[ The stars feel wrong here, too perfect in their alignment, but that won’t stop her from occasionally glancing up toward the strange comfort of the waning moon.
Sleep is more impossible than ever. Even with Ethan here nearby, she can't shake the weight of abandoning the fight against Evelyn Poole and her Master. Somewhere beyond this realm, Sir Malcolm and the others still face the forces of darkness, still need her help. Yet, she wanders past the wishing well without stopping, refusing the temptation. Fae be damned.
If not for the snowy footprints left in her wake, it could be assumed that she’s walking on air for how silent her movements are, even to those with enhanced hearing. She keeps unhurried in her stroll. That is, until an uncannily familiar sensation prickles at her senses, halting her mid-step.
There's no mistaking that particular void, that absence of life that marks the presence of the undead. A vampire…here? Why? What could the Fae be thinking?
With pale eyes narrowed, Vanessa is slow to turn in the direction that calls loudest. ]
[Nandor has been fortunate enough to have his needs met as far as restful sleep, but it makes being here no less troubling to him. He's been cursed with vampirism for years now but never felt so out of his depth and out of control.
He still hasn't quite figured out that he won't perish in the sun, he's had no reason to test it. As such, these are his waking hours regardless of how much sleep he's getting.
It has become quite a habit for him to take a stroll about the place and adjust to his new surroundings. It's not often he encounters someone, and he does so warily. A werewolf warned him about drawing attention to himself by killing, but his predatory instincts still tingle when he happens upon potential prey.]
Good evening.
[He greets Vanessa coldly, with a concerned expression. For a man who doesn't want to be identified as a vampire, he couldn't look more like one.]
[ Despite his towering presence, she doesn't flinch. Her posture remains perfectly poised, though beneath the surface, every nerve hums like a plucked violin string. There's something almost...theatrical about him, this vampire—a far cry from the more feral creatures that once stalked London's shadows. Each movement he makes carries centuries of refinement, yet underneath lurks that same predatory nature she knows all too well.
Her gaze meets his directly with ice in her eyes. The familiar presence of sacred objects and hidden steel whispers little comfort to her mind, now that she is so far beyond God's reach. No matter how he may or may not differ from other night creatures, this dance is one she knows intimately—two creatures of darkness sharing the night's silence, each measuring the other's capacity for violence.
Her voice carries the quiet but biting menace of winter's first frost. ]
Even beyond your master's guiding hand, you would seek to torment me?
[Her reaction is as curious as it is worrying to Nandor, who has never been particularly good at playing his cards close to his chest. His eyes dart around and then back to hers, but the intensity of her gaze suggests not only that she knows but that she has malicious intent. Possibly.
Nandor gathers himself and straightens his posture so he can look down his nose at her.]
I think you are probably confusing me with someone else. [His tone is light, but there's a little venom in it.]
I've got one of those faces. [He gestures vaguely at his face.]
[ The reaction is...not what she was expecting, and her bewilderment momentarily strikes her silent as she gauges his stance with another glance. Why would any night creature make so pathetic an attempt to confuse her? By now, there is no further point in hoping to lure her into a false confidence. That bridge had burned with Mina's final death.
And yet, she catches no recognition in his gaze. Does he truly not know who she is? How is such a thing possible? Here she had assumed that all vampires followed the same master, but perhaps that isn't so.
Her eyes narrow further, unimpressed by his attempt to dissuade or unsettle her, yet now frustrated by her own ignorance. ]
The face of a vampire, you mean?
[ Truthfully, he looks more human than any vampire she has seen before, but there is no mistaking her senses on these matters. She knows a night creature when they are near enough, and she would rather not waste time with whatever game he is hoping to play. ]
If you are hoping to have discovered a helpless victim on this night, you are sorely mistaken.
No, that's... not.. [Nandor starts strong then, as he loses confidence, glances toward a camera crew that isn't here anymore.]
Fuck it. Alright, yes. I am a vampire. [He says finally and eloquently. He lifts his hands as if in surrender, though it's really more a gesture that he hopes will placate her. He then shakes his head.]
Mm, no. I have been supplied with all that I need. [And unlike Laszlo he's old and doesn't relish the hunt as much as he used to. He's not hungry and he can't be fucked.]
I would not know, because I am not a vampire. I am a human with an allergy to the sun. [And humans always drone a response like that in a robot voice.]
I made the same deal every other human person here made.
I do not understand why you want to talk to me at all. [He feels terribly self-conscious after that post.]
I made no specific offers or requests to be protected from the sun. I eat the food they provide and I have been assigned to the Day court, these are suspicions I have.
Perhaps not, but this is nothing I have experienced before and I could not tell you why it happened as it did. [Now if they were smashing stuff? Then he might be helpful.]
