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| "Absinthe" makes the heart grow fonder. [Verloren] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 23 2007, 03:28 AM (590 Views) | |
| Vincent | Feb 23 2007, 03:28 AM Post #1 |
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Vinny had spent little time apart from Verloren since their night together wandering the snow covered streets, but for a few hours he had slipped away into the night, seeking a few moments to himself, a luxury he was not used to having constantly. As per his usual habits before having found himself infatuated with Verloren, he'd taken himself off to the artsy-est looking cafe he could find, preferably somewhere with music, and that just so happened to be L'absinthe Rêve. He had sat himself down at a rather open table, right up against the large windows so that he could watch both the indoors and outdoors, and had ordered himself a rather copious amount of "The green Fairy" as he and many others called it. Ordinarily, alcohol would have little effect on him, he'd catch a buzz and that was about it, but Absinthe was a different story. He couldn't -stand- the taste of the wormwood, but something about it actually managed to get him drunk and giddy after a while, and he was currently knocking back his 6'th glass of the stuff. He turned his head and peered out of the window, somewhat blurredly watching cars pass in the slushy street. A cigarette hung precariously from his lips, and it waggled up and down slightly as he mumbled something t himself and looked back towards the little raised stage area. Some guy was playing the guitar and singing something that was quite haunting. |
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| Verloren | Feb 23 2007, 10:13 AM Post #2 |
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Verloren had let Vinny slip away to have a some "me time". He trusted him fully now not to seek out the drug again, after the last time, and seeing his reaction when he awoke, he was currenly pacing through the halls of their home bored out of his mind as he didnt want to go out tonight really, the air felt uneasy, and his inner beast was awake and he didnt want to alert or harm humans, well not too many anyway. He rolled his eyes and flopped over the end of his sofa his hand over his forehead ina dramaric pose "Woe is me, all alone, and bored" Finally he decided he wanted to go see Vinny, maybe he could share a drink or just chat, it was a rare thing they just socialized now, they were either feeding, hunting, or mating, sad he knew but that was the life of a vampire, but he missed their strolls, their talks, their nights in. So with a sigh and a heavy heart feeling the lose of those moments he got up and walked out of his door coatless to enjoy the brisk air as he walked around for a moment, before using the bond of emotion he'd had with Vinny since first looking into those eyes to find him, it wasnt so much he knew where he was, but he felt a tugging in the right direction and knowing Vinny's tastes soon happened upon the small club and there was Vinny by the windoe drinking something that was so unaturally coloured Verloren could only assume it wrecked havoc with humans let alone Vampires but with a chuckle he walked in and over to Vinny putting a hand on the back of the chair he acted as if he were a stranger but with a smile and spoke softly "Excuse me sir, is this chair taken?" |
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| Vincent | Feb 23 2007, 12:29 PM Post #3 |
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Vinny had been leaning his head in his hand, and his elbow on the table to watch the melancholy performer for a moment, and in his drunken haze he hadn't noticed Verloren's entrance at all. He jumped as Verloren spoke and instantly lifted his head out of his hand, his arm still poised in mid air. "Oh!, Jesus!" He slurred faintly, before laughing and finally removing his elbow from the table top. He tittered softly to himself and gestured to the chair opposite him as he knocked back the last of the absinthe in his glass. He grinned like and idiot at Verloren for a moment before a waitress came over and replaced his empty glass with a full one. He thanked her in a quiet and faintly slurred, thick London accent and returned his attention to Verloren as she wandered away again. "I thought you weren't coming out tonight." |
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| Verloren | Feb 23 2007, 12:45 PM Post #4 |
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Verloren chuckled and shook his head at Vinny, hed never seen the fun in being drunk, tipsy yes, drunk he thought only added to the foolishness of men, but for Vinny, he couldnt ever frown upon him, hed gotten Vinny off drugs he had to leave him with something to fill the void and so he sat down with a smile and waved at the waitress to bring him a drink too then looked around with a smile "This place is just like you, scatty but somehow adorable" He smiled and lent back in the chair lazily "I was bored in the house on my own and theres nothing to do out tonight so i thought id come have a drink with you if thats ok, if you want some alone time i can go" He smiled to show the idea didnt sadden or annoy him but he was indeed sincere about the whole thing |
