RP: An Evening Walk
Date: March 10th, 2005 (evening)
Characters: Sanguini and Narcissa
Location: First Copper Towers, then
Status: Private
Summary: Sanguini and Narcissa go for another one of their evening walks.
Completion: Complete
Sanguini had finally broken down and owled Narcissa after a few near lethally boring nights. He had done a lot of work at the museum and had even scouted around the house Narcissa had been fond of during their last walk, but his doubts and worries about the wrath of Josephine faded once he really thought about them. She was strong, with experiences that many women never went through during their lifetimes. If his sire happened to stumble upon them, she would deal with it in her willful but skilled manner, hopefully not provoking Josephine's easily aroused wrath. There was little chance of that anyways. Josephine always waited for him to be alone after Marja, using hypnosis to keep any of his lovers or companions away for an hour or so so she could have her rather sadistic fun before returning to her throne.
He buttoned one of his white dress shirts and briefly ran his hands down the front of it, brushing away imaginary wrinkles and specks of dust. He decided to leave his trenchcoat in the oddly organized closet, not needing to carry any blood with him after draining a flask earlier in the evening. Sanguini sat down on his bed and put on his boots, casting one more cursory glance into the mirror before there was a soft but familiar knock at his door. Sanguini briefly petted Cheshire as a rather expedient goodbye and walked to the door, leaving the cat to his tuna. He opened the door, a smile on his lips that briefly bared his fangs.
"Good evening, Narcissa."
Characters: Sanguini and Narcissa
Location: First Copper Towers, then
Status: Private
Summary: Sanguini and Narcissa go for another one of their evening walks.
Completion: Complete
Sanguini had finally broken down and owled Narcissa after a few near lethally boring nights. He had done a lot of work at the museum and had even scouted around the house Narcissa had been fond of during their last walk, but his doubts and worries about the wrath of Josephine faded once he really thought about them. She was strong, with experiences that many women never went through during their lifetimes. If his sire happened to stumble upon them, she would deal with it in her willful but skilled manner, hopefully not provoking Josephine's easily aroused wrath. There was little chance of that anyways. Josephine always waited for him to be alone after Marja, using hypnosis to keep any of his lovers or companions away for an hour or so so she could have her rather sadistic fun before returning to her throne.
He buttoned one of his white dress shirts and briefly ran his hands down the front of it, brushing away imaginary wrinkles and specks of dust. He decided to leave his trenchcoat in the oddly organized closet, not needing to carry any blood with him after draining a flask earlier in the evening. Sanguini sat down on his bed and put on his boots, casting one more cursory glance into the mirror before there was a soft but familiar knock at his door. Sanguini briefly petted Cheshire as a rather expedient goodbye and walked to the door, leaving the cat to his tuna. He opened the door, a smile on his lips that briefly bared his fangs.
"Good evening, Narcissa."