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Post by Aurel on Apr 4, 2009 7:52:35 GMT -5
"Because he's an old bastard who gets bored too often" Aurel muttered. He didn't know why himself - or, more correctly, remembered. Dracula had always been manipulative and a smoothtalker, and Aurel had always had troubles figuring out the exact motives of Draculas's actions. The little Aurel knew of his memories was that he had gone from nearly admiring him to hating him. Though the respect for him was still there. Even though it had been so many years now, and Aurel was so much stronger a vampire, he still doubted Dracula would be defeated by him easily.
"I can't remember why. But my guess is he maybe saw something in me that might have been useful to him." Aurel explained, trying not to sound too angry. Thinking of his former master wasn't very amusing at all.
He gently took Nicolas's hand and held it firmly. "I guess there are some things I just refuse to remember..." he mumbled, more to himself than to Nicolas.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Apr 4, 2009 13:01:09 GMT -5
Nicolas sensed that there could be much worse things than to be made by someone you were hopelessly and obsessively in love with, and had then come to hate. He couldn't imagine how much his feelings of uselessness and isolation would have been magnified if he'd been granted this solitary immortality by one who had seen something they would have liked to use for ambitious ends. He leaned forward to kiss Aurel's cheek unobtrusively as though to comfort him. It was the only comfort he could think to give.
"I can't remember how I survived the fire," said he with a small smile playing over his lips, almost apologetic, although mildly sardonic at the same time. "Nor what I've done this last century... I couldn't fault you for what you don't remember. I've had much less time to lose my sanity in."
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Post by Aurel on Apr 5, 2009 7:43:19 GMT -5
When Aurel recieved the kiss from Nicolas, he smiled faintly as a thanks. It actually felt a little better to have someone there to comfort him in these kinds of ways, though it may not last until the next day. Aurel gently stroke the back of his hand over Nicolas's cheek, while he was lost to his thoughts for a short moment.
"Don't you think that maybe it's for the best that we can't remember some things? I'm not sure if I would have been strong enough to live with myself if I could remember exactly everything I've done through the years." Aurel said, thinking of those memories he had of those dark times. The worst part of it all was that he nowadays felt himself slowly but surley slipping back to that cruel, violent self he used to be. It was harder to fight it back - and he couldn't understand why.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Apr 6, 2009 9:21:36 GMT -5
Nicolas tilted his head into Aurel's touch slightly. He felt uncommonly close to him, uncommonly close to anyone - he was so serene and calm and focused as a result of it. He could very easily have been the student he'd once been in his mortal youth. Aurel had never known that particular personality; neither, now that he thought of it, had Armand, a realization which was almost shocking to him suddenly.
"I wonder," he said softly, eyes misted over and distant-seeming for a moment, "if we'd have chosen this path if we'd known what we'd become on it... if nights like these make the rest of them valid. I don't know that they do..." He refocused his eyes on Aurel's intently and lifted his hand to touch Aurel's.
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Post by Aurel on Apr 10, 2009 6:56:00 GMT -5
"I don't know if I would", Aurel answered, "though I met people dear to me, who I'd never meet if I wasn't a vampire, so..." He thought of Ciel, Vincent and Lune. What would he have been without them? "...I don't know."
Aurel gazed back into Nicolas's eyes. He sighed quietly and looked towards a window. Though the curtains were closed, one could catch a glimpse of the night sky outside. "It'll be dawn soon..." he mumbled. "You better leave if you don't want to be stuck here until tomorrow night."
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Apr 10, 2009 15:21:27 GMT -5
Nicolas supposed that Aurel was, in his own way, acceding. Yes. He'd have chosen this path. Those he had in mind had made it worth it, one way or another. Nicolas, on the other hand, couldn't entirely separate his mortality from his immortality as a vampire, could he. He'd never realized it before, but those figures who had made the sharpest impace - Lestat, his friend, his lover, and Armand, who had abducted him and brought him such exquisite, ecstatic, existential torment - had been there in both instances.
Nicolas would have to wait to see if his vampire life carried him beyond those two, although he was skeptical that it would.
He nodded, watching Aurel thoughtfully. He seemed as one affected heavily by migraine, except less irritable and far more resigned. Had this night affected him? Had it meant anything? Nicolas rose steadily from the chair to leave, but once up, paused instead. He crossed to the other side of the desk and placed a hand on the back of Aurel's chair, looking down at him, touching his jawline with his fingertips to tilt his head upwards to look at him. Although they were cold, both of them, in the cool manner one expected from vampires, touching seemed to generate heat. "I think I shall return," said Nicolas softly. "Sooner or later..." His hand slipped from the chair to Aurel's shoulder and he leaned into him, half-kneeling, moving his hand to cup his face as he kissed him good-bye.
It was a serious kiss, but it was not chaste. He did not part at all immediately. When he did, it seemed reluctant, and he straightened, regarding Aurel a moment longer with dark, thoughtful eyes. Then he vanished, as vampires could, in an instant, needing to seek out a cemetery again.
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Post by Aurel on Apr 13, 2009 15:00:52 GMT -5
Aurel, now left alone, rose from his chair, and walked over to the window. He pulled the curtain aside, and stared out into the darkness. Nicolas was already far away from him, that he knew, but yet, he still stood silent and gazed out the window.
This night had meant nothing to him. This night had meant everything to him.
He closed his eyes and let his head rest in his hands for a brief moment. He sighed and looked up, again out the window, and saw the stars. It might have been thanks to Nicolas, or maybe not, but he felt that something had certainly changed. He felt more free than he had done in oh, so many years. And that was terrifying. Freedom for Aurel meant no good to those around him, nor himself. Freedom meant to be wild. And Aurel had a tendency of getting too wild and violent.
He closed the curtains and left the library. Heading for his coffin, a certain feeling, that wouldn't easily be shaken off, entered his mind. Ah, yes...
This night had meant nothing to him. This night had meant everything to him.
Welcome, madness.
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