Caspian Finn (crowisfear) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2015-03-12 16:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | eric draven, zz:status complete |
Old noises (Narrative)
Music wafted through an open door and on to the sidewalk like the gentle waves lapping the shore of a pristine beach. It was a warning feeling, comforting. Even despite the fact that the person creating it was mediocre at best. Music was music, though, and for a man that spent most of his mortal life making it, hearing it being played again like that brought all of the memories to the forefront of his mind.
Eric liked to think he could push away the memories, store the feelings in the depths of his mind. He still became surprised once in a while when something so minute dredged them up from where he had put them with no intent on allowing them to resurface.
Life had a funny way of reminding you what you used to be with subtle cues and forgotten promises.
Like a shadow, Eric lingered in the darkness of the open doorway of the small, local music lounge as it touched the sidewalk. A shoulder pressed lightly against the frame and he listened. Nobody would have known he was there, like the shadows he came from he exists solely in the night. Macklyn had given him the sun, and yet Eric still lived for the night time and the shadows.
A stumble over a note and Eric smiled. He could see the stage from the doorway, the youth perched on a stool with an acoustic guitar pulled tight against his bent legs and long torso. The kid wasn't even looking up at the two people that had been brave enough to grace the vacant area before the stage itself. No, his eyes were focused on his fingers.
Eric could hear his heart over the music. Each breath the youth took, the smell of sweat, alcohol and cigarettes. Things Eric used to like and didn't care for now.
When the song ended, Eric nodded. The kid looked up and around, grinning like a fool. "Good for him," the hybrid breathed from the shadow. Then Eric turned and vanished into the night, moving off to contemplate the rest of the evenings affairs.
Bran flapped his wings and pushed from the roof, soaring after Eric as the vampire hybrid moved swiftly down the sidewalk. Only when they were approaching the yard to the small house Macklyn had chosen did they meet. The bird landed on a shoulder and both entered the abode with other things on their mind than sleep.