Leon Vincent (voodoowho) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2015-02-09 18:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: leon vincent, character: mickey torres, location: the woods |
Thread: Rebuild
WHO: Mickey & Leon
WHEN: Feb 9, Monday night
WHERE: The woods
Another week was behind him. Only a few more centuries or so to go. Leon was learning to take the weeks one at a time. He wasn't quite to the point of going day to day, but it wouldn't be long at the rate he was going. Every Monday night that wasn't a full moon, even when he was a human witch, Leon would go into the woods to meditate. He had a place out there that was not disturbed by others, a bit elevated from the trees, encircled by brush, hidden from sight from above, as well as from a casual passerby. It was his private little glen where the Haitian used to commune with nature, practice blood rites or pray, sometimes even retreating out there to do his homework in peace.
He'd taken Mickey there before, back when they were together, because Mickey had been in need of a change of scenery after the mines that wasn't his dorm room and was still private. Leon had led the ifrit through the trees, their hands joined, and they'd stayed in the little glen for hours on Mondays finding productive things to do to help rebuild Mickey's sense of well being. Now that Mickey was gone - and Leon had to make himself think that way: gone, inaccessible, distanced, a stranger - the glen felt emptier. Then again, most things and places in Leon's life felt that way now.
He reached the glen and stood in the center for a long moment, listening to the woods and watching the white snow under the starlight turn shades of blue and gray. The cold didn't affect him, but Leon still reached down and zipped up his jacket. He had some things to figure out. Andrei told him to get a hobby. One that didn't involve him getting put in the dungeons again or going out on the full moon. Leon had argued that everything he touched seemed to turn into ruin, but all the sympathy that had garnered from his sire was a smack and the admonition again that he pick up a hobby.
The problem was that there was nothing interesting enough, challenging enough like magic had been to keep Leon engaged and out of trouble. All of this new found strength and energy as a vampire had to be put to use somehow, but so far Leon was at a dead end. He knew a lot of his apathy had to do with still getting used to the changes in his life, the depression and the acceptance he had to face each day that it was never going to go back to how it was before. Not even a little bit. He knew he should try new things, meet new people, rebuild his life from the ground up, but all of that was easier said than done.
Leon crouched down on the snow, the ice crunching under his boots before he leaned back and just collapsed on the frozen forest floor. He looked up at the nighttime sky and studied the stars until a dark haired head and familiar face appeared above him and Leon realized he was not alone. The scent of his old lover brought the vampire to sit up with a start.
"Mickey! What-- What are you doing here?"