Jan. 26th, 2014
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muserevival Word of the Day 037
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monsterthatyouseeBewilder
v. 1. to confuse or puzzle completely; perplex.
I think I need some time away. Not that I, by any means, want to give up being the Primogen of my Clan. It is an honor, and a great responsibility, and not one that I take lightly. I do not even mean to say that I want to leave so long as to miss the important goings on of the Council. But I need to get back to my roots and get my head back into line. Why? Because I'm relatively certain I'm losing my fucking mind. Because truly, what else could be the explanation for the fact that I was actually distracted from important Kindred business in a Council meeting by the very new Childer of the Brujah Primogen?
( Literally moments after my arrival, the Prince's lover's Childer joined us in the Council room... )
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v. 1. to confuse or puzzle completely; perplex.
I think I need some time away. Not that I, by any means, want to give up being the Primogen of my Clan. It is an honor, and a great responsibility, and not one that I take lightly. I do not even mean to say that I want to leave so long as to miss the important goings on of the Council. But I need to get back to my roots and get my head back into line. Why? Because I'm relatively certain I'm losing my fucking mind. Because truly, what else could be the explanation for the fact that I was actually distracted from important Kindred business in a Council meeting by the very new Childer of the Brujah Primogen?
( Literally moments after my arrival, the Prince's lover's Childer joined us in the Council room... )
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Jan. 26th, 2014 09:48 pmitsmylifeHERE @ muserevival
“When people are very damaged, they can often meet the world with a kind of defiance.”
- J. K. Rowling
Jett wasn't purposefully being defiant, but there was something about this guy that was really rubbing him up the wrong way. Jett was a Brujah childer, so the very process of him learning was going to be cause for some frustration. Defiance was just a Clan trait, and apparently any sort of dig that he was less than intelligent or knowledgeable was going to spark his Brujah streak that had been bubbling away under the surface for days now. The first few weeks of his Kindred life, he had been subdued and passive... to Molly. To everyone else, he had picked up quickly that he wasn't beholding to them. He translated that into the fact he didn't have to sit around and cop patronising shit off some Grangrel punk trying to make out he was better than him.
( There was also the fact that Jett needed a lot of sustenance being a strengthening childer, so his temper was probably raw to triggering in any sense... )
“When people are very damaged, they can often meet the world with a kind of defiance.”
- J. K. Rowling
Jett wasn't purposefully being defiant, but there was something about this guy that was really rubbing him up the wrong way. Jett was a Brujah childer, so the very process of him learning was going to be cause for some frustration. Defiance was just a Clan trait, and apparently any sort of dig that he was less than intelligent or knowledgeable was going to spark his Brujah streak that had been bubbling away under the surface for days now. The first few weeks of his Kindred life, he had been subdued and passive... to Molly. To everyone else, he had picked up quickly that he wasn't beholding to them. He translated that into the fact he didn't have to sit around and cop patronising shit off some Grangrel punk trying to make out he was better than him.
( There was also the fact that Jett needed a lot of sustenance being a strengthening childer, so his temper was probably raw to triggering in any sense... )
@ muserevival | 053.1. Muse prompt
Jan. 26th, 2014 10:38 pmshowmeheavenHERE @ muserevival
"Some die just to live." - Immortality, Eddie Vedder
Skye had an insanely infuriating day of trying to counteract a patch of writers block where she just couldn't get a decent paragraph to string together before she was getting tempted to throw her laptop at the wall and go out to get drunk. It was in a string of texts to both Xavier and Greg where she had beenbitching and moaning lamenting her Basic Bitch Human problems that Xavier told her to take the rest of the day away from her writing and come meet him and Greg at the Kindred HQ after their meeting. From there, she would get the limo home to the manor in Westchester with them (a vehicle she had jokingly nicknamed the "Batmobile") and watch some cheesy movie while she ate some awesome meal the chef made and they snacked on each other. Sounded like the perfect stress-reliever to her.
