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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Jan 28, 2016 23:47:47 GMT
The sun set on Nagasaki, but the city was far from asleep. It seemed to come alive, in fact, as the street lamps lit the way for those brave enough to wander the streets at night. Humans, Kindred, and Creatures of the Night wandered about, mixing innocently, most ignorant that the Masquerade was the only thing keeping them safe. People seemed oblivious to the monsters that roamed just beside them.
The O'Connor Manor was no exception to this. The home glowed with warmth and within, the soft sounds of activity could be heard as servants deep-cleaned the entire property. Everybody seemed to be in good spirits as the milled about, conversation kept to a quiet murmur. They didn't want to disturb the slumbering Prince below.
It had only been half an hour since the time of safety when Cho Kido meandered in, greeting the guards posted by the doors. She had a companion at her side that she laughed with: Graham Micheals. They made their way to the bar, where all seven feet of Finn Lauden sat, his overly large medical jacket clinging to his muscular frame. He seemed to be the only one not caught up in the excitement.
"The Prince will be up shortly," he informed him, turning his face away from the other Kindred.
Cho offered him a nod of recognition but didn't otherwise greet the Malkavian as she slipped behind the bar to start making the drinks. She had one ear focused on the gossip that went around and one open to the two Kindred, the only two important people as far as she was concerned. It seemed that everybody was looking forward to the Prince's husband returning from his time with Queen Anne, the leader of the Ventrue Clan. It was a surprise, in fact, that Amy had not yet made her appearance.
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Post by Graham Micheals on Jan 29, 2016 4:16:33 GMT
Graham, wearing a very nice black suit with a blood red bow tie, took a seat at the bar when Cho walked behind it. Nodding at Fin as thanks for the, informative, announcement. Then he turned his attention back to Cho and leaned in to speak to her.
"Mind mixing me up something, love."
He would say with his ever so charming smile. It was a lady killer. He knew from... Experience.
He didn't care to look about the room, he knew who was there and none of them posed any interest to him, nor were any of them a threat. Even if someone did try something stupid. Graham's retainer would be standing behind him with her head lowered in respect. She had raven black hair and wore a dress so black her pale skin seemed to glow around it. It was very elegant, although it had to be in order for Graham to allow her to be seen with him.
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Post by Octavian O'Connor on Jan 29, 2016 5:10:41 GMT
Excitement roared through his veins as he flew down the streets of Nagasaki, the engine of the Nova roaring out like a lion through the busy city. It had been far too long since he'd left home. Far too long since he'd seen the love of his life, his world. Fear crept up and into his throat as he dropped gears ripping around a corner, the tires under him screaming in protest against the pavement. His last departure had been agony of the worst kind. He'd hurt his friend and ally Finn, all at the urging of the creature that still inhabited the darkest corners of his mind. "Rini." The word passed his lips as the cruelest of growls. Rini who had taken so much, and had destroyed so many had been stopped, by him. He'd devoured her very essence in a fury. She'd threatened everything he knew and loved, and now she was inside him, inside his mind.
He shook his head once more clearing the painful memory of Finn from his mind, instead focusing on Amy. He hoped his return would be welcome, but doubt crept into his mind once more as he continued driving. Only a few streets more and he'd be home. His real home, not the room in Queen Anne's palace. Nowhere near Christian, or any of the silent retainers. Christian, the rival he'd have to contend with for a very, very long time to come was nothing if not thoroughly infuriating. Trying to cross and hinder him every step of the way of both his Ventrue training and the control he desperately needed to handle the shade of Rini that occupied part of his mind.
With a few more quick turns, the manor was in view. Home was just a few scant meters away. Pulling up to the gate, he was immediately waved in by the guard whom he shot a grateful smile and nod. Once more he pulled up to the manor itself. O'Connor Manor. Slowly, the young Ventrue opened the door and stepped out of the car, and straightening the grey tie around his neck. "Home." He spoke quietly to himself. A quick look in the mirror to confirm that everything was absolutely perfect and he smiled again, warm and kind. He could feel the knots in his shoulders disappearing as the knot in his stomach tightened. How strange it was to feel this way returning home.
