Marius (cupere) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-06-01 12:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-16, zaviar |
Hello there how you doing?
Who: Marius and Zaviar
Where: Zaviar's home
When: Late afternoon
It was quite simple, really. Marius was an incubus and he was more than aware that he had a variety of offspring of various connections scattered around the places he had traveled. And likely in places that he hadn't traveled as well since he'd been at it for awhile and it was in quite a few people's blood to travel so he may very well have a great-grandchild something or other in Alaska and he most certainly hadn't ever been there. However what wasn't quite as simple was the fact that he knew one of those aforementioned great something-or-other's happened to be in Scarlet Oak. He had sensed them on several different occasions but hadn't ever been able to go after them. Either he was busy or he forgot to care. He still didn't really care, exactly, but he was bored. RiverFest hadn't been as interesting as he thought it would be so he had decided to go looking for the man. Marius had always been prone to walks and in the past month it had been when he passed by a certain home that he felt that vague kinship tugging at him. He doubted it was the same as it was with angels - he didn't feel a need to seek them out and bond. He just wanted to see, for once, what his genes had helped to turn out. Something help him if it was one of those lickspittles who only made it through life by the grace of knowing how to suck up to everything that moved. He'd have to kill it himself if that was the case, just to keep the lesser side of demon blood from passing on.
One hand in his pocket, the other fidgeting with his hat to make sure that it covered his horns, Marius walked to the front door. No plaque to declare who lived here. Marius could've looked in the phonebook but he hadn't actually known that he was going to approach the door until he had done so. Tilting his head he appraised the front of the house. Not a piece of garbage but not as nice as his. Good. 'Knock on the door,' Puddles encouraged. Why the duck felt the need to trail after him Marius really didn't understand, but he had learned that kicking the thing did absolutely no good. Usually ended with him getting bit when he least expected it. Highly unpleasant. "I know how to get someone's attention, thank you oh so much. I don't need a duck's help." 'Familiar.' "Still a duck." Ignoring the quacking he raised his hand and knocked. Someone had better be home or he was going to have to leave a note and he hadn't brought any paper with him. 'Can't use my blood, no.'