RP: A Sunset Stroll

[shh_sanguini]

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

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[shh_sanguini]

Sanguini heard the teacup clatter from behind the door and hoped he hadn't overly startled her. He thought he was here at an appropriate time, although he didn't own a watch or a clock. His day started when the sun sank below the horizon and ended when it came up again. There wasn't generally much of a need to know the specifics. He almost nervously ran his hands down the front of his new shirt, brushing away imaginary wrinkles. A smile came to his lips when the door opened. He was surprised, although not unpleasantly, when she pressed a kiss to his jaw.

"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?"

[shh_sanguini]

"It is only through your generosity that I am dressed as such."

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."

[shh_sanguini]

"I do believe I understand, but I could be incorrect as I cannot read your thoughts." He spoke softly.

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."

[shh_sanguini]

Sanguini almost leaned into the gentle brushing of fingers against his jaw, but he kept still and closed his eyes. He hadn't Apparated such a long distance in a very long time, and knew his body was not used to it. The pull low in his body was unpleasant, but not startling. He opened his eyes when they appeared in a field in Lyons. He felt the plants gently touching him through the thick denim of his jeans, provoked by the wind. He could see perfectly in the dark, thankfully

[shh_sanguini]

"I think I can risk that."

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."

[shh_sanguini]

Sanguini raised an eyebrow in surprise, not sure if what she had just said was a good or bad thing. He assumed it was meant as a compliment, but it was still a surprising comment. The vampire had certainly never heard someone say such to him before. Shrugging it off, he carefully followed her closer to the house, knowing she was being led by something he couldn't feel