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Post by Adam on Feb 27, 2011 22:45:18 GMT -5
With his books tucked under his arm, he moved as silently as a shadow across the grass. Adam didn't look much different from any other secular student, dressed rather shabbily but cleanly, tendrils of his fair hair snaking free of their binding to frame his face, but he moved with a decidedly adult determination. He paused for a moment, checking his location against a mental map of the area -- nuns here, refectory there -- but a moment's recognition found himself at his destination. A small and at the moment rather barren patch of cloister garden. Perfect for study and contemplation, if one didn't mind chill breezes.
Several hours later, the sun was gone from the sky, the few rosy fingers of fading light blocked out by the Gothic buildings themselves. The air was pregnant with rain, and he caught unawares -- he had been mindful of the time, and wouldn't be scaling any trellises to get back into the dormitory after dark, but he hadn't factored on that. Hurrying back he'd have to take a few shortcuts, but there was no need to rush and risk trampling the spring grass.
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Post by Daniel on Feb 27, 2011 23:24:07 GMT -5
Daniel couldn't quite resist being perverse at times, and this night wasn't an exception: thanks to one human blathering on about how holy symbols and holy ground harmed vampires, he'd decided that this time around he'd do his usual prowling in one such place. A shadow among shadows, he was, making no sound as he wandered about.
He could not recall the last time he'd voluntarily set foot in such a place...even before all this vampire business had started, he hadn't been an especially religious person--more agnostic, than anything. Still, the weight of places such as Notre Dame had their appeal, even if it was only an asthetic one. Good old gothic architecture, always good for dramatic flair.
Gliding more than walking, he caught sight of the boy, and stopped in place to study him. A striking person, this one, and had a fragile quality to him that reminded Daniel of Marianne.
And anything that reminded him of Marianne couldn't be ignored. He waited, wondering if this one would break into a run to avoid the rain or would remain ambivalent about that. Daniel, personally, didn't mind rain, but then he wasn't adversely affected by weather, either.
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Post by Adam on Feb 28, 2011 17:37:20 GMT -5
Clothes would dry and so would he, but the books risked being ruined. Adam fumbled to undo the buttons of his coat and thrust his book inside, unconscious of how faintly ridiculous this looked. Like a schoolboy. And down came the rain... not something he was entirely unused to, but the mistlike quality of it as the first clouds broke was mildly bothersome. The movement looked almost involuntary and his gaze was still fixed at some point where a book had been -- he gave no sign if he even noticed another human presence.
Lost in contemplation... but still aware of himself enough not to tip over. Good balance to strike.
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Post by Daniel on Feb 28, 2011 18:42:55 GMT -5
Daniel completely ignored the rain that was now soaking his clothes and hair, a faint smile on lips at the book-hiding. It was, really, the sort of thing he himself would have done. Making up his mind, he walked out of the shadows, though it was still fairly dark thanks to the rainclouds.
"Hadn't you better get indoors?"
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Post by Adam on Feb 28, 2011 23:29:20 GMT -5
Adam startled a little, smoothing back his fair hair. Flustered at his reverie being punctured.
"Oh, hello, Father--" Except he wasn't, though the voice had been familiar. Adam flushed a little, not sure of who this was, or if he wasn't associated with the monastery, what a layman was doing in at this hour.
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Post by Daniel on Mar 1, 2011 0:43:28 GMT -5
Both eyebrows shot up at the mode of address, and bit back the laughter that threatened. The very idea...
"Mmm? Out of the realm of the familiar?"
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Post by Adam on Mar 1, 2011 19:05:29 GMT -5
He smiled bashfully, pushing back a dripping strand of hair from his face.
"Do forgive me, sir -- have you lost your way?"
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Post by Daniel on Mar 1, 2011 19:28:02 GMT -5
Maybe some would say as much...
"Not at all. I'm right where I aimed to be."
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Post by Adam on Mar 2, 2011 7:46:04 GMT -5
Perhaps he was a gardener or some other kind of help about the place... while the Sisters usually handled these things themselves, it wouldn't be unheard of. He had a kind face.
"And where is that?"
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Post by Daniel on Mar 2, 2011 13:25:58 GMT -5
"Talking to you." He said airily.
Amusingly enough, this was the same kind of dialogue he'd once used on a girl he was trying to pick up, back in his human days. Using it now, of course, was just Daniel being Daniel.
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Post by Adam on Mar 3, 2011 7:41:08 GMT -5
This elicited a boyish laugh. "Really?"
Adam cocked his head at the stranger, peering at him curiously. Perhaps he was a new student (for he wasn't French). Or... maybe a little touched. Ah, well. He was still Christian. No, Adam. No.
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Post by Daniel on Mar 3, 2011 15:48:25 GMT -5
Daniel was a bit amused at how they'd been talking in the rain with no comment from the other--how long, perhaps, before this boy finally headed for shelter?
"Really. Or I could say I was looking for someone, if you want to be more specific."
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Post by Adam on Mar 5, 2011 0:01:11 GMT -5
This didn't make sense to him, not at all. Momentary concern did show on his face, but only when the rain began to turn from fine misty droplets to a real, solid downpour. Raindrops that dashed like hail, how fun. Unbuttoning his coat further and shrugging out of the sleeve, he held out half of the too-big garment, motioning for Daniel to join him underneath it. Not quite St. Martin, but it would do.
"Please, join me inside, or at least somewhere dry--"
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Post by Daniel on Mar 5, 2011 0:09:24 GMT -5
Oh, that was just too perfect.
"Oh, don't worry about me. Such things like this weather aren't a problem. I think, though, you might want to head indoors and avoid catching your death."
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Post by Adam on Mar 5, 2011 2:25:39 GMT -5
He came in closer, trying vainly to arrange the meager garment over both of them. Adam had no reason to mistrust strangers, even ones behaving strangely. Perhaps he was sick, he looked terribly pale.
"Really, do come in. No one will mind it."
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