Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Dec 28, 2017 1:56:13 GMT
She felt his eyes but he was ever the gentleman. smirking then debating a drink" I think something refreshing but sweet. Mint julep with a twist"
When the waitress came that was her order they would put a tiny twist of lemon in for her not enough to be lemonade but just a hint. Legs crossing she shrugged out of her jacket the deep burgundy blouse was tight at wrist and bicep but loose between. Made of some blend of silk and another natural fabric.
" so what other fun thing have you been up to besides wrangling rouge lions,?"
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 28, 2017 2:15:01 GMT
"Wouldn't say fun by any stretch really. Seems the witches got a national mafia in the works. so lots of brushing up on their practices." He wouldn't g into details mainly as he was trying to not work for once.
"The question really should be asked of you, what fun things have taken your time... you've not been seen around as much." He didn't delude himself he knew she was only seen when she wanted. As much as the local paps trailed behind the Kiss he knew they had their ways of avoiding notice. This instance just one of many where she was unseen by them. He sometimes thought the rumours of hidden tombs and mazes beneath city might actually be true.
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Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Dec 28, 2017 3:41:55 GMT
Ah the thorn in both their sides she grinned" no shop talk on your end got it..me well we've got some mild clean up after..well the situation in baton so theres that"
She shrugged noncommittaly then took a sip of the drink that was placed in front of her it was as she wanted hint tart minty and cloyingly sweet." How are theyoung ones settling in and your...sister?"
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 28, 2017 3:48:32 GMT
She reminded him of how much they actually shared. Tactfully but a reminder all the same. " They are really good. Especially considering their doctors are up in arms about some blood test they took. Came back a false positive for lycanthropy. And my sis well she done run into trouble but we got a litter mate out her way..." He chuckled at the fact Remy was a scrapper and usually more trouble than baby D by double.
Him being her safety net was like carrying a nuke to a punch-up. Brother had always been a little extreme. He had only got worse by enlisting.
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Post by Chidera on Dec 28, 2017 8:01:49 GMT
Brow raised" if i can help in some manner with the dr an such let me know. Trouble hmm yes that seened to find her alot here seems that is always."
She knew to whom the littermate comment reffered as the kiss had sent him to the city as a reprieve to death. Tho she let him have his assumed mystery." So what have you asked santa for this year and will he say you were naughty or nice?"
Winking as she took more drink.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 28, 2017 18:39:26 GMT
Not sure how she might help or if she’d done it before Del let that slip past him. He was a little too raw when it came to doctors and lycanthrope tests. The more things changed he thought.
" Yeah it does everyone has hobbies and hers seems to be never getting bored."
Del smiled bright and big enough to make a nun swoon allowing his accent to not only rear its head but do all the relative tongue driving.
" Well now dis is Nola darlin, naughty is nice and I ain’t been as naughty as I’d like nor as nice as I could be. Firmly smack dab in the middle of everything and everyone I suppose."
He could take a hint and while he laid it on a little thick he didn’t reach out to touch her. He was aware that she still showed signs of wariness when it came to it. Slow and steady so as to not cause her to be skittish.
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Post by Chidera on Dec 29, 2017 6:31:10 GMT
She made show of fanning herself. Brow raised" well dag on an ok then"
Chuckling santa was new by her age odly enough but she enjoyed the idea that a magic pale fatman brought good children gifts. She had met a vampire in the courts that had dubbed him self kringle. A man from what was now considered Yugoslavia.
He was bipolar tho and would kill as likely leave gifts.she ordered a second drink and listened to the slow jazz.peeking over at him" there are So many stories I could tell you of time before I was here"
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 29, 2017 7:02:14 GMT
He chuckled along with her. Her smile was infectious. He was glad she wasn’t using any vampire tricks, that she was actually enjoying being here with him. " Do tell…"
Taking her cue he ordered another Sazerac. Sipping down his drink he thanked the waitress with a nod. Turning his focus back to Chidera he smiled raising his glass in toast to her health.