A short few steps later, the doors were being opened and the gentle neonate was walking into the manor, into his home. He scanned the room slowly as he made his way inside. Finn of course was there, as well as Cho and a couple others he'd recognize. A few newcomers here and there but no Amy. His heart dropped as his steps took him toward the giant form of Finn. "Good evening Finn." He called out as he neared the madman, soft brown eyes searching for the intense green's of the Malkavian.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Jan 29, 2016 6:05:07 GMT
Intense was an understatement. His eyes were like chiseled emeralds, cool and unforgiving. Little had changed about the lunatic since Octavian's departure: he still towered over the others around, still emanated pure madness, and still wore his pristine white lab coat. His head lifted as soon as the neonate entered, but otherwise, he refused to acknowledge his presence. The memory of pain - true, unadulterated pain - still echoed across his skin, followed closely by the goose-bumps and prickled hairs. He wasn't quite certain if he was willing to forgive Octavian O'Connor for his transgressions.
Cho, however, seemed more than willing to welcome him back. She had been in the process of mixing a strong drink tainted with the crimson life force and slid it casually towards Graham. She paused for just a moment to offer him a wink and a smile, something well known to the Toreador kind. Then, she turned her warm brown gaze towards the newcomer.
"Octavian!" she cooed in her heavy accent. Already, she was grabbing at a stemmed glass, her memory keen. Mixing him his simple drink of scotch and vitae, she smiled, showing straight pearly whites. "Welcome home!"
Even Finn had a difficult time denying the Harpy's energy and enthusiasm. Somewhere in the back of his twisted mind, he forced himself to remember that this was the man that had brought back his beloved Amy, that had defended her when all others had fallen. His lips twitched, gaze never shifting from the young Kindred's face. It took him a moment longer before, finally, he addressed the man. "Evening. Octavian." His voice was stilted and forced, but there was little aggression in his tone.
He was, after all, Amy's husband.
"She will. Be up. Shortly."
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Post by Graham Micheals on Jan 29, 2016 6:27:33 GMT
Graham accepted his drink and thanked Cho. Then he would feel the change in the room, the psycho to his left seemed to get aggressive while the ever lovely Harpy that had just served him seemed to chipper up. Then she said his name. Ah, so he is here. Picking up his drink he would turn around and raise his glass in a mock salute.
"Octavian."
He would say with a, polite, smirk on his face. Then he would take a drink and turn to his retainer.
"Oh come now, show some respect. He's finally home after such a long wait."
His words weren't impolite but they were definitely not warm by any means. But his retainer would bow in respect as she was ordered. Knowing better than to speak without being told to do so.
Graham offered Octavian another smile as he continued to sip at his drink. Savoring the flavor, and the moment.
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Post by Octavian O'Connor on Jan 29, 2016 7:06:44 GMT
Octavian offered Cho a warm smile as she greeted him, chocolate browns lighting up by magnitudes. Some of the fear he felt washed away, he wasn't ostracized, at least not by the pleasant Harpy. "It's very good to be home Cho, thank you." He returned, his voice just as warm as his smile. "It's been too long since I've had a proper drink." He joked, watching as she prepared his normal neat scotch. "I do hope everything has been going well for you." Being home was having an almost surreal effect on the young Ventrue. He'd been absolutely perfect, proper in every aspect of his life at the palace in England. Here, he could just be himself.
Turning his attention back toward Finn, he nodded. His brown eyes once again finding the Malkavian's. "Thank you Finn, again I'm sorry." When he spoke to the towering Primogen, his words carried the weight of his apology and the agony that his actions caused him was mirrored in his chocolate eyes. He'd hurt Finn, and that in and of itself was unacceptable. The madman had saved him from the agony of being without Amy. He broke a bond that Octavian himself might not have been able to handle losing, and he returned that kindness with violence caused by paranoia and the shade of darkness that still remained in his mind.
With one more respectful nod to the Malkavian Primogen, he turned toward Graham. The Toreador Primogen, someone he'd had some experience with, but without any real substance. "Good evening Graham." He offered the Toreador a handshake. "It has been quite some time since we last met. I hope everything with the Toreador clan has been going smoothly." He smiled politely. The warmth was there, freely offered toward the Toreador, but it was subdued. The warmth of a campfire instead of a summers day. "Is there something I can do for you?" He asked kindly, at last finding himself a seat on one of the bar stools.
