𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐬;

[mobezon]

WHO: louis & co.
WHAT: catch all for post event, ect.
WHERE: horizon. solvunn. nocwich.
WHEN: april showers & may flowers.
WARNINGS: ptsd aspects might arise and any canon usual warnings will be tagged.

 

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𝐞𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐝. 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐭.

[mobezon]

{ there had been a hesitation for louis when he first decided to wander. he’d gone to istredd’s domain, and after doing so he’s decided he has to understand what happened to the rest he didn’t get an opportunity to reunite with. they had fleeting moments, but something about the pit had settled within him and made a space he isn’t sure is going to leave him anytime soon. to a vampire, it’ll be a long time before the memory will fade. the slight yearning leads him away from his own piece of the horizon, to follow a sudden compelling notion to seek.

what he finds is a meadow, unlike one he’s ever seen in his lifetime. the fragrant flowers hit his senses right away. what catches his attention is the tree. it’s a singular tree and it reminds him of the one he had back home in dubai. his had been illuminated by artificial light, and he’d had a bench set out for him to sit and stare at it. there’s something different about the openness of the meadow. he decides to sit, and wait. for what, he's not sure. he’s never seen such a sight.

what he knows is that the night follows him. he’s not ready to see the sun, and in this corner there’s no sunlight. he likes it enough to take a break before he continues searching. }

[politicians]

[ here, the night is welcome. the elves love starlight best after all and this realm's sky is wreathed with stars, with the evening star being the brightest of them all. it is, after all, the star his father carries across the night sky. even if this realm is his own creation, elrond likes to believe his father can still see him, wherever he might be.

elrond drifts into the meadow from seemingly nowhere, a serene smile upon his face. ]

Welcome. I see you located my favourite tree.

[mobezon]

{ his eyesight drifts form the tree to the sky, suddenly seeing a cluster of stars have manifested. louis has only just begun to understand the horizon or what it has to offer. it gives him what he’s lost and he’s less inclined to question it further. he should, if wisdom dictates.

soon as he hears the familiar voice, but this time less in despair, he beams. it’s a relief to see elrond since they were separated after the pit. he’d briefly wonder in nocwich if he made it. now he’s here. }

Elrond. Glad to see you are looking fresh. What about it makes it your favorite?

[politicians]

The fact that I planted it myself, a few centuries ago.

[ he rests his hand upon the bark with a grin. the wind rustles through the field, sweet-smelling. such was the harmony of nature between elves and the trees. ]

[mobezon]

It’s a beautiful tree. It hadn’t occurred to me that a tree is the best measure of our immortal lives. How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?

{ the twitch of his muscles cause a grin, one he is unable to hold back on. idle conversation in the midst of a peaceful meadow might be what is needed after what they experienced. he’s always liked the sound of rustled leaves. nature’s chimes. }

[politicians]

[ elrond blinks as he considers the nature of the question. ]

I suppose a thousand years and more? We do not keep strict recollection of our time.

[mobezon]

You’ve surpassed the elder vampires I know in my world. I’m merely 144. Sometimes it seems longer with what I’ve lived.

{ the notion of a thousand years does make louis pause as if to catch up to the possibility. he isn’t sure if he’ll make it that far, but his expression stays effortlessly calm. }

The throws of immortality. And yet you remain with your goodness, I can’t help but notice.

[politicians]

[ his brow furrows for a moment. ]

I do not know if I am as good as you claim. I merely do my best through my actions and words. But surely, the passage of time has little to do with it?

[mobezon]

Better than my own. I’ve seen too much in my lifetime to give the benefit. Your belief is unlike what I’ve encountered. Peace isn’t meant for people like me.

{ his pensive gaze says he might consider challenging it in abraxas. }

[politicians]

[ that came off quite strong and he seems a bit startled by it. something about the tone reminds him a little of galadriel. you have not seen what I have seen. and it is easy to lean on such things — the memories, the pain, the lingering.

but elrond has seen his share too. burning shores, empty caves. forgotten family. ]

Even the most meagre of beliefs can change the course of history. I believe you can change yours.

