she held on to all she had left of him [open thread]

[implored]

Who: Gemma [implored] and anybody.
What: Wandering around outside the cathedral.
Where: Cathedral.
When: A few hours after the meteor's impact.

Comments

/so late || sorry about that!

[truestblood]

If it could be a color, then the fragrance of blood would a vivid red among the dull shade of browns and gold. It was a faint scent, subtle from distance, but nonetheless soft and inviting. It must be freshly spilt, Kaname thought. That would be why it was so noticeable. He unhurriedly came to a standstill; the wind had come from the direction of the cathedral. It would be safe to assume that the scent had come from a survivor. The blood wouldn’t tempt him, Kaname was sure, since he never acquired the taste for human blood. If it was indeed human, he mentally corrected

[implored]

This was too much-she shouldn't have left. She shouldn't have abandoned the proclaimed safety of the chapel to feed her own curiosity, to see if she was as powerful as she had hoped. One tear made its way past her almost immaculate British upbringing of emotionlessness, but she pressed her face to the cloth that adorned her shoulder to wipe it away. The dress she wore was the same she had arrived in, a deep green that the dressmaker had said accented her eyes perfectly.

But she didn't care about the gown-didn't care if she had a hump on her back or was missing an eye. She wanted to go home, or to what had been the closest thing she could name as such. America was not her birth land, and nor was England-she longed desperately for the humid, blistering heat of India, for the dark-skinned people and the naan and even the snakes. She missed her nursemaid, Sarita, and she missed-she missed Kartik

[truestblood]

Kaname stepped forward, but made no attempt to approach the woman, if only to see who else had spoken. It had been clearly a male’s voice, but Kaname thought he’d made a mistake upon looking at the other person; though it was a short-lived confusion. Women didn’t have such broad shoulders. Kaname glanced back at the female, standing there with her polite manners and bleeding hand. Were they late like him or merely wandering the grounds?

“You would hardly be an imposition,” Kaname said, returning the civility she had shown. He bowed courteously to her, in hopes that it would reassure her. Having two strangers come upon her in a forest would probably fray her nerves, especially since they were both men and in a strange land. “My name is Kaname Kuran, Lady...?”

She gave the impression of an aristocratic, so Kaname offered her the title. He briefly glanced at the other man, wondering if he would make the same gesture.