He was home, but was it really home? Nagasaki for all intents and purposes seemed the same as it had always been. Bustling, busy, and full of life. But the manor felt off. What had happened since the nightmarish incident? What had caused everything to fall into such a subdued state? Or was it all in his own mind? Created by his own fears and Rini's terrible voice in the background. Was this her doing? Did she somehow create the circumstances, or had something else happened entirely? Octavian searched his mind for answers, meanings, but came up short. When Amy got there he'd know, she could clear it all up to him, explain what was going on. That is, if the Prince wanted to talk to him at all. Reaching for his drink, he looked down and into it, subdued and unsure. The night would tell, for better or worse.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Jan 29, 2016 7:19:34 GMT
The surrounding group seemed all too aware of the tension in the air. Cho had been awaiting this night for many moons, wondering just what would happen when the fabled neonate did, in fact, return home. And she was far from the only one. Some nights, it seemed as if the city itself were holding its breath, just waiting to see what would happen. The retainers gathered as they often did, offering each other nods as they passed. The manor workers glanced back and forth between the well-kept bar and the metal door that led down to the O'Connor private quarters. The greetings went by without a hitch and all seemed to welcome him home, but where... where was Amy? How would she respond? Only Finn seemed to know. He did not seem affected at all by the presence of the man that joined them at the bar. He did not rush him out of the home, nor did he welcome him with open arms. Neither, however, were known aspects of Finn Lauden. If he wanted Octavian dead, he probably would have just struck him down there, destroying him within the walls he claimed as home. It was the kind of irony the madman would have fallen in love with. His mistrust was evident in only one thing: his darling Dantye was not with him. Before Graham could respond to the neonate's question, an unnatural cold settled upon the room. The chill was intense, as if the air conditioner had suddenly been set far too low, and even Cho gave a little quiver at the sensation. Once more, it was only Finn who seemed unaffected. The metal door opened without a noise, one of the well-known Manor guards stepping up from the dark depths. He cleared the doorway, and as he did, those within the main room responded. Cho ducked her head and retainers backed away to allow room for whatever may happen. Finn stood from his bar stool, taking once last swig of whatever poison he had chosen that night, before turning to face the door. He bowed at the waist, an impressive feat for the giant, and remained in that position until she finally arrived. Amy O'Connor slipped into the room without a noise. In fact, had it not been for the chill, her entrance may have gone completely unnoticed. Suddenly, she was there, face painted to Victorian perfection and dress falling in waves from her slender body. Eyes ice-like in their lack of color swept across the room, seeking... searching... as they had done for so many lonely nights. When she saw him, her entire body seemed to relax. Perfected posture was, for but a moment, destroyed, shoulders slumping in relief. He was there. He was home. She felt as if she could cry frozen tears, but nothing escaped her. That... would be inappropriate. Raising her arms, hidden as they always were beneath the silk of gloves, she fought the urge to run to him. Her face broke out in a smile, features softening, and all others were forgotten as she approached her husband. If her dead heart could beat.... "Octavian." |
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Post by Graham Micheals on Jan 29, 2016 7:27:42 GMT
As Graham was about to offer his reply everything went cold and silent. The sensation all too familiar to him. The Prince was here. Graham would set his unfinished drink on the bar before standing and bowing to the Prince as she entered. His retainer would lower herself down onto her knees bowing as well making sure to keep her eyes on the ground at all times.
Graham himself was showing as much respect as he could muster. He didn't want to lose any standing in her eyes. Silently he waited and listened to the happily reunited couple. He was sure that the night was not yet over, and he was curious as to what might happen next...
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Post by Octavian O'Connor on Jan 29, 2016 8:29:07 GMT
The chill that swept into the room could have frozen almost anyone to the bone. Uncomfortable by even kindred standards, Octavian was unaffected. How many nights had he spent wrapped in her frigid embrace, his summertime warmth thawing the chill that had crept around his beloved's heart? His movements were perfectly fluid, graceful in their own way. He stood from his bar stool, clearing the few feet between them almost instantly. Screw ceremony. His arms wrapped around her lifting her off the wood floor. He could feel her chill, feel the ever present cold and naturally he battled it. His warmth engulfed her, as his arms had. "Amy, Amy, Amy, Amy." He whispered over and over, his face buried in her neck. How long had he dreamed of this night? How many nightmarish mornings did he rise to a lavish room in a lavish palace wishing only to be in the presence of his love?
