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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Sanguini knew he came from a different world than Narcissa, a different time. He wasn't even human. She had grown up a Black, a legendary family all on its own. He was pureblood as well, but descended from a line that had died out when he became a vampire. His sister had never had a child. And Narcissa had had a vampiric tutor, from what he had garnered from her words. She seemed to have a kinship with his kind, and he felt almost as if she was old as he was, as if she had seen the world to the extent he had.
He smiled when she tugged at him, and let out a soft chuckle when she adjusted his collar.
"It's called Parietis. It's south of Lyon in France. It's only ruins now, but it is where I was born."
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"You may take as long as you like, Narcissa."
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He released the light grip he had on her arms and allowed her to step back from him, a gentle smile still on his face. His expression turned serious when she spoke of the lack of sound.
"The village was destroyed over a century ago, and no one has ever bothered to repair it. It was a small Wizarding town, but not one many knew of. My father was the leader of most of the people here, even if he spent most of his time traveling to other countries."
Sanguini gestured to the ruin of the town center.
"That was the town center, although it's not more than rubble now."
He offered his hand to her before starting to walk out of the field.
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A village, however, that was quite close to Sanguini's heart.
"I may have only lived here for nine years or so, but I do remember this place fondly."
Once they reached the edge of the field, the ruined village was revealed. Everything had been made of stone and wood, but most of the wood was now little more than dust, and the stone bricks were scattered and broken. It was eerily empty, but Sanguini still felt a pang of nostalgia, because he remembered what it had looked like when he was a child.
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"My home. I was told that it was kept empty for my father if he ever returned from England, but to my knowledge he never came back."
Sanguini glanced down at the silver rings on his hands.
"These were a gift from him when I turned seventeen. The only reminder I have of him that has lasted my whole life. He said they were enchanted to last forever, but I didn't believe him at first. Perhaps they are not immortal, but lasting four centuries is impressive nonetheless."
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He saw a frown briefly pass through her expression and wondered if she sensed something he didn't. The vampire was rather numb to magic, having none of his own anymore, but it was obvious that there was something bothering her.
"We can leave if you like." He spoke softly. "It is obvious that something is causing you to be quite tense."
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