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| Xavier Florin | Oct 27 2017, 07:42 PM Post #1 |
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It was a bitterly cold, stormy night and the wind outside was moving so quickly it could whip up a blush on an Eskimo. There weren't many stars visible that night; the clouds in the night sky did a good job of covering them. Though it wasn't a full moon, it was rapidly approaching, as Any werebeast could probably say...and the rain? Oh God, there was so much rain; hammering on rooftops, slamming into pavements, drenching innocent people just trying to get home. It was the kind of night where the streets were nearly completely deserted because almost everyone was inside. Xavier could never recall having a strong sense of chrysalism before that very evening. He hadn't wanted to stay holed up in his flat... no, there it was too boring. Everything was predictable -- he could tell you exactly what hour his broken clock wouldn't chime on (five o'clock, both am and pm), how many times the tap would drip in the next ten minutes, et cetera. Xavier was starting to feel as if he'd spent his entire life holed up inside that bastard flat. Of course, that wasn't true, and twenty years in comparison to immortality was, well, nothing. His long, pale fingers tapped impatiently on the glass of dark red liquid sat in front of him. He had never in his life had such an itch to do something, anything. Xavier knew, really, that he was being ridiculous. He paid attention, for a moment, to the tapping of rain against the rooftop of The Blind Pig. The sound seemed to hold a tension so relatable that it caused Xavier to relax his hold on his drink. Xavier murmured under his breath, a simple Russian curse word, before casting his gaze around the bar. It seemed to not have occurred to him before this moment that a person was sat next to him. He frowned momentarily, turning back to look for an empty seat -- after all, he was never one for talking to strangers. However, over the loud ambiance of the bar, Xavier believed he had heard the stranger say something, and so he inclined his head to study said person. "Sorry, did you say something?" he asked, his accent Scottish and his pitch rather deep. His tone seemed impatient, as did his facial expression. As the stranger replied, he had a mouthful of his drink, keeping his fangs out of plain sight for now -- he had always been careful, and saw no reason to slip up now. |
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| Xavier Florin | Oct 29 2017, 11:31 PM Post #21 |
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Xavier pulled away when she spoke, pressing his thumb to the wound on her wrist for a moment to stem the bleeding. He felt almost drunk from drinking her blood. Closing his eyes for a moment, Xavier left excess drips of her blood to linger on his chin. He opened them when his pupils had stopped being so dilated, looking at Nyla. Xavier looked over his shoulder for a moment then. I should go, he thought to himself, turning back to Nylaathria. Xavier put his hands back in his pockets, taking in her soaked appearance with a little frown. Neither the rain nor the temperature were inconveniencing him, as his body temperature was naturally low and he had lived in Scotland for decades, but he thought that to some extent it could be inconveniencing her. "Go home." |
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| Nylaathria Theberos | Oct 29 2017, 11:44 PM Post #22 |
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She stares down into his eyes, with an odd expression on her face. "Curieux," she whispers to herself. Eventually though, Nyla pulls her wrist away, letting both her arms hang by her sides. She gives the man a small nod, almost one of respect, before turning around. The girl walks quietly in the opposite direction, towards the high-rise apartment buildings. She doesn't speak again, or look back once. On the ground in front of Xavier is one of Nylaathira's silver bangles. She either didn't notice it had slipped off, or didn't care. Upon further examination, it appears to be sterling silver. OOC: The French means "Curious". |
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| Xavier Florin | Oct 30 2017, 12:07 AM Post #23 |
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Before he had left, Xavier noticed the bangle glint on the pavement. He bent down and picked it up, turning it over a few times before sliding it into his jeans pocket. He wasn't entirely sure why he kept it; perhaps as an incentive for her to see him again? As he walked away in the opposite direction to Nylaathria, Xavier tilted his head upwards slightly to allow the rain to wash the leftover blood away from his face. He smiled to himself, stumbling a little from the seemingly inebriated feeling he was experiencing. Good night, overall. OOC: This scene is closed now! Thanks for participating Chelle <3 |
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