_resurgence_ (_resurgence_) wrote in the_obscured, @ 2014-08-25 14:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | dahlia thomas, janos bartol |
Daddy's Home
Who: Janos and Dahlia
When: Friday August 1st - Wee hours of the night
Where: Sete de Viata
Warnings: Language for sure. Janos has a fondness for flowery words
Status: Closed, Ongoing
Was it true that all work and no play made Johnny a dull boy? Probably. But Janos was not Johnny, and Janos was never dull. Besides, Johnny is probably dull by nature. Janos, on the other hand; well, we’ve already been through this. Work however, had become dull, and Janos was ready for a break. Work hard, play harder. And besides, he had people to see. One of which had been in his head incessantly. Good thing she was so amusing.
Sete de VIiata. It had been a while. The last time he’d come it had been a whirlwind in and out, just dropping the girl off. This time he would stay awhile. His intentions of doing so were pretty clear by the way he made himself right at home. A boot just inside the front door, another a few feet away, a shirt dropped, belted jeans, and then… no more. Underwear were a nuisance he rarely concerned himself about.
All these things led, haphazardly toward the nearest shower. But Janos was no longer in there. Instead he was strewn, carelessly naked, on a couch, chatting with a few of his old chums. They asked about his travels, and was it true he could fly everywhere now, and he asked about the girl he had deposited… had anyone been showing her the ropes? Aside from the occasional oddness in his head, Well, the oddness that wasn’t his own, he knew nothing about her. He knew her face, and her smell, and he knew that she was a flower. Yes. But what else was there to know? Did she still paint, he wondered, and thought of the painting he had stashed away in the attic.
Funny how time flies when you reach the 100 year mark. Already, Janos was a fifth of the way toward a second century. Life was good! Eternal youth and the undead life were even better. Had Dahlia figured any of that out yet? Or did she pine for her human life? Well, if she didn’t bring herself out soon, he’d have to go… oh wait a minute. He knew how to do this.
He closed his eyes, shutting out the chatter around him, and sought her out. “Come out, come out wherever you are,” he called, sing-songy to her, deep within his own mind.