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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Apr 8, 2017 11:03:10 GMT
"Not quite like the car though close enough I would never name a child such a thing these days. Be like naming them Chevy or Kia. Course I do know a lot of Mercedes." He joked. Chortling at his own joke even as he didn’t mention Lexus’s, Porsha’s, and strangely enough Fords. Yeah he guessed they were named after where they were conceived.
Taking the warmth, she offered with the very chaste offer of hand in hand he went on. " I can see you being someone’s muse and them creating all sorts of things. Shame you should never grow accustomed to not being kissed. Hell, I barely remember how but god even I haven’t gotten used to it not happening as much as Like and half as much as I need."
He leaned in without breaking their hand hold and kissed her. Or more accurately he kissed the corner of her mouth where a woman’s smile hides. Her real smile the smile she doesn’t share freely with eth rest of the world the smile she saves when she is alone with the person of her heart’s desire. He wasn’t saying he was hers but that he knew the old wives’ tale and wished her happiness. "You should be kissed until your name becomes the meaning of such a thing."
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Post by Chidera on Apr 8, 2017 18:26:00 GMT
Sharing the laugh at his joke, and nodding" name's are strange things they can evoke emotion and thought all around the one word "
As he spoke of her maker she wouldnt ruin his sentiment by telling astin that her maker had been a horrible beast of a creature and that she,was glad that he'd been ended. Instead she blushed and bit her bottom lip.
It happened to be just as he kissed the corner of her mouth. Swallowing thickly, what sorcery was this? Chidera was supposed to be the seduction, the hunter but here she was being seduced. Astin Vincent was way more dangerous than she'd thought.
Only days before he'd seemed scared of her but now.. her words jumbled in her head" you are a dangerous poet sir astin. Dangerous and very handsome "
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Apr 10, 2017 9:34:43 GMT
He spared a second absorbing her scent. Not a physical scent but one that clawed into the head all the same." I’ll take the dangerous but I wouldn’t hurt a gadfly if ‘n I wasn’t asked. I don’t want to hurt ya though that seems ta be what I am good at. So, drinks and a conversation open and honest if anything comes of it nobody is at fault; I want my people safe and if you give me chance to know you, you would be one of my people."
Big talk true enough but he’d go into the fires of hell to save one of his fellow citizens, RPIT members, and friends. The truth of that he wore like the badge on his hip. It was his religion. Allowing those words to sit in the air he escorted Chidera into the speakeasy. It was dusky smelling of old wood and new sweat. The lights at just right dimness to make everything and everyone seem a bit more attractive a bit more mysterious and all together more hio than they perhaps were. But the party never stopped in the Yat so just maybe the cool was a bit more than it seemed.
Taking an open table instead of the more intimate booth as it’d give them both a view of the entrances and exits he pulled out her chair for her. Once she settled he slid her chair in and took the other. Nodding to the waitress he waited for her to approach Chidera to order first.
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Post by Chidera on Apr 10, 2017 14:22:41 GMT
She believed that of him but part of her kbee something he didn't that two of his people had already been in her not so tender care. Whike he wouldn't hurt a fly less he had to she mostly enjoyed her pastime as mistress de pain at the chapel.
Though they both had a job they both did their jobs well, she smiled" ok then I would like that"
As his behavior mayched the southern gent pulling out of chairs and letting her order she grinned. Ordering a sazrac with the absinthe and light on bitters. She was old enough to have been around before the drink. It reminded her of European flavors while being distinctly new orleans.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Apr 11, 2017 2:38:53 GMT
Their Sazeracs on the way he settled in looking at the bar time on the entrance wall. The jazz was a fusion of afrocuban influences and had more driving bass than usual which made it really danceable. "I suppose I should start now as we're here," he said with a smile.
"Unlike you I wasnt raised too far from here spent time going from my folks place over in Chalmette to up north and back. So I guess I got NoLa in my blood. Aint never think that made me special guess it did. Not that you have ta worry but I carry a straon of lycanthropy in me. Doctors cany figure the strain. "
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Post by Chidera on Apr 11, 2017 3:19:02 GMT
Chidera listened then smiled at his story. She thought then spoke" this might sound strange but I was born in a small village off the ivory coast of africa. The slave trade was naught but rumor then."
Shed given her age general strokes but fair was fair." I can't peg all of it but my animal to call is lion. There is part of you that draws me, so you hold lion in at least some part"
She shrugged in a non committed way. Drinks arrived and she took her glass raising her glass" to the mysteries of life and the making of connections"
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Apr 11, 2017 3:57:43 GMT
Raising his glass momentarily on autopilot. Lion? Fuck sakes. He thought the worst strain in his understanding. Sixty percent of the lycanthropes he'd pit down had been lion strain. Him really how the hell was that.