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| Vincent | Feb 23 2007, 01:26 PM Post #5 |
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Vinny shook his head and gestured his hand dismissively, in an overtly drunken manner. He laughed softly. "No, no, it's alright, stay, stay." He leaned back in his chair and peered about the room contemplative for a moment. The influx of Kunstler into the city was quite large, and now they were surrounded by them, no doubt due to Dante. Dante had also set up the clan house for the Kunstler in the city, and had made it apparent that he wasn't going anywhere any time soon. Vinny glanced at a few other patrons and then took a gulp of the absinthe before making a face you might make after drinking cough medicine. The face faded though, and he peered back to Verloren with another grin. He was quite ploughed indeed. "Well, at least it's not evening television I guess." He said, gesturing in the vague direction of the man and his guitar. |
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| Verloren | Feb 23 2007, 02:28 PM Post #6 |
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Verloren watched Vinny waiting for his drink and then chuckled as he motioned at the guitarist "Only to your drunken ears" He sighed as his drink arrived and then stared into it sniffing it with utter distaste "What the hell do you see in this stuff?" He picked it up and downed it and gagged and made a few chocking noises before putting the cup back "Oh my god, thats disguisting" He wiped his lips for a moment and gagged again "Oh i think ill avoid that" He looked around him at the place. He disliked it. it reminded him that Dante was in his town now, and he knew that ment sooner or later the fight for the right of Dantes fledglings would come, but more so the right for Vinny to live free, and Verloren didnt fear death on that day if it ment Vinny was free |
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| Vincent | Feb 23 2007, 03:16 PM Post #7 |
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Vinny laughed softly at the comment on the guitarist and he peered back at Verloren. he took a sip of his drink, peering over the top of the glass to watch Ver take a sip of his own. He spluttered and laughed as Ver made a sort of strangled noise, and he too set his glass down. "Yeah, it's a bit bitter at the end there, but it sure does kick." He grinned again, suppressing a shudder from the absinthe. He spared a glance toward the musician as the few other patrons applauded the end of his song, and he smirked faintly before once again returning his attention to Verloren, and to his glass of absinthe. he knocked back a fair quantity of the contents and finally he did shudder, with a soft gasping sound. "No wonder Van Gogh cut his ear off. he must've been in a cafe like this." He gestured toward the musician again who had started a new song not quite so melancholy. |
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| Dante Del Fuocco | Feb 23 2007, 03:27 PM Post #8 |
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"Are you enjoying the evening?" Dante was standing inexplicably at the edge of their table suddenly, as if he'd just materialised from some kind of start-trek transporter. He smiled a pleasant smile, his hands clasped behind his back. He was clad in a perfect Italian suit of black silk, with a crisp white shirt and a silver tie. He peered at Verloren with a soft smile and caught Vinny squirm in his seat slightly in his peripheral vision. His eyes swivelled to peer at Vincent, and he could smell the aniseed thick on his breath as Vinny responded that the entertainment had been better only a few moments before. Dante laughed softly, he knew Vinny was referring to his sudden presence, but he hadn't come to make trouble, indeed, he wasn't looking for a fight with either of them, though he imagined that Verloren had gotten it into his head to confront him at some point. He sighed softly at the thought. given his new seat of power in the city, he wasn't overly interested in bothering Vinny, nor was he interested in fighting. Jack was his militant resident really, and took care of any physical skirmishes that arose, often to frighteningly gruesome ends. "Well, I hope I'm not interrupting," he finally said, pulling out the 3rd chair and sitting in it as a sign that he really didn't care if he was interrupting. |
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| Verloren | Feb 23 2007, 05:27 PM Post #9 |
