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Laurent Rousseau (itsjustadream) wrote in light_of_may,

Though he was staring at the house, Laurent was not really seeing it. He was seeing a variety of memories and then those bled into dreams and those of course bled into the dreams of others... Laurent wished, not for the first time, that he could sleep so that he too would be able to have dreams. It had been so long since he had had one that he was no longer sure if his body actually remembered how. Oh, he could slip into the dream of another with hardly a thought and he could even change it, but he was changing it more for them than for himself. Even when he brought things in to change it so that they had time to think of something else he was using memories of his. His subconscious came out more in the things that he wrote, the fictional things that never saw a printing press because he doubted that anyone would ever want to - the sound of a door closing caused his head to jerk and he focused in on the cause. A man. Ah, the man who belonged to that scent. So that would make him Jared. Laurent tilted his head a little to the side as he studied the man. Big man. Definitely had muscles that were there before his changing and oh did he reek of being young.

"Why would I want to take a picture when I can just look instead?" Laurent returned the grin that he was given despite the lack of friendliness that was in his tone. Rae needed to teach this boy some manners before he went and insulted the wrong vampire just because he disliked what they were doing. Then again, the Gabriels were always just a little temperamental like that. One could never tell what they were going to do or judge them all by the same set of rules. Even the Horsemen were more predictable because at least you knew exactly what they wanted to do - kill everything. Simple. Disturbing, but simple. "You must be Jared. I haven't heard a lot about you, but I've heard enough to know that you haven't had those fangs long enough to really justify that tone. It'd go badly for you if I was offended." The young ones could always be so... forgetful that just because they were stronger than they had been did not make them as strong as they thought. God knew that Laurent had been that way when he was first turned. Extending one hand, Laurent waited for it to be taken. "Laurent Rousseau and I know your sire, Rae. I found myself here by accident and would have knocked... but well, sometimes it's better to not call Rae's attention."