Laurent Rousseau (itsjustadream) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-09-09 22:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-26 |
From the table in the corner
Who: Adam and Laurent
Where: Lenore Bookstore and Cafe
When: 3:00 p.m.
One of the best parts about not having to sleep was having all of the time in the world to do everything. Normally around now Laurent liked to poke around in the dreams of his sleeping fellow-vampires, but after perhaps an hour of that he had grown bored. Growing bored of dreams was something that had really only started to happen after he had met Rae and spent a considerable amount of time paying attention to reality and he had never quite gone back as far as that first century. Ah well, there was a new town to explore and he could always work on that outline for his next book. Now that people knew about vampires and that he was one his books had begun selling even better and his publicist had informed him that he was certain his next release would fly off the shelves. And when was he getting around to that? Laurent had gotten the hint, which was why he kept a notebook with him at all times. While he understood laptops and knew that they were preferable he still liked to do outlines and drafts on real paper, loving the feel of writing far more than typing. Someone else could always transcribe later if he felt like writing a whole book longhand too. That was what money was for, paying people to do things you did not want to.
A glass of fae-blood had provided him with the ability to face the sun though he still wore a pair of dark shades when he was walking out of the house, watching passerby and trying to decide whether he wanted to just go to the park or not. Not, he decided after realizing that with the weather nicer families would likely be flooding it. Sure he liked people but sometimes children could be annoying and - oh that was better. Lenore Bookstore and Cafe, same place he had met that green-eyed Locke kid the other night when his parents forgot to pick him up. Hey, maybe he would catch sight of him and make sure he was still hanging in okay. And if not, then he could sit there and smell the coffee and various other scents that came with a cafe and work on that outline. Or just people watch, he admitted when he slipped into the building. After a quick glance he settled in an out of the way booth that was not covered by sunlight streaming in through the windows. Sure he had fae blood in his system but his eyes were still sensitive to the light.
Pulling out his well-worn notebook - he always forgot to buy new ones until he used up the very last page and this one still had a good seven and a half left - Laurent uncapped his pen and tapped it on the table, tuning out his surroundings for a moment while he tried to think of what he was going to offer his publisher. Another assortment of half-truths about the dreamworld? Or maybe... they'd be interested in the memoirs of a vampire these days. His House would probably even approve. Oh, that was a good idea, he might have to do that. Just leave out the part where he had ignored the entire world in favor of perfecting dream walking and astral projection for a century or so. Yeah.