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 Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 9:30 am
Daegonna's smile was more wistful than she meant it to be. She glanced up at Seraphim, the glittering blue orbs of her eyes difficult to read.
"Grief's kind of becoming a regular fixture in our lives, huh?" She said bitterly. "Though, I guess, with our respective clan ties, that's little wonder."
She took another sip of her wine, and set the glass aside.
Seraphim's smile and attention made her feel a bit better. She idly wondered if there was much difference between being vulnerable and just being easy.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 9:33 am
Grief, and difficulty, is the lot of all of us who are not human. Either that, or so much indifferance it takes too much, and costs too much, to feel anything.
*The handsome cainite sipped further at his merlot, his tail swaying with the heavyness of his thoughts.*
I am glad to see you are alive and coping though Daegonna. I feared things had gone awry for you after that day in the market. I admit I missed your company for quite some time afterwards.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 9:40 am
Daegonna nodded silently. He was right.
She watched him quietly for a few moments, wondering what was on his mind.
"Ah...well...I guess things kind of did go awry...But I made it out alive, I suppose." She didn't sound too sure of that. "I missed you, too." She added. She sounded much more certain of that.
"What's on your mind, Seraphim?" She asked softly after a moment. He seemed preoccupied, and there were any number of reasons why that could be.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 9:55 am
Im not sure. My mind just chases itself in circles these days. Since Father died... since Abaddon... I dont know who or what I am anymore, let alone my place.
I tried going crazy, but that doesnt really work for someone of my blood, and just ending things is impossible too, thanks to Corbin. If I die, he is the last. Who knows what will happen?
I dont know where to go, what to do, who I am. I have nothing left to fight for, and so... I wander. Ive generally STOPPED thinking these days.
*The merlot was gone. The bottle was close to hand though, and another glass in order. Strange that someone as potentially powerful as Seraphim could have so lost his way, and find nothing to do with his prodigious skills and abilities*
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:04 am
Daegonna sighed softly, and laid a hand on Seraphim's shoulder. She didn't know how to help him find his way, but she knew what it was to be lost. She'd been lost for large portions of her life, with brief, intermittent spans of time in which she felt like she had a purpose. Even now her purpose was vague, at best - serve the clan.
Because what else did she have?
She slid off her stool, and hugged Seraphim. In a lot of ways, she was still human, and still a child. She knew affection would probably not help him, but hoped the gesture would at least be a comfort.
"I guess we can wander, lost, together, then." She said dryly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:14 am
Aye, until life throws us a bone again.
*Seraphim didnt seem overly depressed. Just quiet and accepting that he was hurting and unable to change it right now. He wrapped one of his bandaged arms around Daegonna's shoulders as she hugged him, indeed taking solace in the gesture of comfort, and wishing to return it.
Of the two, it was strange that the Sabbat descended Seraphim seemed to know more of humanity than his Camarilla bred brother, Corbin. But there it was*
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:22 am
Daegonna smirked.
"Whose bones?" She thought of all the people whose bones she'd like to have at her feet, and couldn't help but giggle at the large pile she imagined.
As he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, she smiled, and leaned closer to him, carefully resting her head in his shoulder.
"D'you think you could stay with us? With the DeSeers, I mean? Until you find your way again?" She suggested. She wasn't sure if it was a good idea, and she wasn't inviting him herself - she was just thinking aloud.
She wouldn't go so far as to say the DeSeers liked him, but he had been an ally before, so why not? And he was kind of family...
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:26 am
I.. dont know. Im not sure if I want to, or if they would have me. Wandering has suited me, and this place has been quiet enough when I have wanted a place to return to.
Not to mention my pack is out there... somewhere... likely looking for me. Not becuase they need me, Ive strayed from what they know, but for a few months they'll look until their vaulderie without me negates their need to seek my blood and our bond.
*He shrugged, an elegant gesture even when he wasnt trying to be attractive and again lifted his glass to those full lips*
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:31 am
Daegonna nodded in understanding. She'd often opted to just wander rather than find a place to stay and be lonely. Wandering made it easier to distance herself from her thoughts.
