Week Nineteen: Tuesday
Who: Verushka, and Vallis
When: Tuesday evening
Where: A restaurant in the village
What: Blackmail
At times, you had to make sacrifices to ensure that your peace, wasn't too badly disturbed. Tonight was such a sacrifice. Vallis would never willingly spend his evening with a creature he readily hated. One who hated him equally in turn, unless there was good reason for it. Yet, when such a creature knew one of your darker secrets, you had to take certain measures, to keep them silent. The old saying... keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. Never was it more realivent, than at this very moment. He wouldn't be able to charm Veru, he knew that before waking that evening. She also wouldn't tolerate him man handling her, nor would he be able to tamper with her thoughts so easily. If he really wanted to, he could his age would allow him to do so, but it would take far more effort than he was willing to spare on this shrew. No, he would simply have to convince her that he was a changed man. That alone would be difficult, especially since he had already lost his temper with the woman in previous conversations. He intened to try his best.
After she agreed to join him, sometime before, he hadn't wasted any time in making plans. Vallis had reserved the whole back room of the little French restaurant, and had ordered a bottle of Château Margaux. Something he was amazed they were able to find in such a short span of time. It had all cost him a pretty penny. Not that he cared. Ever the spoiled, rich, little brat. Vallis had more money than he would likely be able to spend in a dozen life times. He knew this, which was why he spent money, as if it was nothing. Showered expensive gifts upon those close to him. Why not use your money to impress, when the impression would more often than not, get you exactly what you wanted? The question was, was all this in the hopes of impressing Veru? No, not at all. He expected the evening to be completely horrendous, and these little luxurious were intended to bring himself some comfort.
His mood was already that of irritation, when he awoke at sunset. Sunset... the sun... that was one thing he could praise Halcyon for. Allowing an old vampire like him, the chance to witness the sun once more, without it being an act of suicide. At times, he found himself starring out the windows during class, when he assigned a bit of reading. His mind would drift back to when he was a young man. Newly married, and with an infant son in his arms. They would walk the small property he had once owned, Charles laughing as his father imitated various animals that lived on the farm. It was such a strange picture now, Vallis almost felt as if he were remembering the life of a stranger. Perhaps he was. He hadn't been that man for very long after all.
After a quick shower, he dressed, and left the comfortable surroundings of his room, once the sky became littered with stars. It wasn't long before he found himself seated in the the restaurant. A glass of red wine clutched in one hand. His body language read of the sheer boredom he felt, drifting to the side, brow raised, while his eyes rested upon the man butchering Sonata in A major, on the piano. The woman had better arrive soon, or he was going to tear open the mans throat, for not only enjoyment, but to also halt the insult, that was his playing.
When: Tuesday evening
Where: A restaurant in the village
What: Blackmail
At times, you had to make sacrifices to ensure that your peace, wasn't too badly disturbed. Tonight was such a sacrifice. Vallis would never willingly spend his evening with a creature he readily hated. One who hated him equally in turn, unless there was good reason for it. Yet, when such a creature knew one of your darker secrets, you had to take certain measures, to keep them silent. The old saying... keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. Never was it more realivent, than at this very moment. He wouldn't be able to charm Veru, he knew that before waking that evening. She also wouldn't tolerate him man handling her, nor would he be able to tamper with her thoughts so easily. If he really wanted to, he could his age would allow him to do so, but it would take far more effort than he was willing to spare on this shrew. No, he would simply have to convince her that he was a changed man. That alone would be difficult, especially since he had already lost his temper with the woman in previous conversations. He intened to try his best.
After she agreed to join him, sometime before, he hadn't wasted any time in making plans. Vallis had reserved the whole back room of the little French restaurant, and had ordered a bottle of Château Margaux. Something he was amazed they were able to find in such a short span of time. It had all cost him a pretty penny. Not that he cared. Ever the spoiled, rich, little brat. Vallis had more money than he would likely be able to spend in a dozen life times. He knew this, which was why he spent money, as if it was nothing. Showered expensive gifts upon those close to him. Why not use your money to impress, when the impression would more often than not, get you exactly what you wanted? The question was, was all this in the hopes of impressing Veru? No, not at all. He expected the evening to be completely horrendous, and these little luxurious were intended to bring himself some comfort.
His mood was already that of irritation, when he awoke at sunset. Sunset... the sun... that was one thing he could praise Halcyon for. Allowing an old vampire like him, the chance to witness the sun once more, without it being an act of suicide. At times, he found himself starring out the windows during class, when he assigned a bit of reading. His mind would drift back to when he was a young man. Newly married, and with an infant son in his arms. They would walk the small property he had once owned, Charles laughing as his father imitated various animals that lived on the farm. It was such a strange picture now, Vallis almost felt as if he were remembering the life of a stranger. Perhaps he was. He hadn't been that man for very long after all.
After a quick shower, he dressed, and left the comfortable surroundings of his room, once the sky became littered with stars. It wasn't long before he found himself seated in the the restaurant. A glass of red wine clutched in one hand. His body language read of the sheer boredom he felt, drifting to the side, brow raised, while his eyes rested upon the man butchering Sonata in A major, on the piano. The woman had better arrive soon, or he was going to tear open the mans throat, for not only enjoyment, but to also halt the insult, that was his playing.