Laurent Rousseau (itsjustadream) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-09-27 19:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group scene, 2009-07-28 |
Lovely evening my dears
Who: Laurent, Briallen & Rosalie
Where: The Sforza's gallery
When: After dark
At some point in time Laurent would come to fully realize and marvel at how many people there were in this place that he knew from before. As it was they were being revealed to him slowly and so he had no reason to really think about how downright odd it was, not to mention simply unlikely. Well, Rae never counted when it came to that sort of thing because she was everywhere, but other than her there had been Odette. And now there were the Sforza twins. Laurent vaguely remembered them from his time in Italy, a time that was actually veiled in a mix of memories and dreams like everything else from the majority of his first century or so of life. But he was certain that they had been real, lovely little things in their way. And the one had interested in drawing him. Other than that he was drawing a blank but during his wandering among the dreams of the Scarlet Oak residents he had stumbled across one of them. A little bit of research had revealed that there were indeed two women named Sforza in Scarlet Oak, running an art gallery and living above it. Figuring that his extra shift a few nights - or the previous one, Laurent was really never good at keeping tack of time - would make up for it he had decided to go and pay their art gallery a visit once the sun set instead of going to Heme.
Part of him knew that he should probably go and apologize to Odette for missing out on his visit, but then he should have done that earlier and another night could not do too much more harm. Hopefully. I will apologize, I'll even take her a bottle of blood. It stood in so well for wine when it came to vampires, even served the same purpose if one could find a donor who had had a considerable amount of wine to drink. But ah well, those thoughts were for another time, right now he was slipping into the surprisingly empty building to see just what the twins had displayed there. "Hello?" he called, footsteps echoing because he saw no reason to be silent when he wanted to be discovered. Though he was distracted by some of the art on the wall. "Nicely done," he murmured appreciatively. He may have never been all that interested in art but living for as long as he had meant that he knew a good piece when he saw it. Doubly appreciated since he was almost certain that he knew the women who had created them.