hopeforhopeless (hopeforhopeless) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2011-12-23 21:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | 09.24.11, elizabeth, elizabeth and sebastian, sebastian |
You should be dead
Who: Sebastian and Elizabeth
What: Sibling reunion
When: Saturday Evening
Where: Elizabeth's palace
Warnings: None really
Sebastian had only been in town for a day or so and had requested an audience with the queen. He wasn't sure what he'd say or how he'd begin, but he had to see her even if it was only to alert her that another vampire was in her territory. He didn't have to tell her he was her brother really, but he knew that he needed to. He needed closure. He needed to find out who he was, who his father had been. He'd obtained an audience with the queen and went to the palace to meet with her. He was led to her formal parlour where she was already waiting. The servants opened the doors and he stepped inside, immediately bending at the waist to show his respects. "Your majesty." he said firstly before letting himself straighten and allowing his eyes to move over her. It was like looking in a mirror.
Meeting with new vampires in her territory was a common occurrence for Elizabeth. As of late she had been meeting with many. She didn't expect this to take more than a few minutes and she had other things she wanted to attend to. When the door opened she placed her usual polite smile on her face and was about to start her usual speech until her eyes fell to the new vampire before her.
The Queen of Toronto had not been startled in centuries but when he stood and looked her over, she couldn't believe her eyes. It was as if a young version of her long dead father had walked into her parlor. Her father's features had been predominant in her, but in this man, it was even more so. She stood, her dress almost identical to the one he had seen her in so long ago. "You should be dead....centuries ago..." she breathed, completely disbelieving. She had visited her father on his death bed. He had confessed to her he had a child illegitimately. Perhaps he had been trying to repent, but Elizabeth had not forgiven him and he had died fearing the flames of Hell. She had taken great pleasure in that.
She had assumed her half-brother was long dead. The poor did not live long back then. All she had was a sketch she had found in her father's things and the man from that sketch was standing before her, an immortal like she.
"Well it's nice to see you too." he commented, though he quickly took said comment back. "My apologies, your majesty. I suppose there'll be no beating around the bush as I'd thought there might be." Sebastian told her. "I'm Sebastian Thorpe and I believe that your father is mine as well." What else was there to say? He felt awkward, that was to say the least.
Elizabeth shook her head, a small smile on her lips. "No need to apologize, I myself was rude." she said, unable to keep her eyes off of him. "Come with me." she said and led him to her private office. "Please, sit." she said and went to a wall, pressing it and it opened to a wine selection. She was trying to collect her thoughts as she poured them each a glass, though how could she? She set a glass of red wine in front of him then sat in her chair, sipping her own glass. Elizabeth was still silent as she went into a drawer of her desk and pulled out a small frame. Behind the glass was a very old drawing. She handed it to Bastian.
He sat as she'd offered him to and watched as she sat the wine before him and settled in her chair. His eyes were on her hand as it moved to the drawer and she removed the drawing from her desk. He reached out to take it, his brows furrowing a bit as he looked into a drawn version of his own eyes. He could feel the muscles in his jaw tighten a bit as he looked over it. After a moment of silence, he let out a little breath and his eyes traveled to Elizabeth's face. "Where did you find this?"
The Queen watched him closely as he looked at the drawing. She had kept it over the centuries as it was all she had of the brother she had never known. As much as she had hated her father after he had married her off to that awful bastard, she never faulted her brother for her father's sins. "It was in my father's things...I took most everything when he died as my mother had died years before him." she said.
"Seems odd that he'd think to draw a picture of me when he barely spoke two words to me my whole life." he muttered, handing the drawing back to her. "I suppose you won't need much proof then that I am who I say I am then will you?" he questioned.
She took the drawing and put it back in her desk, locking the drawer. "A DNA test to confirm what we both know." she said. Elizabeth sipped her wine again, eyeing him. "Why have you found me now?" she asked, wondering if he had some kind of angle.
"I saw you a long, long time ago. Once." he told her. "It was you, and your mother, that made me realize he wasn't who he said he was. He presented himself as a man named Thorpe. Which is the reason my mother took that name and gave it to me. When she died, it and the fact that he worked at a castle was about the only thing I had to go on to find him. So I searched and eventually came across him at the market with you and your mother and I realized that he wasn't just a busy man, but a man with another life entirely." he sighed. "And as much as I hated him for it, I didn't want to cause problems for you or your mother or any other children he might have had." he explained. "So for years I just didn't care what happened to him or any of his family. And when I was turned, I just let myself push it deeper and eventually I thought that you all must be dead at that point. And I still didn't know his name. Not his real name. I guess a while ago I wanted to know more about where I came from and it led me to finally uncovering the fact that the name I'd been searching for wasn't even his and then I uncovered his true identity and your name and searching you led me here. I don't even know why I'm here honestly."
Elizabeth listened to his story and the anger she felt for her father burned just a little bit hotter inside of her. "You're here because you are my brother and somehow we both managed to survive this long. It would be foolish not to be family when we are all the family we have." she said as she set down her wine glass. "Sebastian....please stay here at my court." Elizabeth couldn't believe how badly she wanted him to stay. It had been a long time since she had felt so much emotion and she didn't want to let him go.
He supposed that she was right. He did miss having a family. Really the only family he felt he'd ever had was his mother and Lucille, both long since dead. Elizabeth was family, no matter how that had come to pass. "Alright." he found himself agreeing without any coercion at all. "I'll stay. I'm at a hotel at the moment, but it won't take much to find residence here."
A smile came to her lips, a true smile. "If course it will not as you will live here....I have an amazing suite I think will suit you quite nicely." she said, her eyes, identical to his, dancing. "You will want for nothing here, I assure you."
He blinked a little at her invitation to live in the palace. It was one thing to be family, but another to be invited to reside with the queen of Toronto. "You really don't have to do that. I'm more than capable of finding residence somewhere fairly easily." he assured her, though he didn't want to turn her down when she was being so generous. "I do appreciate the offer." he told her.
"Sebastian, please, do not be put off by my position." she said with a smile. "You are my brother. We have centuries to catch up on and this is the life you should of had over 400 years ago...Please allow me to give you what our father never did."
He found it hard to argue with the woman so, despite his want to take care of himself, he nodded a little. "Alright." he told her. "Then I accept the offer to stay here, but only if it's not too much trouble." Sebastian said, searching her as if to question if she was just doing this to repent for her father's sins.
Elizabeth smiled and stood. "I assure you it is no trouble as all." she said as she stepped around her desk. "Come...We have much to discuss while I show you your new home." It had been a long time since she had been this happy and excited. Perhaps her brother could bring back more of the humanity she had lost a long time ago.