Original: Dramatis Personae
Title: Dramatis Personae
Series: Original (L'oiseau du Bonheur)
Characters/Pairings: Tristan, Eleanor, and a bit of Adrian.
Rating: G
Warnings: Noooone.
Summary: (From late 2012.) Adrian is a doof and it's hilarious to everyone but him.
They're sitting in the study, their preferred place of indoor interaction, with the curtains closed completely for a change. Tristan has taken up one of Adrian's capes (the dark purple velvet one with the silver clasps), and he looks absolutely atrocious in his careless violation of color theory.
"You have no idea how bad you look," Eleanor laughs.
Tristan holds up a hand to silence her. "Be still." He swirls the cape dramatically as he stalks across the room. He's having a terrible time keeping a straight face, though. "Know that it has taken me over five hundred years to learn all I know of the darkness."
The girl giggles, but she tries to be serious in kind. "Tell me about how you came to be as you are, master of sorrows."
"First!" He turns and walks back toward her very deliberately. "First I saw him, the vampire master, so white in the moonlight, like a... an..."
"A vision of pallid horror," offers Eleanor.
"Yes, that exactly. And I was awe-struck. But he told me, 'Do not be afraid, my brother, for we shall be one in the darkness! Offer unto me your soulllll!'"
"You can't forget the thing about fighting eternity."
"(Ah, you're right.) I feared him deeply, feared the shadows of eternity, but he was so powerful! So immense! So--"
"--'So awe-inspiring in his terror!'"
"But who was I to question the hand of fate?!" He stops in front of her, puts his hands down on the back of the couch on either side of her, and leans in. Their faces are quite close now and he does his best impression of The Intense Stare. "He was too close. I had no room to escape him. Not even a little bit."
"And did he bite you, o lord of suffering?"
"He did. It was terrible and I have waking nightmares about it sometimes. Nightmares about the agony." He turns and crumples slowly and dramatically to one knee, and then falls over completely. "Truly only the chosen can endure it. Also, this floor is really cold." A pause. "Colder than the void."
Eleanor stifles her laughter. "Colder than your soul?"
"I don't have a soul, remember? The floor, then, is more frigid than the space where my soul used to be."
Adrian opens the door and peers in, holding a candelabra in one hand. He and Eleanor make eye-contact in the half-light for a moment in awkward silence. Adrian gives a slow, reluctant nod of approval, and then shuts the door.
It's quiet for a few more seconds.
Tristan doesn't even bother to sit up. "...He has no idea we're making fun of him, does he?"
Series: Original (L'oiseau du Bonheur)
Characters/Pairings: Tristan, Eleanor, and a bit of Adrian.
Rating: G
Warnings: Noooone.
Summary: (From late 2012.) Adrian is a doof and it's hilarious to everyone but him.
They're sitting in the study, their preferred place of indoor interaction, with the curtains closed completely for a change. Tristan has taken up one of Adrian's capes (the dark purple velvet one with the silver clasps), and he looks absolutely atrocious in his careless violation of color theory.
"You have no idea how bad you look," Eleanor laughs.
Tristan holds up a hand to silence her. "Be still." He swirls the cape dramatically as he stalks across the room. He's having a terrible time keeping a straight face, though. "Know that it has taken me over five hundred years to learn all I know of the darkness."
The girl giggles, but she tries to be serious in kind. "Tell me about how you came to be as you are, master of sorrows."
"First!" He turns and walks back toward her very deliberately. "First I saw him, the vampire master, so white in the moonlight, like a... an..."
"A vision of pallid horror," offers Eleanor.
"Yes, that exactly. And I was awe-struck. But he told me, 'Do not be afraid, my brother, for we shall be one in the darkness! Offer unto me your soulllll!'"
"You can't forget the thing about fighting eternity."
"(Ah, you're right.) I feared him deeply, feared the shadows of eternity, but he was so powerful! So immense! So--"
"--'So awe-inspiring in his terror!'"
"But who was I to question the hand of fate?!" He stops in front of her, puts his hands down on the back of the couch on either side of her, and leans in. Their faces are quite close now and he does his best impression of The Intense Stare. "He was too close. I had no room to escape him. Not even a little bit."
"And did he bite you, o lord of suffering?"
"He did. It was terrible and I have waking nightmares about it sometimes. Nightmares about the agony." He turns and crumples slowly and dramatically to one knee, and then falls over completely. "Truly only the chosen can endure it. Also, this floor is really cold." A pause. "Colder than the void."
Eleanor stifles her laughter. "Colder than your soul?"
"I don't have a soul, remember? The floor, then, is more frigid than the space where my soul used to be."
Adrian opens the door and peers in, holding a candelabra in one hand. He and Eleanor make eye-contact in the half-light for a moment in awkward silence. Adrian gives a slow, reluctant nod of approval, and then shuts the door.
It's quiet for a few more seconds.
Tristan doesn't even bother to sit up. "...He has no idea we're making fun of him, does he?"