Amelia Brenton ♥ Claudia (eternaldoll) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-10-26 23:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | amelia brenton, leander durant |
Who: Amelia Brenton and Leander Durant.
What: Surprise visits and awkward meetings.
When: Night of 26/27 October.
Where: Amelia's flat.
Warnings: TBD, but there's most likely going to be some language.
Her handbag lay forgotten where she'd dumped it, still on a lone kitchen chair that had found itself sandwiched in the empty space between the kitchen and the living room for lack of space. Expensive shoes had been kicked off long before she'd even reached the kitchen and were now kissing the hallway's worn carpet. Not nearly as forgotten was a cup of tea on the kitchen table, waiting to cool off. A chair creaked when she put her bare feet on the seat to protect them against an unexplained chill and then, looking out of the window straight at the canal, she stifled a yawn. So, she'd talked to the reincarnation of Louis and while the guess had been entirely hers, she'd been right. With Lestat, there hadn't been much guessing involved. His reincarnation was the same - the larger than life attitude, the cockiness and complete disregard for others. For a while, she had wanted to play devil's advocate; he was from a different time and perhaps he was still to outgrow an outdated attitude toward women? Perhaps he was just putting up a defensive front or he just really didn't know any better? Eventually, her opinion shifted until it was plain and clear: both of them needed to suck it up. At least for now, until things weren't so fragile.
It had been the least of concerns today however - after a full day, dealing with negotiations, she had been expected to put on a nice dress, plaster on a smile and go to a gala for a purpose she'd already forgotten. Three hours later, her head was swimming with the words of a language she'd only just mastered and niceties were far from her bed. And so, she'd settled for a nice cup of tea and some soft music to go with a nightly dosage of pills before she went on to bed. And sleep would be glorious, just like the chrysanthemums - red and yet to bloom - bought for complete bargain earlier in the day. Her head dipped down and rubbed against her forearm to stifle yet another yawn.
The hour was late, but she knew that for vampires, the night had only begun. But right now, that too seemed far removed from her bed. In this life, anyway. Sluggish hands finally reached for tea and brought it up to her lips. A careful sip from the apple and cinnamon infused brew, after which she let out an appreciative moan. Sudden noise however, was enough to bring out a delayed startle. After her feet were back on the cold tiles, she rose from her seat, staring out into a half darkened apartment. "Who's there?"