He took a moment still holding here there in his arms before setting her down gently, though not at all letting her go. "How are you? I missed you. How's Nagasaki? How are Rumor and David? How is Finn? Is he okay? How is Jude? Have you seen him? How are the newcomers doing?"Octavian paused, realizing just how quickly he was asking questions. Questions that of course could wait. But he was home, and she didn't hate him. His excitement was so obviously pure and thick that it was almost material. "God you look beautiful." He smiled again, chocolate eyes almost burning with happiness and warmth as he stared into her icy blues. All the worry and concern during the flight and the drive and the few minutes he'd been there had vanished with her entrance.
"I've missed you." He said quietly taking a polite step back. He took a moment then, just looking at her. Her dress and makeup as always were immaculate. The perfect Ventrue ideal in physical form. He'd spoken with the Queen at length about many things, Amy included. But why anyone would think poorly of the frigid Prince was beyond him. Everything she'd ever done to his knowledge had been by the laws, by the books, and in perfect Ventrue etiquette. They were all fools who didn't see and couldn't understand anything beyond their own twisted and stunted perspective. "You're perfect." He complimented, and she was, in every conceivable way. Not a hair or action was out of place. The young neonate was absolutely glowing around his beloved, forgotten were his troubles and the people around them. The only one in the world that mattered at that moment was Amy.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Jan 29, 2016 14:41:03 GMT
Her eyes were focused carefully, as they often were, as he rushed forward. She showed no fear, no intimidation, no concern. It was Octavian, no matter what else might be within his head. She had no doubts as his arms wrapped around her, and her own fell around his shoulders. She made a little noise of surprise as he lifted her from the ground, something so completely outside of her realm of understanding that she couldn't respond for a second. His warmth sunk into her entire body as he spun her, and despite all of her proper training, she tightened her arms around him, cradling her tiny frost against his summer warmth. Her name, spoken over and over again: Amy. Her gloved fingers tightly grasped the fabric of his blazer, her face tucking into the little crook between his neck and shoulder.
She inhaled his scent, as familiar to her as her own. He had been gone for so long but he still smelled the same. There was so little about him that had changed, in fact. Any uncertainty that she might have felt melted away in the presence of his warmth.
By the time he set her back down, Amy was laughing. It was a quiet sound, as it had always been, but her authority demanded the attention of all within the room. Her feet touched the ground and her hands rose, brushing along the skin of his cheeks and up, into his chestnut hair. He was rambling on, asking all about their city, but she didn't mind. She just needed a moment to touch him, to assure herself that all was well between them. He missed her... She melted into his arms, gaze searching his and trying, once more, to memorize every single aspect of him.
"You," she said in return, "are perfection, my dear."
Proper or not, she raised her frozen lips to his, fingers still resting within the tendrils of his sculpted hair. She was ruining that outward perfection she had just commented on but had no care. She needed to kiss him, to feel the sensation of him kissing her. The rest of the world could wait. Or burn. She had little attention for anything that was not Octavian O'Connor, in that moment. The intimacy of the moment nearly hurt with its utter intensity.
Finn had straightened just as Octavian left the bar and his fists had clenched as he had rushed their Prince. Despite everything, there was a moment of possessiveness and aggression that flashed through the seven foot body of the Primogen. His emerald eyes flashed as he contemplated whether or not to crack the tiny man's skull open against the perfectly cleaned floors. Still, the noises Amy made were all positive, and she welcomed him home as if none of them were in the room. The madman meshed his teeth together and turned back to the bar, sitting on one of the stools.
The Harpy was still frozen, watching the interaction. There were no doubts that she was storing every aspect of the situation within herself. It took a soft clearing of the throat from Finn to recapture her attention, and brown eyes met green in something that could almost be called hostile. Cho recognized that she had no authority over the lunatic, however, and her gaze was the first to fall away. He tapped the bar just beside his drink and, with a final gaze up towards the couple, she flitted about to refill whatever glasses were empty.
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Post by Graham Micheals on Jan 29, 2016 18:26:53 GMT
Graham picked himself back up as Octavian moved. It was an interesting sight to behold. Matter of fact, try as he might recall, there was no such memory in his head of a time when the Prince didn't immediately dispose of someone that had failed. With the blood lust seemingly emanating from the large loony beside him, Graham assumed that he too was... upset with their encounter. To say the least. With his drink refilled, Graham would pick up and take a sip. Continuing to watch the exchange. How queer... The Prince must really like this one. But he chuckled to himself, he wasn't loud but he wasn't trying to cover it up either. Wonder how long this one will last before he too becomes a little... light headed.
