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Who: louis & michael.
When: october (4th going into 5th).
Where: solvunn.
What: a mostly unhinged moment ensues. he also forgets his birthday has just passed and gone.
Warnings: suicide idealizations, unhealthy diet habits, violence, dark vampy things.
{ the moon is shining brighter, to the point that there lays a reddish tint to its glow. it could be the glare of where heโs turned into. louis finds heโs going further, with an intent to see how far the borders go. he wants to see if he can get out. he is wearing the sun ring istredd gave him. thereโs no particular desire, and now heโs past the settlement lines. his speed takes him far into the tertiary settlement where the beasts had started to attack. heโs then off, past the wild trees and into the outskirts of what has become less of a territory locals go into. there might be some, but right now he canโt hear a heartbeat, all he wants to do is keep running.
what would happen if he went far enough?
it's a blur when it happens. louis is filled with an overflowing sense of emotions, of which he has held tightly to his chest and tucked neatly into a compartment that is all too fragile when taken into account. night by night he has roamed, and each time he questions what his purpose in solvunn has become if not him trying to pass the flow of time. it reminds him of dubai.
death bores me, he confessed to daniel during a break from the interview. he had begun to reach that stage. did he spare the pookas out of his true good intention? he has to question if it was another mask or if he has in his grasp his last shards of his once humanity. he hadn't realized how far he'd gone until he hears thoughts. a gang of exiled members. pirates, to be exact. they had recently looted a family and now they walk, boasting with a laughter lacking remorse.
louis pauses, listening in on their chatter. it's him and them and an open field among a thick array of trees in-between. it is then that he notes he hasn't fed properly as of late and the hunger is catching up to his throat. he finds the rage is in him, fury at the speed of his feet when he runs into the group. the pirates see him and they have mere seconds before louis acts without a single forethought. it's a split decision.
they fight him, using their weapons to try and harm him, but each slash to his body is healed anew, and his fangs cause enough damage to end up with eventual slit throats. the start of mangled bodies fall to the ground to try and escape. he has one grasping his hands as he holds him up, the rush of the memories fresh. this pirate did worse, he harmed the family to a taunt - a brother and sister, took them by their bodies and knocked them fresh. he left the boy with broken bones and threatened to steal the sister for their own entertainment. they were terrorized, their home left in disarray.
he's felt it before. he wants to feel again. the righteous rage.
louis bites down into the flesh of the man's neck, having seen enough from his mind, and he drinks with a vigor of a vampire who had starved slowly for weeks. he drains the blood from him until there's a gasp of his last breath and a memory of someone grasping to the end of their life. it's a villa and a wife long left behind. thievery was chosen over a quiet life. the pirate dies instantly. once he feels the body grow limp he detaches. the blood is on his chin, and the hunger is seeking to be further sedated. he hears the others scramble to try and run away, but he is quicker.
he hunts them, one by one, and each time he drains them until the last of their thoughts are left with an echo of a mercy, one that he grants them with the mock of his own. a mercy killing is what he's giving them. one body is left in the field, spiked down with their own weapon, laid open upon the growing grass with a sword impaled into their chest. an open wounded heart left to bleed. it was no fault of the pirate, but the misplacement of an anger that hasn't been dealt with on louis' part. decades of control, and now lestat came and left. his knot of emotions reflect the cut pages he neatly took from claudia's diary with a ruler, to the notion of a parent's failure to protect their child. he's can feel he's losing his mind to the bloodlust. he can blame his lack of proper feeding, but it's always been in him. it is now given to the man, who has harmed his share of people from having seen inside his head. he stares at the decorative dead body, his features inhuman.
he tunes into the sound of the rest. he can smell their loss of blood. six bodies total. they drop, and fall where louis finds them. it's over before he knows it.
he realizes then why the sun seems bloody. morning is coming soon.
he has no more than two hours before the first signs of rays are upon him. there is plenty of time to make it back to his coffin. he remains still, with the blood all over his shirt and arms. he finds his strength is revived to its fullest when the hunger fully diminishes. he can see the trail of bodies now as he holds the last one to his chest, his hands over the young woman's face, blue tinted skin paled after he drained her. all he can do is stare at the emptiness of the pirate's once lived eyes, ones that mirror his own. except his eyes shine in the empty, their color brighter with the new blood in him already making him virile. he would always be fresh, if he fed regularly on human.
all this time, he has remained silent, even through the taunts, the pleas. he continues in his silence, nearly cradling the dead body close as blood tears fall from his face unbeknownst. he becomes beauty in sorrow made anew as if he were a statue in the middle of a graveyard meant to be a saint overlooking what should be protected. }
When: october (4th going into 5th).
Where: solvunn.
What: a mostly unhinged moment ensues. he also forgets his birthday has just passed and gone.
Warnings: suicide idealizations, unhealthy diet habits, violence, dark vampy things.
{ the moon is shining brighter, to the point that there lays a reddish tint to its glow. it could be the glare of where heโs turned into. louis finds heโs going further, with an intent to see how far the borders go. he wants to see if he can get out. he is wearing the sun ring istredd gave him. thereโs no particular desire, and now heโs past the settlement lines. his speed takes him far into the tertiary settlement where the beasts had started to attack. heโs then off, past the wild trees and into the outskirts of what has become less of a territory locals go into. there might be some, but right now he canโt hear a heartbeat, all he wants to do is keep running.
what would happen if he went far enough?
it's a blur when it happens. louis is filled with an overflowing sense of emotions, of which he has held tightly to his chest and tucked neatly into a compartment that is all too fragile when taken into account. night by night he has roamed, and each time he questions what his purpose in solvunn has become if not him trying to pass the flow of time. it reminds him of dubai.
