Haunted Roads

When: Late Night
Where: Restaurant
Who: Dimitri and Ophelia - Narrative

Always Dimitri went into meetings with Ophelia with that calm demeanor that seemed as though it could never be budged. He swallowed down emotions and sought to look upon her and not feel so…swayed. But those intentions always so quickly faded the longer he was around her. She, like no other, knew how to get under his skin. How to wiggle her way past that calm and strike at all the other emotions buried within. In a way he loathed her for that, how quickly she could unravel him. And yet at the same time there was a part of him that loved her still for it. It was in her presence that he felt alive. It was with her that the dullness of the world around him seemed to shed away. Leaving something else so remarkably different in its place.

She did not allow him to hide beneath that work or that indifference. She pointed out the flaws in all he spoke and all reasons he gave. She attacked his reasoning’s as though they mattered not. But the trouble was that they did. That for all the reasons he had to let himself truly be swayed by her, he had just as many reasons to not. To deny her presence and walk away.

Yes he had reasons….and yet none of them seemed enough to curb that ache that formed when she spoke that she would be leaving. He had known the words were coming. He knew by her actions and her tone that this decision had been delayed for some time now…hoping to push him to follow. He knew, but it did not dull the weight of the words. Somehow, however, he managed to keep at bay the depth of the reaction. Giving her so little of what she wanted to see from him. He could not falter, as always with her losing even that slightest bit of ground meant that you would soon fall.

Already she had spoken her goodbye to the only other childe she had that would allow themselves to care. Nothing held her here….save him.

( Candlelight from the dinner table flickered as he watched her. )

Who: Ophelia and Dimitri
Where: Canlis Restaurant
When: Night time

The Caché, the secret little niche nestled in privacy, providing Canlis’ most spectacular view, and now one of Ophelia’s favorite finds in this Emerald City. The ages old vampiress had a habit of learning bits and pieces of whatever city she stayed in and Seattle was no exception. She did after all, intend to be here at least a little while. Though, she could just as easily be gone again, if it proved too much.

Her life now was much as it had always been, save the years with her children. A nomad, traveling where the wind willed her. The only time she’d settled had been when she had family. When they had gone, so too had her roots, she lifted up and moved on once again, heavy hearted, but having finally known love. She’d been touched by the experience, and had learned as well.

Dimitri had agreed to meet her and so Ophelia had made arrangements at a neutral spot, where neither would feel put upon, or pressured in any way. If she believed he wouldn’t hate every moment of it, she’d have simply set a date upon her yacht, her home, but that, for now was out of the question. As was a meeting in the Towers where he lived. Where his siblings lived.

Nevermind, The Caché was a nice room, a pleasant atmosphere with a spectacular view. Though neither she nor Dimitri had need of food, they could and did, at times, indulge in certain edible delicacies, a few of which would be served to them tonight. The waiter also would be serving her own wine as requested, though of course, for a surcharge, as Canlis was in it for the money. She paid well, tipping in advance for what she expected to be spectacular, and discreet, service.

The room lit only by candlelight, and the occasional twinkle of stars as they fought their way through the clouds, Ophelia took seat on the chaise, leaving the table for after Dimitri arrived. A cigarette was brought to her lips, quickly lit by the waiter, who knew to look aside from many city laws when it came to this room. The music of a by-gone era played softly in the background, music the two had so enjoyed in their days together, and in their travels. Perhaps it was played for his benefit, but in truth, this was the same music Ophelia most often found herself drawn to. Perhaps for good reason.