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Verloren sat there watching Vinny untill he looked to where Dante was not as he spoke, but as he appeared there, he already knew he was comming. Unknown to Vinny since their walk in the snow Verloren spent many more hours awake after Vinny slept, focusing his mind along the blood bond, hed managaed to see into Dante's mind a few times, he didn't if Dante had noticed, or been doing the same, Verloren also spent alot of time training with his rapier or his other mental Powers to make them strong and quicker, for a fight that from reading Dantes mind since he had moved here, he wasnt too sure hed need to fight after all. But he was still slightly opposed to the idea of controlling others to do your bidding, so he would still free those of Dante's minions, who wanted to be freed, if they wanted to serve Dante Verloren didnt care if Dante abused that, their own stupid fault for wanting to serve rather than control. Deep down Verloren admired Dante, the respect and power he weilded, and the way he carried himself, if it wasnt for Vinny, Verloren would probably have befriended him alot easier. Of couse Verloren had another reason that he was more than civil to Dante and hoed he wouldnt have to fight him but rather could reach a peaceful solution, Dante had indeed saved his life. Veroren forgot himself and smiled a slight friendly smile as Dante spoke and pulled up the chair, only for a moment but it was there, then he sat up strighter in his chair and chuckled at Dante's actions. "Not really, i was just deciding never to drink this god aweful concoction again, though im sure if you were interrupting it wouldn't stop you joining us anyway" |
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| Vincent | Feb 23 2007, 05:52 PM Post #10 |
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Vinny shot a sidewards glance at Verloren, catching the little smile that played along his lips for an instant. he leaned back in his chair and looked back toward Dante, unsure of how he should act or what he should do. Of course, being trashed didn't help matters, and along those lines of thought, he decided upon keeping up with that so that he would not be expected to make intelligent conversation with Dante. He reached out and then downed the rest of the glass of absinthe with a faint shudder. He peered across the table at Verloren, taken a little by surprise that Verloren was being so civil to Dante. Quizzically his gaze swivelled back to the Italian intruder. He pulled a cigarette out of the box in his pocket and pressed it between his lips, but before he could reach for a lighter, the end suddenly fizzled into a brief flash of flame and then smouldered slowly. He gave Dante an unimpressed look and took a long drag before blowing the smoke back in Dante's general direction. |
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| Dante Del Fuocco | Feb 23 2007, 05:57 PM Post #11 |
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Dante laughed softly and smiled at Verloren. 'Absinthe is an acquired taste, or rather, a lack thereof." He leaned back in his seat, resting his hand palm down on his knees as he took in the surroundings for a quiet moment. The little cafe was becoming quite busy as more Kunstler flocked to the area, and he was happy to see them all. Artists, musician, sculptors, writers. He smiled faintly at his own warm thoughts and turned back to his little entourage. Curiously perhaps, he watched Vinny for a moment, watched how he moved with little regard. Dante hadn't expected anything more than incivility honestly. He reached out with the fire gift given down through the clan bloodlines, and Vinny's cigarette fizzled and lit before he had time to get his lighter. Dante laughed as the smoke was blown back in his face, and pretty much ignored it, turning to Verloren instead. "Do the nights find you well?" he said quite pleasantly. |
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| Verloren | Feb 23 2007, 06:17 PM Post #12 |
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Verloren was still eyeing the glass trying to figure out what the hell it was people liked about this crazy drink before he gave a smirk at Vinny for blowing the smoke, he may be civil to Dante but Vinny was his love and any friendship that ensued between Dante and Verloren would be one of constantly childish arguements it was clear. He smirked at that thought two before looking over with a pleasent face and crossing his legs leaning back slightly "They find me fine, apart from the boredom of most nights, theres not much that appeals to me in this town that i havnt already seen a hundred times, and ive given up on this tv thing. So i just spend them to myself with music or my dear Vinny here" He smiled over at Vinny lovingly before he looked back at Dante "And you?" |
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| Vincent | Feb 23 2007, 06:57 PM Post #13 |
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Vinny blinked to try to clear the little haze that was gathering in his vision, and before he knew it, the waitress, clearly also a Kunstler, had replaced his glass with a full one. She stopped, standing not far from them, and she gave a little sort of bow of her head to Dante before asking if anyone wanted anything. Dante responded to her in soft spoken Russian, of all things, and she smiled back at him and then looked at Verloren expectantly. "Can I get you something?" her accent, louder now, was indeed a Russian accent, and her manner and face were pleasant. Dante knew most of the Kunstler in the city by facial recognition. many of them he had known in other cities, but now and then a new one would crop up. But, he knew the waitress, from back in New York, indeed, that's why she was working there to begin with, he'd appointed her the job to help her out, not to mention that waitresses made excellent spies. |
