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Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 16, 2006 22:35:24 GMT -8
(writing exercise with characters
earlier than the other vamp rp, eg: before everyones declared their love, before france, before all the drama)
Early December 1776; London, England
The fire was blazing in the hearth beyond them in the grand parlor, with its morbid mahogony panellings and its finely crafted furniture of the age, palacing this standard room to be something so much more than it truly was ever meant to be. It was cozy, the way the smoke curled up from the crackling, sap-covered wood, filling the air with a delicate, Christmas sort of smell.
Andrew was nursing a glass of brandy elegantly in his elaborate and comforted chair. He was seated as a gentleman and dressed as a gentleman, but there was an expression upon his lips of malice and lust, very ungentelmanly qualities.
He gazed across the room at Sienna, with that far from innocent smirk that only Andrew seemed to possess, lips curled up into that sneering, condescending portrait of himself, yet despite these flaws, he remained elegant, with violent, eyes that seemed so pearly white and glistened that they could have been set in blown glass. His body was warm, beautiful, Rennaissance, and he knew this, the only thing that gave him such an appealing glance and irressistable touch.
"So is it only us? Are the others all away on their businesses?" He said this with a sort of trivial laugh in his voice as he plucked a chocolate covered cherry from a gold-plaited China bowl on the handcarved wood behind him and stuffed it into his mouth, not a drop of the juices wasted on his precious lips.
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Post by theliontamer♥ on Nov 16, 2006 22:55:59 GMT -8
He watched her as she poured herself a glass of thick, blood red wine, and she knew it. As she held the glass delicately between slender, pale fingers, brushed with an equally dark polish, swirling the liquid slightly and examining it as it ran down the sides, thick legs forming before regrouping in a blackened pool, his eyes traced her figure, hungrily taking in her every curve.
She was conscious of every spot at which her gown clung to her, accentuating the curves even with its' thick, draping material. And suddenly the neckline was too low even though it barely exposed her pale, shimmering collarbone, the dress too tight along her hips, the material falling in a rich train of maroon, laced with fine gold, showing off far too much.
Amber orbs provided a mirror in which the merry flames danced, reflecting their passion as she stared towards the elaborate mantleplace, eyes slightly glazed. Her smoldering gaze only turned to him as he spoke, and they sparked in disgust as he stuffed the chocolatey morsel into his mouth, looking overly satisfied. "I know not where the others have gone, but I pray they haven't left me alone in your company," she replied, bringing the glass delicately to her lips and taking a rather ladylike sip.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 17, 2006 6:50:38 GMT -8
The temperature outside was a bitter cold, wind sweeping across the land like a broomstick across a dirty floor. Yet, even so, a lone figure was seen outside, returning to his place of comfort, the place he called home.
Yes, it was true that he had been out doing his own business, even when the business included gory details that should not be spoken of, yet heard in flurries in the local taverns that spoke of "monsters". Could he have been a monster? Impossible. He was living life how he had intended it to. And the village had enough problems than worrying about another missing villager. No one would miss him. That thought struck the lone figures mind, bringing a smile to his face. Another successful evening.
Tobias entered the main hall of the mansion to hear fires crackling in the parlour. Fires: one within the mantlepiece and the other in the tempers of Sienna and Andrew.
"Was it a mistake as always to leave anyone alone with you Andrew?" Tobias asked, walking into the parlour and pouring himself a drink.
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Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 17, 2006 17:53:58 GMT -8
Andrew had lifted his brow in slight amusement, but his eyes had abruptly moved from her feminine figure to her hardly contained emotions that were hurled violently from her pupils. He gave a slight chuckle beneath his breath, triggering his smirk to grow even broader across his self-centered attributes. "You flatter me, by far, Sienna."
Ah well. His thoughts interrupted by Tobias. His smile faded slightly as he stuffed a carmelized fruit into his mouth. It pleasured him, the sugar and the sweet, and he let this satisfaction show on his lips as Tobias poured himself his evening drink.
"What kind words to me, Tobias," replied Andrew, those eyes glittering with malice but his lips showing nothing but elegance, wordly delight, and possibly a hint self-contained bitterness. "I do not say such things to you. Come. Sit beside me. A cherry?" and he held up the dish, deception his false wisdom.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 17, 2006 17:58:59 GMT -8
"No thank you," Tobias said, denying the cherry and also sitting across from Andrew, rather than next to him like he had asked. "I'd rather sit here, thank you," he said, taking an armchair, just close enough to feel the heat from the fire to defrost the numbing cold that he still felt from outside. "And how, may I ask, are you two this evening?" He asked, looking from Andrew to Sienna.
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Post by theliontamer♥ on Nov 17, 2006 18:05:22 GMT -8
"I certainly don't mean to--" she began icily, gathering her skirts in one hand as she seated herself delicately in a tall backed chair. Her slender fingers remained wrapped tightly around the crystal stem of her glass, and her other traced the ornate carvings that adorned the arm of her chair.
