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« Thread Started on Jun 21, 2005, 5:16pm » | |
Tis the constant solitide, a rather good companion. Always there with me...
Marius rapped upon the coffe mug, the steaming liquid warm and he loved the feeling beneigh his fingertips. He tapped a lost tune, large cobolt blue eyes stare out the window. It was raining, an un-eventfull day. His long tresses of golden hair hung over his shoulders, curling at the ends. He sat there, motionless, the forgotten god adorned in fine velvet of red. He feed tonight, something he disliked but he had to, to fit amoung the others. A slight rouge colored his usually basalt pale face, the beautiful face of the anchient immortal. One hand was flipping through the pages of a book, the other, was withdrwan from the taping and was caught up with writenig. Who else did this, he thought.
He was staveing, he drank little but the rest was just the color he made from ash and other ingredients. He let out a sigh, blowing upon his coffe, the smell wafting through the warm Cafe. He could not look uot through the window and look to gaze to the various mortals. The mortals, clustering about at street cornors, awaiting to cross by flashing signs and signals makeing haste, always from a hurry. The rain, hitting there umbrellas, he heard it. The tiny pitter patter, he adored the sound, the fragrence.
He pretended to take a sip of the coffe, now it was set down upon the white napikin and he reumed his reading and writeing. David Copperfeild, so intresting. hs pen zigged across the paper, rapidly, but not so out of place that others might notice. He liked the sound of the gentle glide the pen made, the sweeping motion how it seemed that it was waltzing across the paper, filling it to the brim with words and qoutations. Marius let out a slight laugh, memories flooded into his mind. Akasha, yes her, how ofted does the decesed Queen enter his mind? often, very, she never fails to miss the chance to mock her former gaurdian.
Marius shook away these thoughts, the thughts that mad ehim sick and nade him not feed in days. He doddled upon the napkin, not knowing he was doing so. He was surprised by his actions, drawing, since when as he done such a thing? Not latly, he has not felt the same about much latly, why care now?
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|  | Re: The constant solitude
« Reply #1 on Jun 24, 2005, 3:04pm » | |
Louis walks calmly down the darkened New Orleans street, the scent of nighttime jasmine mingling with the cool smell of the falling rain. The gentle tapping of the rain on the many umbrellas, supported by busy pedestrians, is very soothing to Louis. With his vampire eyes he can see the light from the many tall arched streetlamps glistening in all the tiny droplets clinging to the lapel of his fitted black frock coat. A flash of yellowing Bruxelles lace is visible at Louis's white throat. Tight black velvet pants cover his long legs. Always the creole, he is, ah, dusty, predictable Louis.
The scent of cooling blood arouses Louis's senses suddenly, an unnatural disturbing scent that shamefully gives rise to his vampiric lust. Another scent mingles with it, that of fresh coffee. A smile graces Louis's smooth face. He follows the delicious smells into the near-empty Cafe du Monde. Cool air greets him as he opens the door, and the smell of coffee and blood, old and new, grows stronger. A smear of red velvet in the corner of his eye tells him all. It is Marius, a true Child of the Millenia, a philosopher of sorts and an historian. The studier of all things mortal, the painter and the would-be socialite.
As Louis approaches Marius he knows where the lingering blood scent is coming from. Marius has partaken of a victim, and the blood is only now beginning to become less potent, but the clever disguise which Marius has crafted conceals the steady whitening of his face and neck. Louis smiles softly, happy to see another of his kind. No doubt Marius has known of Louis's presence for some time now. Louis is not tremendously skilled at concealing himself or his thoughts. Louis, the easy to find and easy to leave immortal.
Louis moves close to Marius, his feet soundless. His lips part in greeting, but he feels it is better to not speak just yet. He merely seats himself and raises a long finger to the waiter, who pours for him a mug of thick black New Orleans coffe. He wraps his fingers around the white mug, the warmth soothing and somewhat foreign. The bitter, syrupy scent of the coffee rises, the steam coming with it. He peers into the mug allowing the steam to carress his face, leaving a slightly moist warmth on his cheeks. He whispers a private sigh of thanks to no one in partciular, and settles back in the chair, his hand still wrapped around the mug, his eyes now on Marius.
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| | Re: The constant solitude
« Reply #2 on Jun 24, 2005, 5:33pm » | |
(So sorry in hurry, Library closeing)
It took him only a second to notice the familiar scent, the smell of the coffe pushed aside as the blood of immortal was fresh and it made him look up from his actions. This scent intriged him for a slight moment, soon enough he was swalled up by his reading and constant writeing, always the schlor and histarian. The full mug of coffe sat there, awaiting to be drank as the steam cloaded its brim. The pen, began it's wild waltz upon the paper. To any mortal it would sound like scratching or any other annoyence, Marius thought it was a strange delight.