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| Verloren | Feb 23 2007, 07:02 PM Post #14 |
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Verloren watched Vinny trying to clear the haze from his mind then tilted his head at Dante "I didn't know you knew russian" He smiled up at the lady and with no tone of condesendence replied "Nothing i'd like im afraid" He smiled though to show it wasnt a personal insult but that he simply only really wanted wine or something much richer, and thicker, neither of which seemed to be on this bars menu. He looked back at dante and replied almost flirtacously "So what other talents do you have hidden away in that mind of yours?" |
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| Vincent | Feb 23 2007, 07:27 PM Post #15 |
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Dante smiled at the lithe waitress and peered at Verloren for a brief moment before adding: "I think our friend here would also care for some wine? Bring the bottle and a couple of glasses, please." He smiled and she moved off to get the wine. Dante chuckled softly. "Hidden talents? Well now, they wouldn't be hidden if I told you, would they?" He smiled. Truth be told, Dante, in his many years, had been to so many places and met so many people that there were few languages he couldn't at least get the gist of and say hello in. Russian just happened to be one of his favourites, and the waitress had originally been from Yekaterinburg. She wasn't very old, but older than Vinny but at least a decade or two. "I suppose I simply have a passion for the arts, for the spoken and written word, for music, art, everything." Vinny snorted faintly at Dante. Vinny had actually been an artist back in the day, though he never considered it good, still it made him a fair amount of money after his death, small doodles and comic strips brought in a lot more money than he'd ever imagined. He sipped his absinthe and Dante peered at him for the briefest of moments before returning his attention to Verloren again. It was clear Vinny didn't care for idle chit-chat, and he didn't mind. He'd merely come to try and build some bridges, to socialise. The waitress returned with an expensive bottle of Shiraz and a couple of glasses, and she set them on the table. "Spatzebah" Dante said with a smile, and she nodded and moved off to serve other patrons. |
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| Verloren | Feb 23 2007, 07:35 PM Post #16 |
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Verloren watched Dante order him a drink and listened to him talk about the arts to explain he command of the russian language and he smiled "I find european languages nice" He looked over to Vinny as he scoffed with a slight frown, but said nothing Vinny and Dante's history more than explained Vinny's reactions to Dante. Verloren lent back but lent forward when the bottle arrived, reaching into his breat pocket he pulled out a pair of purple rimmed square reading glasses and picked the bottle up examining it, it was indeed an expensive and old wine, and met his standards so he opened it and poured himself a glass, then reached over and poured Dantes glass for him with a smile "I see your a man with taste" |
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| Dante Del Fuocco | Feb 23 2007, 08:06 PM Post #17 |
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"One can't be too picky where wine is concerned." Was his response, and he laughed softly before taking a sip of the Shiraz and reclining back into his seat again. He set the wine glass on the edge of the table and ran his fingers along the stem idly. His hair fell softly in tousled ringlets about his face, and the soft curve of his smiling lips was fleshy in tone from his earlier meal. His eyes were unfathomably dark as they peered piercingly at Verloren, so that they appeared almost black entirely. His eyes were framed by a generous sweep of long black lashes, and he looked very Roman in those moments, his skin very faintly still retaining some of the olive complexion that had been his birthright. "So, Verloren, perhaps I shall see you at Haven. I am holding an opening gala." he spared a glance at Vinny, and Vinny was peering back at him, unamused. He shrugged very faintly and tilted his head, looking back at Verloren. "Of course, it goes without saying that you're both invited." |
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| Verloren | Feb 23 2007, 08:36 PM Post #18 |
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Verloren chuckled at Dante's comment "Of course not" Then suddenly Dante was staring into his eyes, and Verloren dared not look away, not to be rude but also .... He resisted the urge to gulp but met his gaze and then took a large sip of the wine swallowing the rich liquid as he smiled "Im sure youll see me there, if only for a few moments" He sat up slightly and spoke again "Im a very busy man these days, a night to myself is rare now" He sighed slightly and took another sip of the wine smiling "But of course it does" He looked over at Vinny with expectant eyes, but immediatly realised he would never agree to go and so looked at his wine instead for a moment |