Swallowing he smirked it away. "Before slace trade really all the way back to near ancient egypt. Long commute to here. Glad you are though." Taking a sip he quick sipped another sitting it down on the tanle his eyes following. He looking back to her he quirked a brow. " So tell me how do you have an affinity for lion is it a metaphysical preference or something else,"
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Post by Chidera on Apr 11, 2017 4:43:03 GMT
His commentary had her hiccuping in laughter." No not quite that far but I have met vampires who remember nefertiri"
Thinking on it" I am not sure actually some belive my animal is from the place I originated so I could have gotten hyena or jaguar by that vein. What ever cause it is that metaphysically I can feel call and connect with lions and have been ever since my hundredth year"
Sipping slowly as she sat with him.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Apr 11, 2017 5:14:10 GMT
"Well, okay, not that far but far enough to have watched the world change often enough." He sipped thinking about that. She was living history yet small and warm here and vibrant as he was,probably more really.
"The reason I asked , well you can imagine what I see even with what Gates keeps from us. Its a lot to take in. To process really. But the the cpmmon thing is over yhe course of just one year more lions have come cross my cross hairs than any other strain. It bothers me when I let it. When I have time to try to process it all. And you don't feel like that. That violent power that unyielding. That need to master everything. You seem different than that."
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Post by Chidera on Apr 11, 2017 5:34:42 GMT
She nodded" yes I have seen much of the world planes are still a marvel and cell phones"
Thinking about his words" well while I am drawn and hold my own metaphysical lion I am not wholely lion as a shifter. Though my line is one of rage and warrior so in that vein lions fit but because I know and feed on rage I know well how to cool and bury my own."
She thought about what he said of gates hiding things." If you had things like bton or the docks happen weekly would you or you compatriots be able to handle the onslaught?"
This was asked curiously not in condescension or taunt. Gates did things to avoid this outcome ty o protect the humans from them and others who would hurt them.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Apr 11, 2017 5:46:06 GMT
"Onslaught?" He chuckled sourly at how appropriate that word was. "Doubt it. But we would try. We would soldier on as long as we could." Del didnt admit what he knew in his heart. The politicians would mess it up. Laws would be repealled it would go back to the old days.
Even the good monsters like himself would be hunted. Hell they'd be the first to go. Yeah nobody really wanted that. People sucked.
Sighing he switched subjects well sort of. "So you can really feel lion somewhere in me? How does that feel?"
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Post by Chidera on Apr 11, 2017 6:15:27 GMT
His honesty was nice but she could tell he knw better and that her point was made. Drink half finished it did very little other than taste good and create warming.
His question made her head tilt. How to phrase it." Its sort of a cross between metal detector and compass inside the more lion and more power the bigger the alert. Its like a tug of your fishing line that little pull that makes you stop and take notice."
Those sounded close but not quite right" but mostly when I am around lion I feel home, the warmth of the sun on the plains, the sound of tall grass in bare breeze before rain, the smell of earthy red clay and golden amber eyes that watch hidden from under trees... you feel faintly of those things to me. Like I caught a glimpse or had a memory"
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Apr 11, 2017 7:49:54 GMT
"I got some people like that. My Krewe. They grew older with me. I'd say grew up but most of us sides from Ozee didn't really grow up. We just got older still the same scrawny kids underneath it all." He smiled thinking about what they looked like and how things ended up.
It was funny having D back even for a little while was like the concentrated essence of home. Weird that he thought as he sipped taking it slow and easy. The drink was good but the Inns version was better.
"Look at me running off at the mouth down memory lane. Whatcha really like Chidera? Whats yout one dream you aint seen yet?"
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Post by Chidera on Apr 11, 2017 22:22:46 GMT
Her smile flashed fang barely" no I am enjoying learning about you."
Thinking quietly " well litterally ,I do not dream often figuratively is what you meant I am guessing?"
Biting at her lip gently " when I was first made I would dream that I had stayed human and that I still was in my village, when that made me weak to others my dream change to being the fiercest of warriors and most saught after of strategist in the courts. That dream came mostly true though the vampire police are still touted feircer."
Pausing for a sip to steady herself" then coming here my usefulness was accepted readily so I dreamed of love and it found me. I threw my whole being into it only to have it and him make a weak fool of me that left me feeling lost and bereft of direction. So now my dream is that the lions left in my care by Estelles misdeeds will thrive and grow to be well balanced and healthy as much as any can despite their creation"
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Apr 12, 2017 7:17:27 GMT
He sighed "Everybody hurts evrybody. Most times not on purpose. It still happens you gotta figure out whose worth hurting for and how much?" Chuckling he stopped himself. It was funny to him that he could even thinking of talking love and hurt to someone whod seen the turn of more than one century.
"Sorry, didnt mean to presume. But seems as if all your dreams of late involve effecting the world around you. Not being affected. I always dreamed to be happy well happy and a cop. Me and Guy werr gonna be partners and make a real difference."
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