With a smile he would just stare at the couple. Letting his imagination get away for a moment. He personally didn't have anything against Octavian but at the same time, he just liked when the undeserving got what was truly coming to them.
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Post by Octavian O'Connor on Jan 31, 2016 3:31:31 GMT
Octavian slowly broke away from the kiss, still wrapping himself and his summery warmth around the frigid Prince of Nagasaki. "It's so good to be home." He spoke as if no one else were in the manor, and for him in that moment. It was just the two of them, back together and home. "What's happened in my absence?" He asked, running his delicate fingers through her fine, silvery hair. "And why does Nagasaki seem so..." His brown eyes turned down as if he were sifting through a library of information inside of his own mind. "Wrong?" He finished. It's not that the city was physically any different. The streets were the same, as were almost all of the shops he'd passed by, even the residence he recognized were the same, and yet something about the city itself was wrong.
His brown eyes shot back up to her icy blues, the warmth they carried more pronounced than ever, but with them came something new. An intensity that had never been there previously. An absolute confidence in his skills, his judgements, and even more so in himself. "How is Finn?" He asked after a very brief pause. "And more importantly, how are you?" His voice filled with nothing but care and concern. What could have happened to the city he called home in his absence? Amy, of course had taken care of it, but something about it was wrong. Or was this another little tentacle of Rini's forming in the back of his mind? He'd sort that out later when he had the time and had caught up with Amy and the others. For now, he was home and he was going to celebrate that fact.
"Oh! I almost forgot." He removed one arm from around Amy and reached into the pocket of his blazer pulling out a small platinum bracelet. The bracelet itself was a simple set of wide links, but the bracelet itself wasn't the gift. Attached to two of the many links that circled the bracelet were a pair of charms. One was a tiny emerald sea turtle, he'd had specially crafted to match the cheap aluminum and silver charms at the Boston Aquarium. The other was something a bit more personal, a small rectangle of brown squares with a tiny red droplet outlined in the center. "This is for you by the way, I know it's not much, but I didn't want you to think that I'd ever stopped thinking about you." He offered out the charm bracelet carefully, leaving it completely up to her if she'd take it or not.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Jan 31, 2016 4:11:08 GMT
Wrong. Nagasaki felt wrong. The thought of her precious city being "wrong," especially to her beloved husband, made her feel sick to her stomach. He had been gone since the first attack, when the Eastern monsters had begun their rebellion. He had no clue what had transpired in his absence, and in that moment, staring into the soft brown of his eyes, she wasn't sure if she could tell him. How did you break news like that to somebody? She swallowed back her uncertainty, remaining silent until, almost immediately, he slipped into a different train of thought. One that was far more familiar, comfortable, to her. She could talk about how she was - battle ready, calm, and fully healed - and even how Finn was - angry, hurt, aggressive, and just as battle ready - far easier than she could tell him why everything was so tense. She took a deep, unnecessary breath, and offered him a soft sort of smile.
"I'm well," she said honestly, her voice quiet in hopes that it might not travel to the others at the bar. They had gone back to their lives as if nothing was happening, and she was grateful for that moment of privacy. She reached up to brush her gloved fingers across his cheek, caressing the bone ever so carefully, as if maybe she could break him. Confident and renewed, perhaps, but she knew very well what she could do to him. To anyone, really. It wasn't as if Amy had a pristine past.
When he pulled back to grab the bracelet, she took a moment to relax her mask, concern making her brows furrow. She was feeling so... insecure, after that comment. Wrong. That single word rang over and over again through her mind. The Prince had so much to tell him. However, it could wait: he had just produced a small, beautiful bracelet, made with such craftsmanship, it demanded her immediate attention. Her gaze dropped to follow along the lines of the charms, and her hand moved to gingerly caress them. They were both so delicate, so wonderfully delicate... "Octavian," she whispered breathlessly. "It's beautiful." She offered her wrist for him to clasp the bracelet around and her face, despite everything, broke out into a smile. He had thought of her while he was away... She moved to press an icy kiss upon his cheek. "You were always on my mind, my love," she told him softly.
Before their moment could continue, however, a deep voice rumbled through the room. "Prince," Finn said, his voice just shy of a demand. "We have matters to attend to, and the night is passing us by. The Gangrel Primogen approaches."
It was only a second later that the doors opened, Mizuki standing just on the other side of it, his head lifted proudly despite his crippled leg. He came as he always did: suddenly, and without warning. He looked to the Prince, still wrapped in the arms of her lover, and she gave a nod of permission. He entered the Elysium with Felix close on his heels, standing just a step behind to catch the aging monster should he fall.