death bores me, he confessed to daniel during a break from the interview. he had begun to reach that stage. did he spare the pookas out of his true good intention? he has to question if it was another mask or if he has in his grasp his last shards of his once humanity. he hadn't realized how far he'd gone until he hears thoughts. a gang of exiled members. pirates, to be exact. they had recently looted a family and now they walk, boasting with a laughter lacking remorse.
louis pauses, listening in on their chatter. it's him and them and an open field among a thick array of trees in-between. it is then that he notes he hasn't fed properly as of late and the hunger is catching up to his throat. he finds the rage is in him, fury at the speed of his feet when he runs into the group. the pirates see him and they have mere seconds before louis acts without a single forethought. it's a split decision.
they fight him, using their weapons to try and harm him, but each slash to his body is healed anew, and his fangs cause enough damage to end up with eventual slit throats. the start of mangled bodies fall to the ground to try and escape. he has one grasping his hands as he holds him up, the rush of the memories fresh. this pirate did worse, he harmed the family to a taunt - a brother and sister, took them by their bodies and knocked them fresh. he left the boy with broken bones and threatened to steal the sister for their own entertainment. they were terrorized, their home left in disarray.
he's felt it before. he wants to feel again. the righteous rage.
louis bites down into the flesh of the man's neck, having seen enough from his mind, and he drinks with a vigor of a vampire who had starved slowly for weeks. he drains the blood from him until there's a gasp of his last breath and a memory of someone grasping to the end of their life. it's a villa and a wife long left behind. thievery was chosen over a quiet life. the pirate dies instantly. once he feels the body grow limp he detaches. the blood is on his chin, and the hunger is seeking to be further sedated. he hears the others scramble to try and run away, but he is quicker.
he hunts them, one by one, and each time he drains them until the last of their thoughts are left with an echo of a mercy, one that he grants them with the mock of his own. a mercy killing is what he's giving them. one body is left in the field, spiked down with their own weapon, laid open upon the growing grass with a sword impaled into their chest. an open wounded heart left to bleed. it was no fault of the pirate, but the misplacement of an anger that hasn't been dealt with on louis' part. decades of control, and now lestat came and left. his knot of emotions reflect the cut pages he neatly took from claudia's diary with a ruler, to the notion of a parent's failure to protect their child. he's can feel he's losing his mind to the bloodlust. he can blame his lack of proper feeding, but it's always been in him. it is now given to the man, who has harmed his share of people from having seen inside his head. he stares at the decorative dead body, his features inhuman.
he tunes into the sound of the rest. he can smell their loss of blood. six bodies total. they drop, and fall where louis finds them. it's over before he knows it.
he realizes then why the sun seems bloody. morning is coming soon.
he has no more than two hours before the first signs of rays are upon him. there is plenty of time to make it back to his coffin. he remains still, with the blood all over his shirt and arms. he finds his strength is revived to its fullest when the hunger fully diminishes. he can see the trail of bodies now as he holds the last one to his chest, his hands over the young woman's face, blue tinted skin paled after he drained her. all he can do is stare at the emptiness of the pirate's once lived eyes, ones that mirror his own. except his eyes shine in the empty, their color brighter with the new blood in him already making him virile. he would always be fresh, if he fed regularly on human.
all this time, he has remained silent, even through the taunts, the pleas. he continues in his silence, nearly cradling the dead body close as blood tears fall from his face unbeknownst. he becomes beauty in sorrow made anew as if he were a statue in the middle of a graveyard meant to be a saint overlooking what should be protected. }
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Despite its reputation of being home to delinquent members of the commune, his trips to the Tertiary Settlement are usually peaceful. Today, there's screaming in the distance.
By the time he's close enough to see what's happening, three men are already dead. This is the sort of routine trouble Michael might brush off as not his business, until it is. The one attacking them is Louis. That recognition comes with a sinking disappointment. This is not the man as he knows him; this is what he pictures when he thinks of the vampires of his world, all violence and an insatiable hunger for blood. Michael had thought himself a better judge of character than this.
After Louis has finished, as he cradles one of the bodies, Michael makes his presence known. There's the sound of heavy wings beating the air and suddenly he's standing only a few feet away.
Michael toes ones of the corpses as he approaches. Very dead. The flayed throat somewhat gave it away, but one never knows in Abraxas.]
Louis. [He sounds disappointed, though not in the way he should be in the face of the surrounding carnage. More in the way of a demanding parent being shown their child's less than stellar grades.] Messy eater, aren't you? I thought you said you didn't do this sort of thing. Whatever happened to feeding on animals?
[Michael does not sound afraid, either. It's hard to say with certainty what feeding on an archangel from another world would do to vampires of Louis' variety, but he doubts Louis would get that far.]
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heโs not alone anymore. when he sees who has come, he keeps a careful ease to his composure as he rises his head to meet michael. }
The archangel has arrived. Come to weigh my soul?
{ itโs a slight taunt, one that rings hollow and unnecessary. michael doesnโt deserve it, his misplaced emotions having gone without a compass. heโs tired, and univocally done. thereโs an inhuman tone that lends to his expression. what betrays him is the way his fingers have hold the undead body, the twitch of what he wants to believe is him, shines in a silent remorse. he protectively lays the body into the floor, the blood staining his cheeks briefly as the frustration lingers with what little emotion he allows through. itโs held together by his thin will that will soon be too much.
itโs unlike him and yetโฆ โyouโre a killer, louisโ. what is confidence is only a mask as he closes his eyes and begins to stand up, making sure the body lays carefully on the ground. heโs standing over the pirateโs form, his hands soaked in blood as he tries to clean them upon the clothes the family he stays with gave him. the thought alone brings back the remorse. }
I didnโt intend to eat them. Here we are. Are you going to kill me? Better by the hand of a friend.