Is there something else you would like to talk about? We can talk about something else.
[ He could have warned him sooner and kept other nonhumans from slipping in but, quite frankly, helping out a vampire is the last thing on his agenda. So, he intentionally waits until the last possible moment to reach out regarding the invitation that somehow ended up in a werewolf's hands. At this point he isn't even surprised anymore.
The only reason he doesn't slap a copy up on the network? Nandor and Laszlo didn't out him. Even he has a code. ]
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night walk } where but to think is to be full of sorrow
Sleep is more impossible than ever. Even with Ethan here nearby, she can't shake the weight of abandoning the fight against Evelyn Poole and her Master. Somewhere beyond this realm, Sir Malcolm and the others still face the forces of darkness, still need her help. Yet, she wanders past the wishing well without stopping, refusing the temptation. Fae be damned.
If not for the snowy footprints left in her wake, it could be assumed that she’s walking on air for how silent her movements are, even to those with enhanced hearing. She keeps unhurried in her stroll. That is, until an uncannily familiar sensation prickles at her senses, halting her mid-step.
There's no mistaking that particular void, that absence of life that marks the presence of the undead. A vampire…here? Why? What could the Fae be thinking?
With pale eyes narrowed, Vanessa is slow to turn in the direction that calls loudest. ]
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He still hasn't quite figured out that he won't perish in the sun, he's had no reason to test it. As such, these are his waking hours regardless of how much sleep he's getting.
It has become quite a habit for him to take a stroll about the place and adjust to his new surroundings. It's not often he encounters someone, and he does so warily. A werewolf warned him about drawing attention to himself by killing, but his predatory instincts still tingle when he happens upon potential prey.]
Good evening.
[He greets Vanessa coldly, with a concerned expression. For a man who doesn't want to be identified as a vampire, he couldn't look more like one.]
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Her gaze meets his directly with ice in her eyes. The familiar presence of sacred objects and hidden steel whispers little comfort to her mind, now that she is so far beyond God's reach. No matter how he may or may not differ from other night creatures, this dance is one she knows intimately—two creatures of darkness sharing the night's silence, each measuring the other's capacity for violence.
Her voice carries the quiet but biting menace of winter's first frost. ]
Even beyond your master's guiding hand, you would seek to torment me?
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Nandor gathers himself and straightens his posture so he can look down his nose at her.]
I think you are probably confusing me with someone else. [His tone is light, but there's a little venom in it.]
I've got one of those faces. [He gestures vaguely at his face.]
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And yet, she catches no recognition in his gaze. Does he truly not know who she is? How is such a thing possible? Here she had assumed that all vampires followed the same master, but perhaps that isn't so.
Her eyes narrow further, unimpressed by his attempt to dissuade or unsettle her, yet now frustrated by her own ignorance. ]
The face of a vampire, you mean?
[ Truthfully, he looks more human than any vampire she has seen before, but there is no mistaking her senses on these matters. She knows a night creature when they are near enough, and she would rather not waste time with whatever game he is hoping to play. ]
If you are hoping to have discovered a helpless victim on this night, you are sorely mistaken.
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Fuck it. Alright, yes. I am a vampire. [He says finally and eloquently. He lifts his hands as if in surrender, though it's really more a gesture that he hopes will placate her. He then shakes his head.]
Mm, no. I have been supplied with all that I need. [And unlike Laszlo he's old and doesn't relish the hunt as much as he used to. He's not hungry and he can't be fucked.]
But you don't believe me, do you?
day after firegate
Item the first: You were wrong. Not surprising.
Item the second: Death appears to be temporary. Important to know!
Item the third: Any attempts to discuss this Situation will end with you bound and dropped in the middle of the Lake.
—L. C.
P.S.
Item the fourth: Fuck off you stupid shit for brains cunt I should fucking kill you
voice ★ un: rowena
voice;
Who am I speaking to?
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( she won't beat around the bush )
Did you make a deal?
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I made the same deal every other human person here made.
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If I wanted to kill you for what you were I wouldn't be talking to you first.
( she knows how hunters work, there's never a chat first unless you're friendly already )
And few have made deals. Not for a powerful thing like that.
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I made no specific offers or requests to be protected from the sun. I eat the food they provide and I have been assigned to the Day court, these are suspicions I have.
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( that's why she's talking to you, nandor. not because she likes anyone )
I doubt simply being in the Day court is enough.
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Is there something else you would like to talk about? We can talk about something else.
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text | un: consilium (near the end of the council meeting)
The only reason he doesn't slap a copy up on the network? Nandor and Laszlo didn't out him. Even he has a code. ]
How was your meeting?
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