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Post by Aurel on Oct 26, 2009 14:02:25 GMT -5
Aurel walked slowly towards the door, which behind it was the staircase that led up to the tower. He opened the door and went up the stairs, still leading the way.
When he got up, he eyed the room while entering. It had a small table to the right with some papers and books on it, and on each side og the table, there was a chair. To the left was an old bookshelf containing more books, a chest which, Aurel recalled, contained old clothes he had worn some centuries ago, that he didn't want to throw away. He wondered in his mind how well maintained they were, he hadn't looked at them in a very long time. Wouldn't they be all old and disgusting by now? Between the chest and the table, there was a window, and underneath it stood an old telescope.
"Here it is. Not the most impressing room, I'd say." Aurel turned to Nicolas. "But somehow I still like it up here."
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Oct 26, 2009 14:06:54 GMT -5
"I always like towers," said Nicolas, throwing himself into a chair without thinking, one leg over the arm of it. His head was tilted thoughtfully. It was true, and he did. Being here now, he felt a sharp contrast between being here with Aurel and being in Armand's tower with Armand. He did not feel as though it could very well be the 18th century outside of it. He knew exactly what time it was, and that time was passing with every moment he watched the shadows crawl over Aurel's pale face.
Sanity was an unusual experience for Nicolas. He hadn't been through it since he'd died.
"Yours is nicer than Armand's," he commented idly, pulling up both knees to his chest and leaning against the other arm, looking over at Aurel. "That was where I realized I wanted to die," he explained. "That was where I was made. It's nice to have the view without the memories."
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Post by Aurel on Oct 30, 2009 15:21:02 GMT -5
Aurel smiled, delighted to hear that Nicolas thought this tower was nicer than Armand's. Though his smile quickly faded as Nicolas continued. He said nothing, only walked over to him and stroke the back of his hand over Nicolas's cheek. The look in hes eyes said everything. Aurel too had felt like that.
He glanced over to the old chest and decided to look it through soon. But for now, he sat down in the other chair, his legs and arms crossed in a visually nonchalant way, yet not his intention. He hadn't liked what he heard at all. "Why did you return to the tower? How could you bare to do such a thing?"
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Nov 23, 2009 13:06:38 GMT -5
Nicolas let his eyes shut and turned his cheek into Aurel's touch unthinkingly. He did not appear agitated or distressed, though, when Aurel withdrew his hand a moment later.
He leaned one elbow heavily against the table, leaning forward towards Aurel as he responded.
"Armand did not make me a vampire himself, but he's the one that put me on the path..." he began, before breaking off. "I can't explain it, but I'm drawn to him."
He looked as though this irritated him. However, the former expression of distraction - of being enamored - was no longer so strong in his eyes. Meeting Vincent under those circumstances had, at least a little, cured him rather soundly of his heady affection for the diminutive heartbreaker.
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Post by Aurel on Mar 1, 2010 14:26:06 GMT -5
"Oh..."
Aurel couldn't say much more. He understood the feeling of being drawn to someone. It could be frustrating, since there was really no logic in it, and certainly no when being drawn to a person one rather not be involved with. He removed his hand from Nicolas, and tried to smile kindly, but only looked sad.
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