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 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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Sanguini thought it unusual that Narcissa wasn't used to someone caring for her well-being. She was so intelligent, so trusting and generous. Had no one seen that? She was a dear friend and a fellow old soul, and he couldn't imagine someone being blind to such things. Stranger things had happened, but it did prick at the back of his mind. His small smile turned into a frown when she pressed her fingertips to his lower lip, obvious concern in her gaze. He wasn't quite sure how to respond to the first thing she said, so he spoke of the others.
"Yes, yes I do." He admitted quietly. "I have a wonderful life, but that does not mean that I miss my mortal existence any less."
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