Theodore Ketsuki Danshiyo (theodanshiyo) wrote in sons_of_cain, @ 2009-01-15 01:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, friday: mid november, gabriel spitz, karyukai, theodore danshiyo, vampire, venetian |
Who: Gabriel and Theo
What: First Meeting, a need for Tea
When: Friday morning
Where: Karyukai Tea House
Rating: NC-17 (Sexual Content...it's Theo...seriously. XD )
Status: Complete due to dropping
Theo was redressing for the day after some form of rest. He had slept on one of the smaller beds in the tea house, behind a gold and red veiled curtain, and his boredom had begun to set upon him. Though he did have some thought as to some things might be occuring, or perhaps coming into his presence, other than the ghouls who waited on customers. This indeed could prove worthy of his time, perhaps.
After Maiha had left the tea house to Theodore to care for, while he stayed at Andras' side until he awoke, Theo had been a bit stir crazy. Not much has gone on in Karyukai for some time, even though there was a advertisement that there was a new employee. This left time for him to think over quite a few things in his life, as well as aquiring some of the flora from the shop Maiha told him of, and the tea in which Rayven made specifically for the business. He would have thought...there was going to be more to do than this. Though his thoughts this morning as he roused did bring to light of a possible new customer.
He lifted a kimono from one of Maiha's wardrobes, and looked it over, a satisfied smile crossing his lips. Removing the simple and thin red yukatta from his lithe form, he let it drop into his hands and curled his left fingers around it, resting the fabric upon a hook beside the wardrobe armoire. Opening the kimono to take it from the hanger, he let out a soft sigh with that smile and tilted his head, the long tresses of midnight black strands slipping over his pale near white shoulders as his head moved. Sliding the perfect red silk with gold embroidery of cranes around the sleeves, collar and the bottom hem which were more than likely a piece Maiha had threaded himself. Perfect in every way. Folding it around his form, he pinned it in every place needed to stay closed.
Grasping the gold silk obi, he tied it after wrapping it four times around his torso, and folded it at the back, so that it would barely trail behind him as he walked. Placing the socks on his feet, he tended to the last detail. Pulling his hair up into a long tail, he left strands to drift along the sides of his face and spill onto his chest. Walking out of the room, he closed the doors with lithe fingers and walking past a few ghouls bowing their heads in respect, he entered the waiting room by the enterance, knowing something, or someone was coming. As it were, everything was waiting. And the tea was always perfect, as is the service.