Damon Salvatore (scattertheashes) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-08-05 21:46:00 |
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Current mood: | relaxed |
Entry tags: | alec constantinides, riley poe |
Who: Alec & Riley
What:Just hanging out
When: Friday Evening
Where: Riley's trailer
Rating: TBA
Status: In progress
Anastasios otherwise known as Phoenix or more recently Alec was a creature born at what some might say was the beginning of time. He'd witnessed the birth of nations, the movement of civilisation, the ends of great Kings and Queens and on more than one occasion the absolute destruction of man.
It would be safe to say the Phoenix had experienced all an immortal being could experience and then some. He'd seen and done things that people could only ever dream about and whilst that was amazing the truth was that Alec appreciated the company around him than the moments in history.
Thankfully for him he had run across some beings like himself, those who lived forever and could understand the effect that infinite time could have on a person. Loneliness was prevalent, but ignored easily enough when there were things to be doing and people to talk to. The more Alec socialised the less he felt like he was just... left, floating in an endless sea of immortality.
The Carnival was something of a saviour, allowing him to experience the joys of being around people without the fear of loss. That and he'd made something of a pact, never to let himself get close to mortals, especially as he knew what it was like to watch them wither and die. Admittedly running into Puck and Autumn was a surprise, but a pleasant one all the same. Especially with all they'd experienced together.
Dressed in a well worn well fitting pair of jeans and dark shirt that drew the eye to all the right places, Alec looked nothing if not relaxed, comfortable in his own skin. That natural confidence carried him in easy stride, making it seem like the Phoenix owned the space immediately around him and it wasn't something born of arrogance. He had his moments, but didn't everybody? Alec liked to think he'd grown up over the thousands of years he'd spent alive.
He scrubbed at his hair, freshly cut and perfectly styled, and just strolled through the Carnival in the direction of the Puck's trailer. A bottle of Absynthe hung from his fingers as it was rude to visit without bringing some sort of gift. Alec rapped his knuckles against the door before waiting, turning his head when he thought he heard something in a nearby shadow.