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Post by llamallamallama on Oct 31, 2009 2:23:19 GMT -5
 Pale, long fingers trailed across the wrought iron bars of a once glorious gate, and beneath the touch of that feathery caress, the metal seemed to shiver within its coating of rust. Gothic architecture. A wondrous invention of the French back in the old cathedral days.
Lucian smiled and tilted his head back, letting deep burgundy eyes take in their fill of the abandoned manor house that so dominated this particular hill. All around him stood patches of woods and unkempt grounds. He was far from his usual domain at the heart of the city, but despite the lack of the commuting crowds, he didn’t mind the quiet. It was a strange but not altogether unpleasant change from the heavy bass that seemed to be the pulse of nightclubs, and while he was looking forward to returning to the masses of the inner city, the suburbs provided an opportunity for him to waste time in a location free of earthly pollutants.
Besides, the creepy architecture of the ancient mansion was to his taste.
The incubus smiled, flashing a dazzling smile toward no one in particular. If he had the money and the incentive to stay put, perhaps he’d even buy the place and fix it up. What a joke.
He had no more intention of staying put than he had of joining a monastery. Smirking characteristically, Lucian turned and leaned his back against the black metal bars, hunching slightly against the late autumn wind. In the shelter of a cupped hand, a lighter flame flickered into existence and gave life to a cigarette. Then, the tall man straightened to peer with disinterest down the expanse of the hill to the winding side road where he’d left his car, a bright red Toyota that was more or less in working condition.
Half of an amused smirk lingered over his lips. If he had more money, he’d get a better ride.
Ha.
All his cash had gone into Jack Daniels and Marlboro Lights.
The car worked fine.
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Post by Florii on Oct 31, 2009 11:21:05 GMT -5
 Andromeda walked slowly around the perimeter of the old mansion house. It was so deserted, so sad. She felt at home in its dusty, shadowy foyers and halls. She'd made this her home after the death of her caretaker, becoming a haunting presence of the mansion, slipping in and out of visibility if anyone else should enter.
Her footfalls were soft, almost inaudible. White hair fell from its clip slowly as a wind blew, but she didn't bother to correct put it back up. Why did she care? It wasn't bothering her yet. The young girl sighed heavily and finally stopped her patrolling and sat softly in the overgrown grass. Andromeda pulled at the blades of grass pensively, turning them over in her hands, twisting them into knots. This lost appeal very shortly though, and she gave up.
Footsteps broke the dead silence of the mansion and Andromeda jumped to her feet, suddenly fading out of complete visibility, becoming partially transparent. Cautiously, she approached the noise to see a man. Her face hardened as she looked at him inspecting the mansion. H looked almost as if he wanted to take it for himself.
Andromeda drifted a few inches above the ground, her outline shimmering with a ethereal glow. Maybe a few ghost sightings would ensure that he didn't buy her dwelling. She drifted towards his car, what he was currently looking at, moving through it, feeling the familiar odd sensation of moving through solid objects. Her gaze turned to the man, piercing him with their stormy grey depths.
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Post by ♫ sheeptail on Oct 31, 2009 11:38:43 GMT -5
 Sitting composedly on the windowsill as if she was a part of the architecture herself, the dove peered down at the expanse of woods and rolling green lawn. It was unusual to not hear the honk of cars and evade the bullying pigeons that didn’t like another bird on their turf. However, the peace was a bit boring, and to someone with as brisk a pace as hers, it made her restless. She’d expected to find something more interesting when she came to the rumored mansion than the sound of birds and the sight of an abandoned old building. She wasn’t the type for sightseeing.
Fenih opened up her banded wings and fluttered to a pillar of the mansion, perching and looking down again with a soft chirp. What she had thought to be an empty space was a shimmering outline of some slender form. Her heart beat more rapidly, an insane pace for a bird’s even, but she didn’t startle and fly away just yet. There was an explanation for everything, and a ghost might just be a new type of vampire ability or something along those lines. Fear turned to excitement.
Had her face been human, it would be composed but smirking. Her eyes wandered from the glimmer ahead to another shape, a lot more physical and masculine. She tipped her head to one side and flew closer to land on the walls of the gate. The man had burgundy eyes, a deep and sinister color that wasn’t heard of in mortal humans.
She resumed her part, a simple dove ruffling its feathers innocently, though their attention might be drawn to the bloody feathers of her breast. They’d probably seen weirder, however; they were themselves a lot weirder.
Two for one. Maybe this place wasn’t so boring after all.
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Post by llamallamallama on Oct 31, 2009 16:05:09 GMT -5
It wasn’t that Lucian didn’t see the ghostly apparition. He did. He simply chose to not panic and freak out like so many other people would. Hey, he was a demon for god’s sake. An incubus to be specific, and in his—er—lifetime, he’d seen some pretty creepy things. This didn’t measure up. In fact, the girl wasn’t even a phantom. There was too much energy radiating from her core, and he knew better than anyone that it was not true spectral energy. She was very much alive, and she wasn’t feeling that great about his loitering against the iron gates of the mansion.
Somebody has sand in her vagina.
She was approaching now, and as she passed herself through his car, she turned and caught his eye, probably aiming for that chilling effect the mortals were so intent on putting into their movies and television series. Lucian smirked and inclined his head in greeting, dark red eyes glinting in the pre-dusk light. He watched her with mild curiosity until fluttering wings caught his attention, and the pale man turned his head to glance at a single dove that had settled above and nearby, his eyes lingering for a moment on the strange patch of crimson over the bird’s breast.
Bird? Really now. He’d never met a dove with such an affinity for complex thought patterns before. Of course, he couldn’t actually see what the avian observer was thinking, but that was precisely the problem. Normal birds were much easier to read. This one was channeling too much energy—intelligent energy. There was a brain yet in that birdy little skull. Lucian turned away, pointedly ignoring the animal as he focused his attention on the spectral girl again. ”You seem to be quite familiar with these grounds.”An assumption of her residence without giving off vibes of obsessive nosiness. Yeah, he knew how to play it. [/blockquote][/justify][/size][/color] |
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Post by Florii on Oct 31, 2009 19:20:04 GMT -5
Andromeda stopped abruptly and stared at the man, her grey eyes narrowed. ”You seem to be quite familiar with these grounds.” There was a question laced in his words. "I am," she responded in a voice that barely carried in the strong wind. She drifted nearer to him, scrutinizing this strange man who had barged upon her land.
"You're not human," she observed, in the same airy, soft voice. She wasn't asking, she knew. She'd seen plenty of inhumans in her life to know one when she looked close enough. He was a demon of some sort. She scrutinized him closely. "An incubus?" she whispered questioningly. He must be having quite a feast right now, she thought with a twisted smirk, If they really do feed off misery.
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