Marius was famished, and it was quite shamefull to feed his vampiric hunger. Was it not Marius who weeded out the innocent from the evil? The monster, who thrives upon the red elixer and craves it with every drought, that is not Marius De Romanus. He let out a sigh, ignoreing his hunger but it crept up upon him and sought revenge whenever his attnetion span was weary. He sighed, now noticeing the vampire that sat before him. Marius could not help it, a kind smile sneaked upon his lips as he looked to one of his beloved immortals.
That would with stand the centuries to come, that one, Louis. Marius wipped away a lost golden hair, seeming like a strong of gold. Soon the gently rythem of the rain caught him, large orbs that casted a dark blue hue were motionless as tiny droplet rain down the windows. He watched this, what a simple thing he thought. He wanted to trace the liquid trail the drop created while it ran down the glass. Foolish thoughts, he made a private laugh now looking to Louis.
"Ah, mon cher Louis. How have you been?" He asked, long figers entangled his silver spoon as it spinned and turned within the mug as mariuas looked to the beads of raint he clung to louis' ebony locks. Marius caught one of these drops upon his finger, then wipped it away.
He grinned, not careing that his ivory fangs could be seen as his lips made for a part.
Sactterd liquid jewels of rain still; clung to his velvet of redjacket, the white of the turtleneck seemed to make his pale pallor darken in hue. His ringed figers racked his hair, eh breathed deep of the aroma and let the reality set in.
Louis, how I long to speak to one such as you...
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louis
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| | Re: The constant solitude
« Reply #3 on Jun 24, 2005, 6:25pm » | |
Louis is surprised pleasently by the immediate intimacy Marius demonstrates. He shakes his head twice, helping the rain slip off of his raven hair, and reaches one long spidery hand into his breast pocket for his handkerchief. He wipes the moisture from his shoulders, the remaining streaks darkening the black of his coat, before neatly folding the handkerchief and returning it to his pocket. He glances up at Marius, smiling as he sees the playful grin on his face, the fanged smile dangerously erotic.
Louis answers Marius's question in his characteristically soft voice. "I have been... tired, Marius. I feel weary, weary of mortals and immortals, weary of velvet clothes... I feel weary of the very stars. The stars, Marius! I look in the sky and so long to see blue, ah, just a hint of blue. It seems I have lost the color blue since being dragged into this existence of ours. Even the water is black, the color of nighttime waters. And I see the stars in that as well, reflected, mocking me, for they are as eternal as we are." Louis takes a breath, shamed suddenly by his useless diatribe. "I am weary of life, my friend," he sighs, brushing his hair from his eyes, unaware of the seductive quality of this simple gesture. He sits back, studying the face of his companion. Averting his eyes, he murmurs a soft apology. He had not the right to heave his depressing thoughts upon another.
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| | Re: The constant solitude
« Reply #4 on Jun 26, 2005, 1:21am » | |
( Well, I did not eman it to be intamate, but it is cute, whatever!  )
Marius sighed, knowing words that that would roll of his companions tounge. He tapped upon the mug, large dark blue opticals gazed to the raven hair immortal as Marius pretended to sip from his coffee. He listined intetly on what was being said, these words troubled him but he was caught by their intrest. Once more stray strand of gold was flicked away as he set down the mug to its former resting place upon the white napkin.
Words, simple things, you can say so much. Is Louis in need of you, Marius thought, quite complexed and in the middle of chooseing correct wordings to speak aloud to his companion. He cleared his thraot, anouther mortal habit, he shrugged it off and began.
"My dear Louis, it happens to us all. I understand, completly I do. I share the same pain. I, I keep telling myself that in time I shall seperate from this weariness I feel, the fact that taunts me when I cannot feel the warmth of the sun or the day breeze. Those waters, it seems I cannot recall them being anything else but nightime visons. Well Louis, to be frank with you...I think you need to go down into the soil for a year or to, either that are just take a break from everything..." He said, a weak smile creeping upon his pale face as his head of gold leaned against the booth he sat within.
Why say those things? Why smile at them? Why this confusion, this constant sorrow and hurt...
He sighed heavily, his fingers running through his hair as he thought upon what he now said and what Louis said before. He wanted to truly help, afterall, it seemed to be his 'calling' after the thousands of years. Why can't you? Why can't I find the correct words, why can I find that logic and reson once more for the sake of a loved one, thought Marius whose eyes were now trapped upon the various mortals that passed by. Words, Louis words, how nice was it to hear words again, and the very precence of anouther made him feel happier. Soon enough the lust returned, with full force and out for revenge the urge to feed showerd over Marius. Once more the hunger was ignored, and the forgotten god was found gazeing out the window.