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| Dante Del Fuocco | Feb 23 2007, 09:08 PM Post #19 |
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Dante smiled and lowered his gaze to the table with a soft flutter of lashes. he took a sip of his wine and turned his gaze over to Vinny who now had his arms crossed and was peering at Dante with a 'what do you want' expression. Dante smiled back at him, but not as he had smiled at Verloren. He heaved a soft sigh, and the smile did not slip. it wasn't that Vinny hated Dante, but that he was sick of hearing about politics, especially where Dante was concerned. Dante turned those almost black eyes back to Verloren again. "yes, I've heard you're rather busy now. Congratulations. I believe we'll be seeing a lot more of each other now as I am very often in close consort with Politiker Clanleiten. Our clans work very well together." Again he ran his fingers over the stem of the wine glass idly, and Vinny snorted again faintly and turned his head to peer out of the window. Dante's head was slightly lowered, and he dared a glance back up into Verloren's eyes so that it was almost a teasing glance, but seemed more wholesome, more real. His cupid lips turned upward in an almost seductive smile, but it wasn't meant to be that way, and a faint scent of dark lilacs, or warm vanilla, something rich and luxurious could be smelled on the air. |
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| Verloren | Feb 23 2007, 09:27 PM Post #20 |
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Verloren smiled and blushed slightly at Dantes words of congratulations. "Id ratehr not be congratulated for killing someone whom i didnt intend to, but thank you none the less, as for working well together its no suprise, we have the most in common" He looked over at Vinny and sighed slightly, now he was involved in a world that Vinny hated, but soon that thought vanished as he caught site of Dante and turned to look at him, something in that moment has changed and now he looked, ... magnificant, those eyes dared to look up at him, as if they were having some sort of sordid affair, and that smile, Verloren knew not to assume it was as tempting as it looked, but those eyes, and that fragrance, Dante always had the finest fragrance Verloren had noted, weather it was his or simply expensive potions of smells he did not know, nor dare he ask. He looked back for a moment fully aware Vinny was still too druk to get the deeper meaning, but then before Vinny saw anything he tore his eyes away and suddenly gulped the last of his wine down "Well i shall attempt to come alone. If not to start new workings at least to see what wines, you have to offer" He smirked and looked out the window only to avoid looking at Dante |
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| Dante Del Fuocco | Feb 23 2007, 09:50 PM Post #21 |
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Dante smiled and looked down at his wine before also taking a sip. All about his movement was nobility, old-world elegance, even the way he held his glass was reminiscent of the 1700's gentry. He made a little 'hm' sound to himself as he set the glass back down and he smiled again, taking in Verloren's appearance as he peered away. He was absorbing each little scintillating detail, memorising. "Well, my invitation is extended to you any time. Usually I'm here or there, or at the clanhouse." His memory drifted back to jack and Adeliah and he turned to peer over his shoulder at a tall, well-dressed gentleman who was standing at the bar drinking absinthe as if it were the sweetest ambrosia. The gentleman smelled faintly of lilacs, a telling sign of opium smoke. dante peered back at verloren and Vinny again and folded his hands in his lap as if to say "Sooo...." |
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| Verloren | Feb 23 2007, 09:57 PM Post #22 |
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Verloren stared out the window for a moment, hearing Dante's "hM" he turned and he was now sitting hands in his lap, he was so elogant, he reminded him of his time so much that it hurt the things that didnt exist now. However it hurt for an entirely different reason too, Verloren felt the tell tale signs of infatuation, for Dante. It was like Dante appealed to the part of him stuck in the past the part that missed it and its elogance, but Vinny appealed to his want to explore and understand the new world. Dante could pull him back to the past Vinny pulled him to the present day, and he liked both places now. With a start he stood up quickly his chair sliding back and almost falling over and he stuttered "If..if youll excuse me, I have something that needs immediate attention, Dante ill see you at the gala, Vinny, Ill be at the house when you get home" He walked round and to settle himself more than settle Vinny he kissed his cheek then nodded to Dante and quickly fled out of the bar onto the street an walked past the window they were sat by off down the street. Once past the window Verloren stopped and slumped against the wall running his hands over his face and sighing heavily he uttered only one word that summed up everything "Gods!" |
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