"Prince," he greeted in a voice more growl than human. "Octavian. Welcome home." His face split into an old, tired sort of smile, teeth all pointed into shark-like fangs. The door slammed behind him. "Am I late?"
Amy gave a shake of her head, reluctant to leave her husband. However, Finn was right. She was quick to place another kiss upon his cheek. "No. You're just on time, as always, Mizuki-san." Untangling herself from him felt like hell, a burn flashing across her skin. She immediately missed the closeness, the intimacy. "Please, come in. Cho can get you something to drink." The Prince glided across the floor, her fingers catching her husband's hand in hopes that he would follow her. "We have much to discuss."
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Post by Graham Micheals on Jan 31, 2016 16:20:42 GMT
Graham was was careful to not listen in... too much. Choosing to pay attention to his drink as well as the woman that was serving it. He was in the middle of admiring the woman's... features... when his ears perked up. Something about forgetfulness?
Turning his head he would see Octavian hand the Prince a bracelet with charms. Interesting... but even more interesting than the gift itself was the Prince's reaction to the gift. What did this mean? What meaning did those charms hold? He pondered to himself. He was just dying to know...
Before he could get any answers, though, the insane giant stood and announced another's approach. Graham's smile turned into a sneer when he heard the name, and then the voice, of the new arrival. Though as he turned to face the new comer his smile was back up and in place.
"Why Mizuki, my old friend, its been so long. When was the last time we saw each other?"
Graham chuckled. He didn't mean a word he said, and he knew Mizuki would know that as well. But appearances had to be kept right? Graham was not going to be the one to break this enticing game they had always played. The Prince had long known of Graham's and Mizuki's dislike for each other but that didn't stop her from keeping either one out of her court. So best to not give her a reason to pick one of the other.
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Post by Octavian O'Connor on Feb 1, 2016 0:45:40 GMT
The smile that lit up his young Ventrue face held such excitement, such love, and so much of his warm humanity that anyone else watching would be hard pressed to call him a kindred. "I'm glad you like it Amy." His words were gentle and soft and filled with relief, again he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, taking her in. Both her scent and her chill. He needed it. Needed that familiarity and confirmation. "So very glad." He repeated as he pulled himself back slowly. Though he stood far more relaxed than he had when he entered the Manor only minutes before, something still felt off, wrong and he skill couldn't place it. ~What is going on here?~ He thought to himself as Finn's voice echoed through the room, cutting off all of the other conversations.
Finn's announcement and the man standing in the now open doors to the Manor brought more warmth into his mood, and it read clearly across his very human features. "Mazuki my friend!" He greeted the Gangrel Primogen with more than a passing familiarity. "And Felix, good evening." He greeted the younger Gangrel with the same friendly and truly kind voice. It had been only a short time, at least for Octavian since they'd all been fighting together in the frosty cold. And it had been a fiery member of their clan that had to sacrifice herself for them to defeat the Setite Methusela. His heart ached, and he made a mental promise to visit the memorial sometime in the next few nights. He wondered how long it had been since anyone had visited.
His momentary thoughtfulness was broken with Amy's fingers and he followed her with the ease and grace his clan was so known for, moving along with her as if the very motions had been rehearsed a thousand times before. The entire mood of the group seemed to be far more serious. Something was going down, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was just that that was causing his city to feel so off. Soon would he have the answers he was seeking or far more questions?
~~Quite a few powerful Kindred aren't there pretty boy? You don't think there here just for the drink and atmosphere do you? Of course not, you're smarter than that. They're here to see you, and you know why don't you? You think you're forgiven. HA! Just as childish and trusting as you were when you murdered me aren't you pretty boy? Maybe we'll get to see Finn tear your heart out of your chest, just like you did mine. Hahahaha!~~
Octavian's demeanor darkened considerably with her words echoing in his mind. He knew they were her's now, knew exactly how to separate the words when they were so clearly not his own. That knowledge didn't soften the blow of her words, nor their possible truth. His steps became a little more stiff, his stance considerably more uncomfortable. How was he ever going to be able to fix anything with Finn or Amy if she could turn his mood, and feelings so easily? The neonate just mentally shook his head. He'd figure it out. He had too, not only for himself but for Amy and his city. And strangely enough, for Finn.
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