(Umm, as you can see, I got off task. AHH!)
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louis
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| | Re: The constant solitude
« Reply #5 on Jul 14, 2005, 10:02am » | |
OOC No, you misunderstand me. The intimacy is perfectly fine. Immortals need to be intimate; it helps them through eternity, I believe. ^_^
BIC Louis lifts his gaze to Marius as he begins speaking. He nods upon the conclusion, his hair falling to frame his face in loose black waves. A sigh escapes him as he ponders going into the earth. The very idea repels him, but he does not know what other choice he has. "This existence of ours has become so tiresome to me, but I do not want to leave it, even for a second. I fear what comes after. I fear oblivion. I do not know what to do." He looks down once again into his coffee. Small cracks run up the sides of the mug, the sound of grating ceramic heard only by the vampiric ears of the two immortal companions. The mug shatters suddenly, the coffee spilling across the table. Louis stares at it in wonder, and then turns his eyes to his own hand. Blood oozes through the myriad of cuts on his white, smooth palm. Louis looks at it curiously for a moment before realizing that the entire Cafe has gone quiet, the occupants all distracted from their croissants and conversations. He stands quickly, flustered, and rushes from the Cafe, his head down. The still night air graces him, the light of the moon illuminating the street beautifully. Louis seats himself at one of the many tables placed outside of the Cafe, cradling his head in his hands. Why must I feel this way?
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| | Re: The constant solitude
« Reply #6 on Jul 14, 2005, 4:31pm » | |
((Great, I totally agree! One time as Marius, I was havenig an intimet time with Pandora, then Louis. Some people who I was R.Ping with thought it was weird...))
((Poor Louis!))
Marius listens intently, his cranium nodding as he takes imagined sips, his finger clutching gently upon the mug as his lips take in the warth collecting upon the rimm. He stares at the mug, blue, with white veins scattering upon it. He returns his gaze to Louis, the raven hair, the gentle pale features seemd to pull him from his companions words for a moment. Marius pressed his lips together, once more listening.
How can I give him comfort him, if I do not have it myself. Always, this constant battle forged inside my mind, why cannot I give him answers? I should, I mean, thats what I do!
Marius breathes deeply the scents arose his scences as he looks to those blood filled faces, he once more look to Louis with kind eyes of deep blue. " I agree, personally I have never wanted to leave it. I want to be there when the last flame goes out, I want to watch and admire of the flame dances in the last breeze. I too, feel weary from time to time. You need to find a reason, a meaning to carry on Louis. Alas, I have none myself..." Marius matturd, the broken shatter of the mug grasped his attention. At first he stared in silence, but then Louis walked out with much haste Marius stood and began cleaning the mess.
The blood and coffe was seeping through the various napkins and the waitress came quickly, the room gained in volume and Marius smiled to the waitress.
"These mugs are fragile, you know, my thanks..." He said with a slight laugh, the woman oney smiled back as the tall man exited.
It took not effort to find Louis, the immmortal barried in his palms. Marius tood calmly, hands in his pockets as he ponderd on what to do. His blonde hair flyed about him like a golden mane, blue eyes narrowed wth concern.
With heavy and carless steps he found himself standign next to Louis, without glanceing to him he began.
"Louis, I am sorry, Im sorry I cannot give you the solutions, the answers you might wish to hear..." With that the anchent took a seat, finding solidtude witht he passing mortals he adored so much.
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« Reply #7 on Aug 7, 2005, 11:51am » | |
Louis hears Marius' words but does not really listen. All seems hopeless, all seems futile. Ah, how can this existence go on without purpose? If only Louis wasn't such a coward, if only death did not frighten him so. Would it be worth it to take that chance and end it all? But, God, what if oblivion awaits after this life? Louis runs his hands through his hair, clutching his own head as if he can push these useless questions out of his mind. "How do you find the strength to go on with nothing to live for, Marius? I do not understand..."
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| | Re: The constant solitude
« Reply #8 on Aug 9, 2005, 11:36am » | |
( Ahh, that question still confses me!!!!)
Marius brows rose, eyes looking t Louis once more.
" Hopeing that I will have a reason to continue sooner or later, hopeing things will change with my fledglings. I suppose hope for a better continuem. Louis, I to am fearfull of death, but at times, when I think about it I rmeber things I must accomplish before I do so. Understand? Louis, I am not sure myself...you caught me at a time when I ask the same questions, and wonder how I might end this word witch I am plaged to wander throughout. Louis, dear Louis, what makes you continue? Do you know?" He asked, now running a hand through his golden hair.
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