aug 9, 2009 13:59:23 GMT
Lestat smiled, taking a peek into her memories, seeing everything she described, if anything he wished he could have seen before he was turned, it was the ocean in the sunlight. He'd never thought of the things he had missed in his mortality, but lately as he got older he began wondering. He really needed to talk to Marius about these feelings, he would know. He had seen it briefly when he switched bodies, but he had had David with him, and they had spent much of the time in the little room, practicing on what he would do when the time came to switch back. " I do remember what little I saw of it when I was human and the body thief incident, but I had David who pushed me to practice coming out of my body" he laughed, all that seemed so long ago.
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Post by alldrenched on Aug 9, 2009 21:27:14 GMT
The body thief incident, the way Lestat referred to one of his many adventures. She had adventures of her own, but none of hers had ended with one of Lestat's deep laughs, that rang so childishly despite the masculine tone. Her adventures had all been blunders, to the one, and none of them ended happily. Perhaps that was why she refused the blood.
He seemed very vulnerable to her, in his youthful appearance, his need for love, his want for attention. It made her smile, though she hid these thoughts. He was a beautiful prideful beast, and in that they were a like. Their pride had been what injured them most, and generally they had been their own undoing.
"Why do you truly want to make me this?" she said, pressing her fingers against his hard chest.
"So we can watch the sun burn out, the world destroyed, together? And would we be together then? Would I be half as interesting if I were like you?" She returned to the question always hanging in the air, though she had answered it a hundred times.
Pieter had pulled up in front of the building, he knew who was inside, he knew she was there, but he couldn't make himself leave the car. He was rigid when it came to rules, his sponsor and mentor in the Talamasca was David. David had built into him this idea of honor, that it could be an honor to follow the rules, and now that Stella was... He couldn't complete that thought. Stella, despite her little kiss, was not a danger to him.
He stared off at the door, before opening it slowly, he hurried out of the car and moved to the door. He knocked quietly on it, as though a sound were necessary. He did all this so quickly that he could not back out, so that he couldn't drive away, perhaps never to see Stella again, though he doubted that.
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Aug 10, 2009 0:57:06 GMT
Lestat thought, pulling her hand into his, "Because I don't think I can bear another moment of watching you grow older" he said, "I want to spend eternity with you Rowan, and I'll be damned if I let mortality get in my way of having you forever" he explained, putting emphasis on what he said, "You will always be interesting to me,: he kissed the back of her hand gently, "I cannot find a boring bone in your body petit." he smiled at her. "And if the world ends, and we are there when it does, let it come! I look forward to watching it tumble if you are there, think not of the end but the beginning of a new life, a life of us together for eternity!" he tilted his head, his hypnotizing eyes looking at her with earnest.
~New Orleans!
Mona stared at the door, aghast that someone was at Lestat's, again, she pulled the door open and stared at Pieter "Why...?" she stared, her mouth half open, "Um..come in?" she said it almost as a question rather than an invite. Since when did Lestat's flat become a meeting place of Talemascans and Vampires?
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Post by alldrenched on Aug 10, 2009 2:21:38 GMT
Pieter immediately felt his discomfort grow as his eyes roamed Mona. He hadn't seen her since the change, and his long honed proper British manners nearly prevented him from saying anything at all. He looked to Stella who watched him like a curious child.
"Stel-uhh, I am sorry, I am sorry," he muttered, nearly leaving before he felt a hand on his shoulder, Stella. She was leading him in and she was no longer shocked now just.. he couldn't read her.
Stella's eyes wandered Pieter, it was clear he had broken his own trusted rules to be here, but what he wanted to tell her she doubted she would like others to hear. She took him by his shoulder, she pulled him slowly into a nearby bathroom so she could have at least the illusion of privacy.
"You shouldn't be here," David's words spilling from her lips. She smiled at it,"Why are you here Pieter? My request for your protection might easily be broken by any one here, or nearby." Though David's demands would be heeded and he would sweep down if anyone attempted to harm him. Likely.
Pieter knew only that he had to tell her something, but yes, he didn't know what. He took in a deep breath, craving the crackled of tobacco and the thick, sweet smoke that came with it.
"Your parents are fine, and Michael, but Julien, Julien told me I must come to you." Pieter never referred to ghosts by their real name, he said spirits lost their personalities, and thus had no right to the name of the human they once were.
She watched him closely, he was shaking, he was still far more ill from his encounter than he believed or saw. "One day, you need to rest as much as I do. And get your notes together, and Sterling's and I will meet you again tomorrow night." She didn't know that she would keep this promise but she would talk to him tomorrow night. She led him back through the crowd that had gathered in the formal living room, out the door, and into the towncar. She told the driver he was sick, that he had to go back to First Street if not Mayfair Medical.
Pieter curled up on the leather seat as he was whisked away.
Stella turned back to the group, she wanted to say nothing of Pieter, she wanted only to find a nice dark room downstairs and sleep.
Rowan nodded silently, she couldn't see it though, that they would be together still in the end. She had read the novels all the vampires had written, she knew it was unlikely, and unlikelier yet if he was the one to turn her.
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Post by boo radley on Aug 11, 2009 1:17:20 GMT
Gabrielle's eyes narrowed. She was seriously starting to get annoyed with the number of Talamascans and Vampires coming here. "I swear, the moment I find out what this is about..."
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