Date: February 16th, 2005
Characters: Sanguini and Narcissa Black Malfoy
Location: Copper Towers/Streets Of Stoatshead (for now)
Status: Private
Summary: An evening walk between two friends.
Completion: Incomplete
(
Angels whisper to a man when he goes for a walk. ~Raymond Inmon )
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"Good evening, Narcissa."
He stepped out of the way so she would be able to leave her flat.
"Yes, of course."
Sanguini offered his arm to her. "Do you want to Apparate to the street or are we walking down?"
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Sanguini smiled, baring the slightest amount of his fangs. He closed his eyes as they disapparated to the street outside of Copper Towers. The rush of it still bothered him sometimes, but it was still a convenient mode of travel. He watched her cast a charm to warm herself, glad he no longer had to worry about heat or cold. Of course he made some measure to blend in. If he had decided to wear shorts (well, he never had, but if) in the chill of a winter night, he was sure to get some stares.
He considered the directions for a moment. "West is alright with me. I've explored these streets enough to know my way either way."
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Sanguini looked up at the sky for a moment, gazing at the moon and stars.
"Ah, the museum. I have work there now, although it is mostly clerical in nature. He isn't in a position to pay me, but I do it to fill my time, not for Galleons."
He smiled briefly and then his face went calmly blank.
"I have a story to tell you. Would you like to hear it?"
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"I am not the man I once was, but he is not lost entirely. To give up everything would be to divorce myself from all emotions associated with my mortal life, and that is not a sacrifice I am willing to make. Stefan lived for more than twenty years, Sanguini more than three hundred, but I am still both, in a sense."
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"I have too many memories of my human life to completely toss them to the side, but they are memories, not all that defines me."
He saw her shaking her head, obvious conflict going through her expression. Still holding her hand, he followed her as she walked down the street.
"And you are mine, Narcissa. There is naught that would make me surrender what we share."
Sanguini was almost tempted to brush his fingers down her cheek when she leaned against him, but he kept himself still.
"You're the first person to use that name in centuries. It's a pleasant change."
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Sanguini followed Narcissa over the bridge, enjoying the pleasant sound of the water rushing by, faint as it was. The wind blew his hair around a bit and he pushed it out of his eyes, watching Narcissa staring out into the water, a serious expression on her face.
"Mortal and trivial are not one and the same, Narcissa, nor are all mortal things easily forgotten." He spoke seriously, his thumb brushing over her knuckles absently. "I do more than tolerate your musings, Narcissa. I enjoy them. They intrigue me and capture my interest. And also know that whatever you say will be kept between us and no one else."
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