lazarus ( incubus ) . (shatterings) wrote in light_of_may, |
Any sort of summons from his mother was not to be taken lightly, certainly not something to be ignored, and as soon as the message had come through Lazarus had taken only enough time to make himself presentable before exiting his own suite to head up to Seraphina's instead. As the Elder of their kind her word was law but for Lazarus and his older half-sister Abigail it went beyond that, it ran much deeper than basic and primal respect. Both of them had been raised by her exclusively, their fathers had been removed from the picture early on -- Lazarus' by his own hand, literally -- and Seraphina was not a gentle woman, she had brought them up to be fearless and powerful, mistakes of any kind had been met with the kind of brutality that would shock and horrify modern parents but they had learned their lessons well, it had hardened and toughened them and now they were better for it. Even now, hundreds of years after his birth, Lazarus knew she would not hesitate to reprimand him if he had done something to deserve it, he was not so old that he could not be punished by his mother and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he never would be too old for such a thing.
There was no guarantee either way as to what sort of mood Seraphina would be in when he arrived, though, and so Lazarus kept an open mind as he arrived at her floor and beyond that the entrance to her penthouse, rapping his knuckles lightly against the door before opening it and stepping inside. If she hadn't given him that express permission to do so he never would have been so presumptuous, so disrespectful and arrogant to the one woman he respected absolutely and was unwaveringly loyal to.
The sound of a young male voice from within brought a slight smirk to his lips as he stepped in enough to catch sight of the speaker and his mother before then. When he spoke it was in smooth Italian that he did so, "Playing with your food, Sofia?" It was a simple but necessary precaution that had him avoiding the maternal title that would otherwise come so naturally and instead replacing it with her alias, the one with which she had established this hotel and many others like it. His dark eyes watched her, the most powerful creature he had ever known and this fragile little child who had stumbled into her presence like a vulnerable and weak fawn still finding its legs. There was no small amount of mischief in his voice when he went on to ask, still speaking his native tongue, "May I watch?"