She raised her gaze, her lips half forming her next word, only to see a fellow member of the coven and her friend standing int he doorway. He watched as if so amsued, and she gave him a rather cold stare as well. "I am sitting in a room watching this gluttoneous pig eat cherries and you ask me how I am this evening?" she retorted, gazing at the man, though a grin played on her lips, hidden quickly as she lifted the glass to her own dark lips and took a long sip. "But all considering, I am quite well. And yourself? Any luck this evening?"
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 17, 2006 18:08:00 GMT -8
"I am doing well, though the night was not the best. It seems lately nothing is that great of a catch. I had to resort to waiting for a drunken fool to come stumbling out of the tavern on his way home. Naturally, I offered to help him home, but, well, lets just say, he did not get there as he had planned when he left the tavern," Tobias replied, a sort of small smile playing upon his lips. "And what of you? Gone out yet?"
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Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 17, 2006 18:27:40 GMT -8
Andrew's face for one unconstricted moment erupted into an expression of rage at Sienna's remark, but soon he had subdued it and had replaced it with that sly and deceptive smirk. Finishing his brandy, he turned from his sneer at Sienna to his amused smile at Tobias. "Are you sure the drunk was not Adrien?" Adrien was, they all rather knew, a bit fond of his liquors.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 17, 2006 21:55:22 GMT -8
"Very amusing Andrew," Tobias commented, a fake laugh escaping his lips. "I am sure that it was mot Adrien. And I would be worrying more about your own liquor problem." He said this as Andrew finished off the last of his brandy, most likely his fifth or sixth of the night
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Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 17, 2006 21:58:34 GMT -8
Andrew: a fake laugh? oh, youre an asshole and youre going down tobias darko.
"My own liquor problem?" protested Andrew, setting down his glass rather sharply from perhaps too much of it. The smile was still visible, but his lips had thinned somewhat from a lack of his own amusement at his own expense. "Oh come, what else am I to do with my immortal hours? It is, afterall, evening, and one can only feed so many times on mortals, so whilst I wait, I find pleasure in the comforts of this house."
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 17, 2006 22:06:36 GMT -8
"Hmm, so your comforts include getting drunk and hitting on Sienna?" Tobias asked Andrew, smirking the entire time. "Andrew, you need to get a hobby."
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Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 17, 2006 22:13:29 GMT -8
"Well, what do you suggest Tobias?" sneered Andrew, pouring himself (unfortunately) another glass of brandy. He downed it rather quickly, the warmth cutting into his throat to give him a caustic but warmed slither in his organs. "What exactly are your hobbies?"
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 17, 2006 22:18:34 GMT -8
"My hobbies?" Tobias questioned, walking over to Andrew and taking his glass and bottle of brandy from him, putting it back in its place on the mantlepiece. "Quite frankly, my hobbies are none of your business."
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Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 17, 2006 22:24:29 GMT -8
"Oh please," Andrew reached out for the bottle but was sorely disappointed when Tobias had statched it from his fingers. Ah well. He'd perhaps had enough. He reached instead for another of the cherry chocolates and grimaced as his teeth found a pit. He plucked out the pit and grimaced again. "Please don't bore me, Tobias, with your air of mystery. I do not find it becomming to you. None of us, might I emphasize, know much about you. I mean, this coven has only been together for a short while and you've spoken little but to spite me."
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 17, 2006 22:26:29 GMT -8
"Fine. Hobbies." Tobias started. It was true, he had not told them about himself in any great detail. He was indeed the stranger in a sea of friends. But this was a time to have them get to know him. "Literature. I enjoy a decent book, a poem, song, anything of that sort. More of an artist type than anything else."
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Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 17, 2006 22:29:10 GMT -8
Another prim smile upon Andrew's lips. The artist type. A good appetite for a wealthy man. "An artist?" and Andrew sat back in his chair, somewhat interested. "Are you the artist who creates?" He was curious. He had observed Tobias much during his short stay with them, so far less than a month, and he was most intrigued by any fact that could be conjured to the lips about him. "Are you a musician?"
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 17, 2006 22:35:04 GMT -8
"You could say that," Tobias said. "But it is not just music, but poetry, prose, short stories, plays, everyting of the sort. Whatever you can think of. I can do." Tobias said. He had always been like that
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Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 17, 2006 22:38:44 GMT -8
Andrew: Always been like what? a braggart?
Jen: oh, hush!
"That makes you quite the gentleman then, I suppose," replied Andrew, observing him closely again, before shoving an entire handful of cherries into his mouth this time, gluttonously, but elegantly, and then he swallowed, a bit too hard (for a few tears came to his eyes). "This knowledge has done some effort to raise this curtain of mystery about you, Master Darko."
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Nov 17, 2006 22:40:10 GMT -8
"Ah, the name presents it all. Darko. Dark. Mysterious." Tobias said, "I have a feeling that I tend to like it that way."
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Post by glamorousgnome on Nov 17, 2006 22:47:26 GMT -8
"Well don't think you're so unique," Andrew laughed, suprising himself. He was genuine in this laugh, and he immediately attempted to suppress it. "My last name is reflective of how I like it, Baron, rich.... Ah well, so not as good a pun...I try..."
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