( She arrived before the meeting was over, so she grabbed a to-go coffee from the cafe across the road and then headed up to the roof of the building for a cigarette... )
"Some die just to live." - Immortality, Eddie Vedder
Skye had an insanely infuriating day of trying to counteract a patch of writers block where she just couldn't get a decent paragraph to string together before she was getting tempted to throw her laptop at the wall and go out to get drunk. It was in a string of texts to both Xavier and Greg where she had been
( She arrived before the meeting was over, so she grabbed a to-go coffee from the cafe across the road and then headed up to the roof of the building for a cigarette... )
"I'll be your warrior of care."
Jan. 26th, 2014 11:33 pmbloodstainedheartWho: Xavier Carlisle, Skye Love (and later Greg Kent)
What: Children should be seen and not heard
Where: En route to the Carlisle Estate, Westchester
When: Follows THIS and THIS
Xavier had the patience of a Saint. That much was evident in his choice of mate. However, when his temper had a reason to be arced up, there was no doubt about it that he could be very, very dangerous if he needed to be. He was the eldest of the Primogens on the Council, and therefore he did command a level of respect. Even Ben often sought Xavier's guidance in his decisions as Prince on the regular.
So, exiting the board room of the Council meet to find Skye slumped over unconscious in one of the cushy leather chairs in the waiting area just by the door to Ben's office, Xavier's temper had most definitely snapped. He had swooped over to her, checking for a pulse, and Jett's scent was dripping off her. Jett, whom Molly had just been fretting about when he had disappeared from the meeting room without word. Xavier had scooped Skye up into his arms, and before any of his colleagues had a chance to approached, his protective mechanisms were kicking in. Eyes a vicious silver and fangs bared, they knew not to come a step closer or they wouldn't live to tell the tale. Molly was pierced with the most ferocious of glares and even earned a warning growl, Xavier letting her know loud and clear that he knew exactly who had harmed Skye. If she didn't pull her childer into line, Xavier would take matters into his own hands. Leaving his vessel in this state more than warranted that, as far as he was concerned.
He just left without any farewells or goodbyes. Everyone knew better than to get in his way when he was primed. He bundled Skye up into his limousine and instructed his driver to go straight home. Greg had left earlier, boredom setting in when the meeting took longer than he hoped. By the time Skye began to come around, Xavier had calmed somewhat. His fangs were retracted and his eyes back to their green/blue hue they normally were. He held her out a glass of straight brandy from the mini bar in the limousine.
"Drink," he instructed quietly. She needed something to regain her strength and it wasn't like he could make her a strong cup of coffee in a limo. "Slowly."
What: Children should be seen and not heard
Where: En route to the Carlisle Estate, Westchester
When: Follows THIS and THIS
Xavier had the patience of a Saint. That much was evident in his choice of mate. However, when his temper had a reason to be arced up, there was no doubt about it that he could be very, very dangerous if he needed to be. He was the eldest of the Primogens on the Council, and therefore he did command a level of respect. Even Ben often sought Xavier's guidance in his decisions as Prince on the regular.
So, exiting the board room of the Council meet to find Skye slumped over unconscious in one of the cushy leather chairs in the waiting area just by the door to Ben's office, Xavier's temper had most definitely snapped. He had swooped over to her, checking for a pulse, and Jett's scent was dripping off her. Jett, whom Molly had just been fretting about when he had disappeared from the meeting room without word. Xavier had scooped Skye up into his arms, and before any of his colleagues had a chance to approached, his protective mechanisms were kicking in. Eyes a vicious silver and fangs bared, they knew not to come a step closer or they wouldn't live to tell the tale. Molly was pierced with the most ferocious of glares and even earned a warning growl, Xavier letting her know loud and clear that he knew exactly who had harmed Skye. If she didn't pull her childer into line, Xavier would take matters into his own hands. Leaving his vessel in this state more than warranted that, as far as he was concerned.
He just left without any farewells or goodbyes. Everyone knew better than to get in his way when he was primed. He bundled Skye up into his limousine and instructed his driver to go straight home. Greg had left earlier, boredom setting in when the meeting took longer than he hoped. By the time Skye began to come around, Xavier had calmed somewhat. His fangs were retracted and his eyes back to their green/blue hue they normally were. He held her out a glass of straight brandy from the mini bar in the limousine.
"Drink," he instructed quietly. She needed something to regain her strength and it wasn't like he could make her a strong cup of coffee in a limo. "Slowly."