"So you don't want to go back to the others?" She asked curiously, tilting her head to one side.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:35 am
I cant. I WAS their leader and as Sabbat we were good. We did all we were meant to, but home isnt an option anymore, mother is gone, Father is dead and I have no desire to follow a creed that means nothing to me personally.
Here, the DeSeer's have established neither Camarilla nor Sabbat turf. It suits my wanderings and theres enough non humans here I dont have to pretend. I can feel if I choose to, or I can walk aloof and no one tries to kill me for it. I feed well, and no one asks questions. For now, thats just what I need.
*Seraphim answered easily, hiding nothing. The topic was clearly something he'd been thinking on much lately*
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:47 am
Daegonna nodded in understanding.
"Sometimes there's nothing to do but move on, if your family has nothing to offer you."
She tried to imagine leaving her family, and couldn't. She knew what it was to be without family, but not to leave them willingly.
She briefly considered suggesting he find a real family, but opted not to go there. After all, she was currently avoiding her own.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 11:39 am
They can offer me plenty, including a security blanket, but something tells me thats not what I need anymore, and MORE to the point... I dont have anything to offer them anymore.
Its ok. Ive been like this for months now, and on my own. Time will tell what comes next. What about you?
*Those devilish eyes focused on her properly now, as he tilted his head in query*
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 11:49 am
Daegonna nodded in understanding, and reached for her wineglass. She flinched a bit when Seraphim turned the topic of conversation to her. She considered lying, shrugging it off, or just saying nothing, but he'd been honest with her, so she figured she owed him that much.
"Well...Let's see...After that stuff with Iden being corrupted, Javos and I...killed him. I didn't want to face Roan, after I'd just torn out her son's spine, ya know? So I went back to Paris. I...got into some trouble there, and...Ice came for me." She paused. "He brought me back, and...helped me heal. He created a bond between us, made me his SoulForged. It...became a mutual addiction. Roan finally got back to normal - mostly anyway - and she came to find me, and bring me home. Shortly after, Iden and Azrael..." she broke off, fighting back tears. "They killed Ice. It hurt. A lot. I've been...I guess going through withdrawal since then." She paused, and with a bitter chuckle, added
"And of course there's the usual family drama - we're not okay unless somebody's missing, in danger, supposedly dead, or we're in the midst of battle."
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 11:52 am
Battle is comforting. It takes ALL you attention up, and the wors that can happen is you die. I understand that, at least.
With regards ot the rest... I knew you;d slipped away from me, but that ws ok, I DIDNT know you'd gotten addicted though. Dont worry - addicitons break with time. Even to people. It hurts while its happening.. Caine knows I miss my own pack... but it DOES stop eventually. You just have to be patient and stick to it.
*Sera nodded, then turned his gaze off her, leaving the option for another conversation open if she didnt wish to say more*
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 11:55 am
Cora Windsor *Excellent, it followed. That made this much easier. When Roen emerged outside into the night air, the shadow was gone, but in its place, a white haired young looking man lounged against a tree in the vicinity, eyes lit on Roen, worry on his face. As Roen came closer he stood up and inclined his head* Blessed be those of the blood... you will excuse me for being forward but... you know of the Bloody Seer. A Mr... Jaeger... is it not?*Devil. As Roen got closer, the memories and scents married up, as well as the look. Yes, this was him. What a boon... what a boon indeed... such luck!*
"Mr. Jaeger is my dog, you can call me Roen. Or Bloodbound when we're on these grounds." Raising his arms up and crossing them across his broad chest, Roen would look upon the young man with a sense of mild interest. The white hair was the first thing to grab the Devil's attention, the loss of it's pigmentation being something that always attracted Roen to people whether they be male or female. Next was the boy's youth, looking at least a decade younger than Roen himself.
Then, of course, there was his obvious respect. It wasn't every day that Roen was approached by someone with an inkling of manners and the like.
"Yes, I know the Bloody Seer." A pause; a silent questioned as it were, then he continued. "More or less." Approaching the young man and giving him yet another look over, he would continue speaking. "And you are?"
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