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Post by Armand on Jun 3, 2009 19:14:48 GMT -5
Armand did not miss her stiffening, then her careful relaxation. It amused him- unaware of the ramifications of leaving Eli's victims alive, he assumed she was shocked at the idea of keeping mortals like slaves for food. He did not keep them like slaves. They were very well-taken care of, and if any had ever wanted to leave- well, none had. It still amused him. It was such a human reaction.
"As I said. There are many of our kind here in Paris."
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Post by Eli on Jun 3, 2009 19:30:56 GMT -5
"There were none in Stockholm," said Eli, perhaps a bit sharply, as she drew unnecessary breath, nonetheless slightly relieved, she supposed, to know that he spent time among others of their kind. And that this was not viewed as something repellent to him. She felt slight anxiety at the thought of meeting others. She did not bother, in her total alienation from vampirekind, to disguise this reaction. It would never have occurred to her.
((She tensed at first because she was kept - as a newly-made vampire - to be fed upon.))
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Post by Armand on Jun 4, 2009 20:47:24 GMT -5
Armand's eyes creased in a very, very slight smile- not necessarily a kind one. "None at all?" Her anxiety was too obvious. But then, Armand rarely met others who disguised their emotions as well as he did.
(( I know that, but you specifically mentioned what happens to her victims if she doesn't kill them, so that's what I went with. ))
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Post by Eli on Jun 5, 2009 14:50:10 GMT -5
"When I left," Eli said softly, to clarify, clearly pondering it for better or for worse, "there had not been any in Stockholm for a very long time." Eli chewed on her lower lip while deep in thought. When she looked back at him in a few moments, it was rather sharply, eyes too-keen on him, and strangely, almost glowingly, bright. "Do we meet? Often?"
We as in them. Ones like themselves. She had met him quite suddenly, and he had been here longer than she. How many others had he run into? She wondered if he sought them out. It made him seem both more attached and more completely lost than she felt.
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Post by Armand on Jun 6, 2009 12:16:48 GMT -5
"It is hard to avoid in Paris." And in Rome, London, and a few other capitals of the Old World and the New, but Armand was not the sort to give out information like that freely. Besides, it was only common sense that the world's most populated cities would also draw the world's predators. "As you will see if you are here for any amount of time." And this would be the cue, of course, to have invited her to the Theatre des Vampires- had it still existed.
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Post by Eli on Jun 6, 2009 15:20:12 GMT -5
Eli leaned back on her heels, as though swaying.
"Is this dangerous?" she ventured to ask after a moment. She did not base her assumptions off what this encounter was like. She had had two others and neither had been like each other, or this. She treated Armand differently than she would another vampire. She expected he did the same with her.
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Post by Armand on Jun 6, 2009 15:34:53 GMT -5
Well, that question could mean any multiple of things. Armand chose to answer as if she were still asking about vampires in Paris. "No one as of yet has been so ostentatious as to reveal us all."
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Post by Eli on Jun 6, 2009 15:36:17 GMT -5
So Eli clarified. "I mean. Is it dangerous to meet others?"
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Post by Armand on Jun 6, 2009 15:42:33 GMT -5
Here, Armand smiled at her. Close-lipped. "It's considered very impolite to kill your own kind." It was a vague, not-answer, but what was he to tell her? "It differs. Probably not."
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Post by Eli on Jun 6, 2009 15:47:16 GMT -5
Eli smiled back, although his smile seemed so sincere as to be startling, transforming the whole face. How angelic they looked when they smiled. There was something sad and distant in it, almost as though it were sympathetic, although why was not obvious. "Being killed is so far from my concern as to be sweet at the mention of it."
Perhaps on an adult it would have seemed haughty, but on a child, it was not, and in not being so it was apparent its intention was not either. Eli didn't really grow attached, or attracted, but, like a child, did not disguise or hide what he thought or felt.
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Post by George Boleyn on Jun 6, 2009 19:39:33 GMT -5
Armand raised an eyebrow at her, and, because the example was so fresh in his mind, thought of Nicolas. If his tone was dry, well, perhaps it couldn't be helped.
"Then nothing will be dangerous for you."
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Post by Eli on Jun 6, 2009 19:45:53 GMT -5
That was satisfactory. From her expression, it was plain. The switch of her expression and posture from this sort-of tension, alleviated only by ironically angelic smiles, to relieved satisfaction was so swift and sudden as to be almost like a short and profound response from her.
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Post by Armand on Jun 9, 2009 13:46:41 GMT -5
Armand did not raise any eyebrow at her again, although he could have very easily done so- it seemed appropriate. Her relief was as obvious as any other of the things Eli felt- had she really been worried about that? "You have run into others of our kind who are not so civilized." Armand had been to Eastern Europe before. He'd seen those shambling, mindless wrecks of vampires. He wondered if Eli was accustomed to things like that, should her relief be so profound now.
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Post by Eli on Jun 9, 2009 13:49:43 GMT -5
"Yes." She knew it was obvious, and did not feel she had really needed to say anything.
Oh, if Armand knew the truth. He might have been less surprised.
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Post by Kat de Winter on Oct 8, 2009 22:32:58 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
*It was a small library in a nice neighborhood, close by where she and her parents stayed. She'd been coming here since she was very young--first at a parent's side, then alone. There was a chair by the fireplace that nobody else dared sit in on a Saturday afternoon.*
*As it was autumn, the fire was lit and Kat made quite an idyllic picture: a pretty girl reading Utopia, with her feet tucked beneath her on a huge leather seat and firelight glinting off of red-gold curls that tumbled down to her waist.*
((Tag Henry VIII or Sophie, or anyone else really.))
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