Post by Weaver on Oct 13, 2014 1:22:53 GMT -8
The sun slunk below the mountains on the far side of Puget Sound, and slowly Dino stirred and stretched away the lassitude of the day.
His eyes lit on the aPhone plugged in on the nightstand and flashing insistently with messages and voice mails from the mortal world. Immediately, his memory flashes to the sway of hands, the light of fond memory in the sunken eyes, the almost childlike joy of the Marquis over the sweet strains of the violin-led piece tinnily pouring from the tiny speakers of the ghoul's phone.
'When did I lose that?' The shock of the whisper in the silent room is as sharp as the hunger of the Beast uncurling in his core.
Tamping it down, Dino pads silently across the floor to the entertainment center, slides a CD into place, and is seated in a nearby chair as the golden tones of Louis Armstrong, Billie Holliday, Nat King Cole, and others begin filling the quiet.
The aPhone vibrates insistently, over and over, but the Gangrel still sits, a small smile and a tiny Crimson trail winding down one cheek. The nights are eternal, one small lapse for nostalgia will go unnoticed in the greater scheme of things...
His eyes lit on the aPhone plugged in on the nightstand and flashing insistently with messages and voice mails from the mortal world. Immediately, his memory flashes to the sway of hands, the light of fond memory in the sunken eyes, the almost childlike joy of the Marquis over the sweet strains of the violin-led piece tinnily pouring from the tiny speakers of the ghoul's phone.
'When did I lose that?' The shock of the whisper in the silent room is as sharp as the hunger of the Beast uncurling in his core.
Tamping it down, Dino pads silently across the floor to the entertainment center, slides a CD into place, and is seated in a nearby chair as the golden tones of Louis Armstrong, Billie Holliday, Nat King Cole, and others begin filling the quiet.
The aPhone vibrates insistently, over and over, but the Gangrel still sits, a small smile and a tiny Crimson trail winding down one cheek. The nights are eternal, one small lapse for nostalgia will go unnoticed in the greater scheme of things...