[mobezon]

{ there's irony to his sharp tone when he speaks, one that has soften. }

That means a lot. It's the first time I might think it possible.

{ even with the blood on his hands, the hurt he's caused. it could be the experience they've had endured together. in the darkness, they were all equals. there was a point when he truly believed that with his maker. maybe it's about time he tried again. it's all sort of twisted, honestly. there's quietude in his silence as glances up to the starlit sky. }

[politicians]

[ elrond smiles, boyishly pleased. ]

Belief is a good place to start, at least.

[mobezon]

{ there's a pause as he touches the bark of the tree. to think such simplicity can be reached, and with it he finally asks. }

It is. How have you been fairing with everything post?

[politicians]

Well enough. As one can.

[ homesick, desperately so. which is strange, when you never had a real home. elrond's roots are ethereal, legend. but they are not in stone or tree. ]

Even the long-lived must take the day as it comes.

[mobezon]

Right. I've only been here a few months and I've begun to wonder if I'll be sent home at anytime. Can't tell if it'll be a lasting sentiment. I don't think I asked. How long have you been here?

{ the thought of going back home is a complicated one, or at least to where he left. the change had been needed for louis, even if it's still evolving. }

[politicians]

[ elrond takes a moment to calculate it. ]

Only a few months. Not enough for a full year. And certainly not long enough to leave a strong impression.

[mobezon]

I considered it, making an impression. I put myself up for a nomination as a representative of Solvunn.

{ boldly, since he’s new. it’s also an indication he is accepting his circumstances. he begins to fiddle with the blades of grass near his leg. }

Back home I wasn’t much for holding office. My existence was political in itself, and my means of trying to protect my people were less than desirable. I want to do something now that I am offered an opportunity, in a better way.

[politicians]

[ elrond brightens. ]

I did the same for Thorne. Perhaps fortune will favor us both.

[ though he wonders. ]

What do you mean by a political existence?

[mobezon]

You do seem like you have more experience than me.

{ he considers he'd made a good decision there. louis sucks in some air over the following. }

In the time I was born, I was considered a taint for the color of my skin. I am black, but I am also creole. It means even if I have mixed blood, I'd always be seen as one over the other. I had to be careful with any public opinion when we were segregated by what was in our ancestral blood. The law hadn't been on my side those days, and any act could be seen as a rebellion against. I quickly learned I had to be careful.

[politicians]

[ ah. for a moment, elrond seems a little taken aback. because it feels startlingly familiar. he hesitates for a moment before responding. ]

Having mixed blood can be quite the burden. But also an accomplishment, to exist in the world.

[mobezon]

{ once again louis finds the silence. this time he recognizes it for what it is. a reflection. instead of looking away from it, he keeps his gaze on elrond. }

I've only ever heard another mixed man speak it like that.

{ the boldness in his statement isn't meant to pry. }

I still needed to hear it after all this time. To exist.

[politicians]

[ elrond folds his arms together for a moment. it's not a secret. not to any elf. but it is less known among the people here. and that is very deliberate on elrond's part. it seemed easier to play the politics of an elf. ]

That does not surprise me. Comfort can be scant when you seek to understand your own identity.

[ a brief pause as he looks back at louis. ]

Your instincts do you well. I am Peredhel. A union between elf and men.

[mobezon]

Do you feel acceptance from either side?

{ his gaze is unwavering. he knows it's an even bolder question to ask. all that's prominent is that elrond can't hide his ears and features as much as louis can with his. both his human life and vampire one have a commonality where he feels at odds.

who is the elf behind the politics weighs on him under the starlit sky. louis finds he wants to chip away and find out even if it might take time. }

[politicians]

[ ah. that is the question and elrond levels a long look at louis for a moment before he answers. ]

I am an elf. But the history — my lineage — is fraught.

[mobezon]

Seems like you have much to be proud of, despite the fraught.

{ maybe it's wishful thinking on his behalf, or that his gloom lends to the occasional hope underneath it all. }

Now here we are. An elf and a vampire.