"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
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Post by Esther Montesori on Nov 30, 2014 23:58:16 GMT
The night air is cold, some snowflakes fluttering like errant feathers from the darkened sky. Her red-gloved hands tucked into her muff, Esther strolls along the open paths of Minnetrista, Oakhurst Gardens being locked for the night, of course. She felt nothing of the cold on her dark skin, of course, but one must keep up appearances on this mortal coil, immortal though you may be. The accents of red in her hat, boots, and gloves, not to mention the hem of her dress which flirts beneath that of her skirt, flash like hints of burgundy fire under the lamps that she passes on the walkway. Her wine-dark mouth is a contemplative line, her dark brown eyes following suit as her feet take her along the pathway by memory. The evening is still early, before the business of the Orchid picks up in earnest for the evening, so she is taking advantage of these free moments. This place reminds her of the Havilah a little bit and brings for memories of happier times, a few years all too short. It makes her steps, though graceful, pensive.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Dec 2, 2014 16:01:20 GMT
Another night escaping her dreams, pulling away from memories of faces and places she couldn't recall. Angela felt guarded, on edge. Anger boiling so close to the surface, her skin itched for a release.
"Stop it. Just calm down. Relax."
Was Angela going crazy? She couldn't wait for Aodhfin to accompany her to Indy. She had to leave Muncie, had to find answers or this was going to drive her mad. The blood seizing in her body was trying to tell her, guide her to lost memories. But her mind refused to play nice.
"It won't be like this forever."
Angela felt the anger dissipate, melt away like the past snow fall, leaving her empty and cold. Just as the cold had clamped down the smell of perfume, Noir Eau de, to be specific, warmed the air. Angela rubbed at the back of he neck and pushed the last of her anger deep down. She couldn't let Esther see her this way.
Just as the Daeve's name entered her mind, the kindred rounded the corner, dressed in lush reds and accented blacks. She was always a beautiful sight, never a hair out of place, makeup prefect. Angela was lucky to have remembered Esther. It was a small gift her mind aloud.
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
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Post by Esther Montesori on Dec 2, 2014 16:50:17 GMT
As she turns the corner towards the rose garden, Esther's beast raises his heads in acknowledgement of a familiar one, growling in "greeting" to Angela's.
The Daeva raises her head, slipping from her reverie and into the real world again. The strong figure that she had imagined at her side dissipates, the low, melodic voice in her ear silencing and leaving her unbeating heart to ache once more.
"Angela," she greets the other woman softly, pausing on the walkway near the rose garden.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Dec 2, 2014 17:38:20 GMT
Angela looked up, her hands pulling form the pockets of her jacket.
"Esther." Where better a place then to find a Davae than a rose garden.
"Taking a break from work?" Angela's tone was dry, not as up lifting as the smile she shared with her friend. Even after the destruction of an enemy, she still felt trapped in this city. It wasn't home here.
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
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Post by Esther Montesori on Dec 2, 2014 17:51:36 GMT
Esther nods quietly. "I am...I heard through the grapevine that things went...rather gruesomely but effectively in the end at the asylum," she says gently, "Are you all right?"
Brown meets brown as she approaches her friend and looks her in the eye.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
Ancient
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Post by Angela Sisco on Dec 2, 2014 18:23:24 GMT
"I'm alive... sort of." Angela managed a real smile.
"I'm alright. Fixing to close on a house."
It was funny, buying a house or trying to, was not how she saw herself living out her undead years. But it was better then hotel bathrooms.
"How are you? Taking a walk down memory lane?" Angela brushed a layer of snow from the iron gate, only to watch it tumble and splatter against her boot.
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
Ancient
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Post by Esther Montesori on Dec 2, 2014 18:34:21 GMT
Esther nods, looking at the snow-sprinkled garden. "I was. I was back in Paris for a little bit," she says, her voice wistful and soft, "It's hard to believe that we can actually be happy in this unlife, but I was...for a little while. As happy as I could be, I suppose."
