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| Dorian Ves'enthe | Jul 9 2011, 12:11 PM Post #1 |
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It was cool, the back corner of the room set aside for a special guest. His red eyes were carefully watching, making sure the people passed him by without more than the small motions of respect that he offered them. As Prince, he was owed that much, at least. The goblet of blood he held in his hand was still full, barely a sip taken out of it. Another goblet stood at the ready, waiting on the companion that was supposed to join him at some point throughout the evening. This was not a meeting that he was terribly excited about, meeting up with a woman he had been close with. The Prince closed his eyes and remembered back to a time when he had wooed her, just for her mind. It wasn't really out of love, not to gain her heart, but to gain her mind and soul, another child in the ranks of his mother's Vampires. He hadn't truly meant to hurt her, not really. It was just another job, his mother terribly pleased with the find he had come across on that gods-forsaken trip into the lands above. They had fought like cats and dogs, once the change happened. Dorian hadn't expected her to come to love him near as much as she did. It certainly created a problem between them, and she just couldn't understand that all she was to him was another child, another job to bring in the ranks of the army they were breeding. It created much discord between them, and now he was staying as far away from her as he could...up til tonight. Vera had no clue that he was gone to meet one of his children...all she knew was that he was out on business. It was all honest...he had no intentions of anything further with this woman than to make sure that she had everything she needed in the inn she had set up, and to make contact with her as his mother had desired. So, Dorian sat, waiting, watching the other patrons drink and make merry. Edited by Dorian Ves'enthe, Jul 9 2011, 04:38 PM.
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| Sylvanna De'la'Verre | Jul 10 2011, 11:27 AM Post #2 |
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Never did Sylvanna believe this would happen. Never did she expect to sit before him again, to share a drink, to...chat. Yet the call had come, a letter perfectly scribed and addressed to her. Would it have been so difficult to summon her in person? Had they not lived in the same city for...how many years had it been now? Regardless, here she stood, gaze trained on the entrance, the door to the Murdered Hare. It all seemed...surreal. She hardly wanted to enter, but couldn't force herself to leave. With a scowl and a dangerous glare her steps took her closer, moved her forward and into the Inn. A sigh escaped her lips. It would be a long night... It took no time at all to find him, the man who garnered so many gazes. It would be a lie to claim she was unhappy to see him, but Sylvanna would never admit it. Hardly even to herself. With as steady a gait as she could manage, and a most venomous expression, she made her way towards his table and had a seat. She made herself quite comfortable, leaning on the tabletop as if they were old friends, just catching up. As if he hadn't completely ruined her life. Her gaze met his for only a moment. "Dorian." She spoke, voice falling evenly. A pale hand lifted the glass that sat before her, and before bringing it to her lips she took a long, concentrated whiff of its crimson contents... just to be sure it didn't contain anything...extra. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" She asked, her words dripping with sarcasm, with all the venom she could inject. Her eyes met him again, locked with his in a stare. Why had he summoned her? What could the Prince of Siaraia possibly want with someone such as she...? |
| Dorian Ves'enthe | Oct 11 2011, 01:59 PM Post #3 |
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This wasn't what he wanted at all. The woman before him, still as beautiful as the day they had met, was lookng more than just a little grim and hateful. He had to resist the urge to flinch and grimace at her sharp words. True...the Prince hadn't been too kind to her, and he hated that she was going to take it out on him like that, but now, he was prepared to offer her something that should at least ease the stress between them. It was the least he could do in the light of what all he had put her through, to just let her be dropped off in a new land, where she knew no one, and was completely alone. It had been cold-hearted, but it was what he had to do, simply because he needed her out of his hair by that point. With a graceful motion, smoother than glass, he stood and bowed to her, offering her a seat. "Would you care to sit, Madam?" The stiffness of his formality was definitely going to sting, but it was better than replying in kind to her sharp tongue. He didn't want to come across as hateful, especially since she had been one of his Turned. Made no sense to be fussy. A gentle wave of his hand, and he called up a glass of fresh blood for his companion. She would like this...it was a young crop, barely three years, and at the ripe point of turning from a more delicate flavor to a slightly gamy tang. It was perfect. Dorian's mind drifted to Vera...what was his pretty lover doing right now? He missed her when they were apart, but he highly doubted that she would want to be here for this. It was an ugly business that he didn't want her involved in, especially considering his and Syl's past. It would just hurt his lovely darling more, and that was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to protect her, and protect her he would. Dorian's face snapped back to reality, and he gave the barest hint of a smile to the young woman. Edited by Dorian Ves'enthe, Oct 12 2011, 07:44 PM.
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