WHO: Marcus and Caius WHAT: Of private conversations (without Aro :3) WHEN: Backdated to August 12th, after Marcus was called by his brother. WHERE: Volterra, Italy RATING: TBA STATUS: Closed / In progress
The moment Marcus had detected the tone of urgency in Caius' tone, he easily left the peaceful confines of his quarters and grazed the halls of the Castle with his rare presence. His movements were slow, controlled with the ethereal grace of an immortal. He almost appeared as if he was gliding to onlookers, his steps even and light. Though he was unmindful of the time, he was able to reach Caius' quarters without any trouble. Raising a hand of the palest hue, he knocked thrice on the hard wood before retreating his hand. Though Caius had not opened the door, he knew he was inside by the breath expelled from his lips from inside. "I take it that you've heard my approach." he said in his monotonous tone, hands carefully clasped in front of his chest. "Come, Caius. Let us claim a spot more suitable for private conversations..."