Her heels click along the cobblestone path of the garden that winds around the gazebo.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
Ancient
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Post by Angela Sisco on Dec 2, 2014 22:20:34 GMT
Angela pulled her hood up over her brown locks and kept the snow at bay.
"Who made you so happy so take you back to Paris?" Was she musing with Esther? Guess Christmas miracles do happen.
The gentle glow of the moon light peered through the snow fall, the clouds parting just right to give elimination to the two kindred. It looked charming. But behind that charm and beauty were two beasts, two monster ready to strike at the first provocation.
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
Ancient
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Post by Esther Montesori on Dec 2, 2014 23:27:52 GMT
"Phineas Rose, Adora de Lilium's brother. We met in Oldenburg at the grand gathering in 2010. He was put in charge of my safety, as I had had my first altercation with *him* only a month before that. And he was...startlingly amazing. The grace that some men strive for came naturally to him, the charm and intelligence they feign was simply his natural state. I have never been so thoroughly seduced."
Angela had never heard Esther speak this way, not even about Julian. There was a connection between these two monsters that was powerful, at least to her, that much was evident.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
Ancient
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Post by Angela Sisco on Dec 3, 2014 17:41:30 GMT
Angela kicked the chunk of snow from her boot and smiled still. A man that could move Esther in such a fashion was clearly worthy of her time.
"Contact the guy. Clearly you have a thing for him, why not pursue it." Angela wasn't very good at girl talk, but Esther always managed to bring that out, the famine side that was always hidden behind masculine clothing and a trigger happy existence.
"Just because you're dead, Esther, doesn't mean you can't be happy." Angela tucked her ice chilled hands into her jacket pockets.
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
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Post by Esther Montesori on Dec 3, 2014 22:30:51 GMT
Esther turns to look at Angela and something in the Daeva's beautiful face crumbles. "He...I can't. He disappeared. We were in Venice a year ago - the end of our Tour - and then he set sail after that on a mission for the Lancea while I made my way back through Europe. By the time I got back to St. Louis, I hadn't heard from him or Adora or...anyone in the Havilah. I searched for them, hired people to find them. Nothing. Trails gone cold. They were just...gone. Like so many here. The Havilah grew too empty, dark, and heavy. So I closed it up and came back here. Why here, God only knows."
She twists her hands inside her muff. "I hope...pray that he is safe somewhere and that I'll see Phineas again someday, if I can stay alive. I suppose it is what they would call a desperate hope."
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
Ancient
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Post by Angela Sisco on Dec 3, 2014 23:35:28 GMT
Angela felt her chest grown tight, as she pulled the shoe store out of my mouth.
"I'm sorry, Esther. I didn't intend to open old wounds." She watched Esther's language change, shifting with the sorrow in her voice.
Angela looked around, the garden grounds empty of any human life that may over hear their conversation, before turning her dark brown eyes to her friend. "Have you investigated your covenant?" The short story Esther had told was heart wrenching, sure. But it screamed inside job.
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
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Post by Esther Montesori on Dec 3, 2014 23:57:08 GMT
"It's possible. The de Liliums were faithful but notoriously...liberal, one might say. They were also the most powerful and extensive of Daeva families, every last one of them devoted to God, if not the covenant itself." Esther's expression shows that she has considered this option but that there is equally nothing there that she can do.
"You never know, if it was, I might just follow them soon," she then states grimly.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Dec 4, 2014 1:54:52 GMT
"No. You don't, Esther. You fight back."
Angela didn't like the idea of Esther just rolling over and accepting death or exile, or whatever fuck she thought was coming.
"There's got to be someone you can contact, someone in your covenant that you trust."
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
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Post by Esther Montesori on Dec 4, 2014 2:17:30 GMT
"They were it," Esther replies, "The de Liliums and Iris, but she is dead, too. Her essence consumed by a damned book!" A snarl runs along the elegant woman's voice before she can bite it back.
"No, there is no one. But if that flame-headed bitch has HER way..." Her mouth aches, gums feel as though they should bleed as her fangs fight to drop.
Esther clamps her jaw shut and shakes her head before heaving a heavy breath. "Webs and plans. Always laid around my feet..."
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