Shannon Pryce Kerr (bloody_seer) wrote in theyearspassed, @ 2011-07-16 13:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | callum, shannon |
November 9, 2056
Who: Callum and Shannon
When: A little after 9PM
What: That's what I get
Where: Wertheimpark
Today was the second time, since being turned, that he had woken before the sun set. Tucked behind the mansion walls, they were all safe, and sound, thanks to the enchanted windows covering each floor of the impressive Dutch home. He was to meet Callum, and just like the time before, his brother was give priority over his own comfort. It hadn't mattered that he had been restless while sleeping, thanks to the meeting with Raymond--James, whatever the hell he was calling himself now, just days before. Shannon's mind was riddled with questions, worries, and anxiety. The fact that he had wanted to kill that man, it had scared him a little. No, they weren't close, but he was still family, and if he could barely contain himself then, what did that show was in store for those closest to him? At times he really did feel far too dangerous, and something needed to be done about that. The control issue he was having, it needed to be reigned in, and fast. With Callum at least, he knew that he didn't pose much of a threat, they were both vampires, both young, and both carrying enough tension between them, that if they came to blows, it was likely that either would be able to keep much of an upper hand. Shannon was hoping they would be able to avoid that, and that instead they could talk about all the shit that had gone on between them. Very soon he would face him, and find out whether his hopes were in vain, or not.
For several months now, Shannon had taken to cutting his own hair. It wasn't even that he was being cheap, for whatever reason, he liked being able to take clippers to the sides of his head, and just banish all that hair away. It didn't hurt that he had a seriously thick head of hair, and that if he happened to slip, he could even it up, without it looking too thinned out. Dom had snickered at him, when he stepped out into the main entrance hall, dressed, with his hair looking as though it had been styled a hundred years before. A greaser, Dom had called him, which was fitting, seeing as he was usually dirty to some degree, covered in muck from the cars he so loved to get his hands. Like usual, he hopped onto one of Vivian's Indians, and took off into the night, Callum was expecting him to be at the park by nine, and he intended to be waiting.
Wertheimpark looked disappointing at night, as most places did. All the tones of black, and gray took away from it's normal beauty. The frail state of Autumn didn't exactly help to ease the eeriness the place had about it either. A shell of it's shelf, he thought. Walking past the sphinxes that guarded the entrance, his feet crunched against the fallen leaves that littered the path, nearly invisible beneath them. Even the World War II memorial looked like something sinister under the night sky. The moon, and stars shimmered up at him, in the broken glass slab that covered a portion of the ground. Shannon would have to try, and remember it as it was when he, and Eden had come to visit one day. The sun was high, it had been warm, and they had spent hours walking around together. Her shoulders had been bare, but she had left her hair down, and wore boots instead of heels. Looking around, he tried for a moment to find the tree they had eaten lunch under. Their backs pressed together, propping one another up, while they had eaten slices of apple, and some expensive cheese he had nicked from the mansion. As out of place as he had felt there on their date, it had been one of his favorite afternoons.