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{ ever since he returned to solvunn all he can bother with is to retreat to his coffin and try and build a routine. it’s the needed distractions from the static that had been heavy. he decided to take a “morning” walk, or evening for folks around as soon as the sun set. he’d woken up earlier than usual, still trying to figure out his routine. he hears it before it becomes apparent. there are hooves picking up an aggressive pace upon the ground, thundering in the distance as they run. louis turns to see there’s a goat hurling in his direction.

if he didn't know better, the goat was aiming for him. odd.

it’s getting closer, and all louis does is stare at it. the goat makes eye contact with him, fully intending on him being the one to move aside. it’s been quite a week back, which means he’s still adapting to any changes since the month he was gone if there were any. what is it going to be now? before he knows it the goat has gotten closer, ready to ram against his leg. his decision is quick, one made from the tiredness of having to deal with too much as of late. who can blame him if he did it out of connivence. he wills the goat to aim its frustration somewhere else with the light gleam of his mind forcing the goat to buck around him, just missing the fabric of his pants.

he turns back to the path he intended to take to finally note there are more goats gathering. dozens. they have nearly taken over the side of the area he’s walking through. }

Huh, { comes a short response, trying to comprehend why there are goats everywhere. }

{ 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. }

Edited 2023-04-14 09:57 (UTC)

{ louis has been spending a fair amount in the horizon. after the weeks it took to readjust from the nauseousness after his first visit, he had begun to want to go back to it. the small doses he gathered when he was in the pit and the mountains had not been enough. it had become an itch, to try and go back over and over until more of what he had once known became fuller. it wasn't exactly a fabrication, but it was close enough for him to want to find solace in it. what he’s searching for, he’s not exactly sure. all he knows is that it’s become a little bit of an addiction.

he’s returned once again. louis is thankful he has his coffin to be able to access the horizon at his pace. with the small library he’s made for himself, he takes one of the books off the shelf and aims to read it. he’s learned he can only manifest what he’s read before, and thankfully he’s read thousands in his lifetime. the gift of a sharp mind allows him to know each of the words, to try and bring it all back. without fail, he’s manifested a few of his favorites. then he senses it. someone is nearby.

he leaves the book on the table of the courtyard and makes his way outside his domain, to what he considers the outskirts. he sees a woman by a streetlamp, the flicker of the light making her seem otherworldly. it could also be that louis has purposely set his domain to night mode. he decides to approach her, considering no one has wandered to his side just yet. is she exploring? }

Ma’am. Are you searching for a particular domain? I might not be of use, since I barely know any.

{ louis' domain has different aspects of a varying degree of eras all settled into a package. unless someone lived through the decades he did, they wouldn't know exactly what aspects they might be. the higher up, the more it's less welcoming and eventually the top third level will unfold a part of the penthouse he had in dubai. louis has remained to the ground level where the courtyard lays. all of it can be settled into a vintage standpoint. that is assuming people are of earth, but it may not be the case.

the outside of his domain is simple. it's a modest green bench overlooking across to the neighboring domains. it's lengthy, able to fit three people. there are trees around him and some street lamps. the doors are currently locked behind him, but he isn't paying mind. his domain is a corner filled with a night sky. louis holds a book in his hands, and tucked at the last page is a letter that he had received.

the gala has gone by. he has sent his response, and yet he remains holding the original letter as real as the one tucked under his coffin. it's a useful bookmark currently. it could be a distracting thought, or perhaps istredd had been right and anything can be thought if he believed. however, did he want to slide his finger in turning the page to let the paper cut his finger? it's a human aspect, he supposes. a singular droplet of blood falls onto the page, covering some words and darkening the page. he proceeds to run it down the page by pressing into it, smearing further to cease the blood. }

Goddamn.

Edited 2023-05-04 09:07 (UTC)

{ returning to nocwich in may is unlike the last time he'd been forced to recover within it. he nearly avoided it, but he decided he might as well get to know what it has to offer. louis has his other reasons, but he won't look for them at the moment. instead, he takes to exploring one day, mostly seeing what the marketplace has to offer.

at least, that had been his intent. then he just sat at the bench jack had showed him the last time he'd been there. louis and a bench is a duo that won't ever wither if he has a say. sadly, there's no book in his hand, but he can see the carefully placed trees and nature around them. he had noted the woods he was warned not to go too deeply into. considering the woods in solvunn, he's alright exploring other aspects. all he's left to do is people watch.

he could do it for hours, but at some point he should do something else. when he does catch sight of a flash of red, it's not difficult to spot. louis is of average height, standing at 5'9. it's easier to spot taller people, and if he remembers, sylvain is certainly tall.

he recalls the survival they had to endure, which seems a long time ago when it had only been a little over a month. he makes his decision before his mind catches up and with careful ease, he approaches the younger man when he sees him wandering along the marketplace. he isn't sure if he's with anyone, but if he is, he can at least greet him. he's careful not to sneak up on him since he can have far too quiet steps, and as he slides up next to sylvian, he speaks. people around them are excitable in their conversations. }

You look healthy.

{ he probably could have worded it less oddly, but it is what it is. }

Edited 2023-05-04 10:13 (UTC)

𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐬;

𝐞𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐝. 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐭.

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