He thought of his retirement it’d come up several times over the last few weeks. Seemed with everything happening in the area that a lot of Federal attention had been focused in their direction and the higher up muckamucks were eyeing him as a scapegoat." What if anything would you want to do if you could get a job doing anything."
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Post by Chidera on Dec 29, 2017 9:24:04 GMT
Chidera was about to start a story but his question threw her. Having never thought about it because she never had to. Her place was always dictated to her by others.
Parents, her sire, the council, new york master and even gates with his much looser grip on her life still had need of her in specific capacity. Talents and inclination were carefully cultivated things.
Thinking in true," where I was born I was meant to be midwife mother and wife to the cheifs third son of a neighboring tribe. So that would have been my life had the village not been massacred by my sire."
Thinking more" then I was his doll his pupil of horrible things. His dark death. No on ever asked would I enjoy learning to be a weapon they just taught"
" I like to paint and dance ballet maybe I would have been a dancer or dark romance novelist like the writer of dracula..which we vampires find fairly hilarous by the by"
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 29, 2017 9:58:05 GMT
He nodded listening to the age in her voice. It was a certain longing that immediately took him back in his imagination to something considerably less urbane than anything he could honestly imagine. Part of him saw the opening to Conan the barbarian in his head. A village of Zulu warriors instead of all the pale European actors form the screen. Something where might and a will to do a thing made it right as rain.
Funny thing her tale included something she might not have realized. There was no statute of limitations on murder or massacre. With the right push they could at least try her maker for murder in a court of law if she was so inclined. It would be nearly the first of its kind of case. He rubbed the cool glass alongside his head as he listened, intently.
“ So you like creating art inspiring a feeling. Have you tried to do so…"
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Post by Chidera on Dec 29, 2017 23:49:19 GMT
He was not thinking of the fact that since she was here that her sire had already met his death. He wiuld have never let her go. Dhe didnt tell him either.
Smiling " I have been called an artist more recently yes"
Her smile was pure but her meaning not. The compliment had been given after the carving job she'd done on a client. He had called her an artist of the flesh. A premiere of the death dance.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 30, 2017 1:35:45 GMT
He raised a brow but didn't ask the question. No shop talk also meant no cop talk. Instead he pivoted staying with the surface of their conversation.
"What do you prefer hand's on or the new digital styles?" He had to admit at least to himself if he could have been anything it'd have been a musician as stereotypical as that was here in the Crescent.
Of course all he'd never really wanted to be was a cop. A protector. Someone who made a difference. But yeah if not that a musician. Someone who could make the people happy or sad. Someone who could move people inspire them.
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Post by Chidera on Dec 30, 2017 2:19:49 GMT
Head tilting " technology is intresting but there is no replacing the feel of a paint brush and oils"
Watching him,she could almost see hin strong fingers caressing keys lips at the mouthpiece of a trumpet or sax. Bluesy smokey notes pulled from soul.
That made her grin" but yet here we are protectors by nature or creation and deadly good at it"
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 30, 2017 2:33:43 GMT
He knew she hadn't read his mind but her intuiting his thoughts were damn spooky. He chuckled as Nan was the same way at times. She spoke to ones thoughts as well as words.
"Yeah here we are, fine pair of dark lovelies with style and Grace to spare." Raising his glass notifying the server who was Hawking their drinks.
"You know what would be good?" He asked going on as if she'd guessed already. "There's a bit in ole Louis Park where can set up an easel and have you paint. You can sketch me like one of your French girls," he teased. He spoke facetiously yet he was serious. He knew they could grab a bottle settle in and converse freely into the night.
He'd wanted to suggest his place but knew what that would have sounded like. Hell in the last nine years only two women had ever been inside.
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Post by Chidera on Dec 30, 2017 3:17:53 GMT
Eyes lit up she grnned all the way to fang" lets do it"
She bolted her drink" meet me back here five minutes and we will go. Grab a good drink"
Before he could second guess she was kissing his cheek and gone. That unearthly speed on display. He had found a spark in her.
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