Bea Stanford (aqua_abscido) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-12-29 21:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-30, bea, quentin |
This space is not my own
Who: Quentin and Bea
Where: the lake
When: afternoon, around 1:30pm
Even in life, Bea had never truly felt the cold. The fact that the season was changing was nearly lost on her, especially now that her skin was so much colder than it had been when she was alive. Her enforced wanderings -- due to the fact that Jaladhi had a habit of locking her out of the house so she could play with her trapped elemental -- showcased the changing seasons in the form of people beginning to bundle up against the autumn chill in the air; trading shorts and t-shirts for long sleeves and pants seemed to be the theme for those who were a little more warm-blooded. For her part, she had thrown a scarf on over a long sleeve shirt, but that had largely been to cover the ragged scar on her neck where her sire had ravaged the life almost completely from her before turning her. Bea understood the importance of blending in, though, and she knew Jaladhi would want her to maintain a low profile. Despite her adjustments, she knew she probably looked a little out of place with her skirt, but there was only so much she could do about that while she had her elusive lucid moments. They were few and far between, but when they did come, Bea latched onto them with all her might.
One such moment had Beatrice following the scent and sound of distant water. It was not quite as loud as the unmistakable music of a flowing river, but she still knew exactly what it was. Footsteps speeding her towards her element, the Guardian's eyes lit up with joy as she watched the water ripple and bend with the light wind. Smiling, fangs gleaming, Bea stood staring at the water for a stretch of time that extended itself. She stood perfectly still, or as near to it as she was able. It was a skill she had not yet come close to perfecting. Her eyes still moved and the tiny muscles in her fingers twitched in excitement, but for the most part, she was still. One such breeze of air carried to Bea the kind of scent that would have made her pulse take off like a shot, were she still living. It was the fact that she was a vampire, particularly an Elemental Guardian, that the smell was so enticing. Water, she thought, trying to pinpoint where the scent was coming from. There was a dock jutting out into the water with boats tied up along its length. There were a few people about, but they moved with hurried motions, as if that would blanket them against the cold. Eyes scouring the area, Bea caught sight of a man with a sketch book. Moving closer, as silently as she could, she scented the air to make sure. She did not quite trust her senses, and she wanted to make sure she had the right person. For what, though? It wasn't as if she could attack him right here.
You know what you need to do, the haunting voice started up again, signalling the wild, crazy light to key up to eleven in Beatrice's eyes. The clear-headed moment was gone, and with it went Bea's ability to look at the brunette man with anything other than longing. "Oh, no.." she murmured, feeling the hunger burn in her throat like a fire. She hated fire. "You..." she spoke to the man, sidling over to the side of the railing near where he was working on something. "You shouldn't be here. It's not safe."