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noirenewyork2014-02-19 12:42 am
allaloneinthemoonlight) wrote in noirenewyork2014-02-19 12:42 am
"Stone cold crazy."
Who: Seamus O'Reilly and Greg Kent
What: Out of control
Where: Carlisle Estate
When: Follows THIS and THIS
It had been a few days since Seamus made the decision to stay away from Luka so he didn't cause Jett more discontent. The thing was, Seamus was somewhat notorious for being a very calm Kindred. In his Kindred life, he could count on one hand the amount of frenzies he had, and most of those had been when he had been a childer learning to cope with being taken against his will (albeit, a better option than drowning). The theory was that his soul link was to music, which brought him a contentment most didn't have the luxury of. It was true, music was within him. Without it, he would have ended his Kindred life. It was what calmed him, and as a result, he had always been one of the safest Kindred to be around.
He was also somewhat skeptical in that knowledge that he would find a soul mate. At least, a human one that wasn't developed in a symphony or on sheet music. When the other Kindred in his inner circle began to make noises that there was a chance Luka could be his soul mate, he hadn't exactly scoffed at it, but he had definitely not believed it because it seemed like a crazy as fuck notion. About as likely as finding the Holy Grail. He had thought steering clear of Luka was best for both Luka and Jett, and he had gone on his merry wee way diving into his music to try to distract himself to the lingering niggle in his gut that he put down to worrying about Luka after he had been sick.
The first night, he had been okay... ish. He hadn't been in the best of moods and even had an argument with Xavier about basically nothing that simply boiled down to him disrespecting Xavier inadvertently. The second night, he had wandered the streets of New York searching for a feed, but nothing gave him the senses that it would satisfy his hunger. He ended up more stalking the streets and fed from some random person and then wiped their mind of it. It was careless and normally he would feel guilt over an action like that, but he had returned to the manor without giving the mortal a second thought. The third night, he spent in the music room playing basically every angry song in the history of music and when it didn't placate him, he tore the drapes off the curtains with his claws and frenzied, smashing one of Xavier's prized stained glass windows.
And now it was the fourth night, and something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He had away from his day sleep feeling on edge. Feeding didn't help, so he tried again and ended up overpowering one of the maids, scaring the shit out of her. He stopped mid-feed and looked at the woman. She looked terrified, but she was also not Luka. Why wasn't she Luka? It was then that something felt like it was tearing him up inside, and with his Kindred light speed, he was soon tearing through the manor, but Xavier was nowhere to be found. Instead, Greg was in the sitting room and Seamus pounced on him with such strength, he knocked the seat back Greg was sitting on and he was now straddled over him, hands gripped at the collar of Greg's expensive shirt. He was about a step away from a frenzy, and he was terrified inside.
"HELP ME! HELP ME!" he screamed in his face, fangs bared as he gripped at Greg for dear life.
What: Out of control
Where: Carlisle Estate
When: Follows THIS and THIS
It had been a few days since Seamus made the decision to stay away from Luka so he didn't cause Jett more discontent. The thing was, Seamus was somewhat notorious for being a very calm Kindred. In his Kindred life, he could count on one hand the amount of frenzies he had, and most of those had been when he had been a childer learning to cope with being taken against his will (albeit, a better option than drowning). The theory was that his soul link was to music, which brought him a contentment most didn't have the luxury of. It was true, music was within him. Without it, he would have ended his Kindred life. It was what calmed him, and as a result, he had always been one of the safest Kindred to be around.
He was also somewhat skeptical in that knowledge that he would find a soul mate. At least, a human one that wasn't developed in a symphony or on sheet music. When the other Kindred in his inner circle began to make noises that there was a chance Luka could be his soul mate, he hadn't exactly scoffed at it, but he had definitely not believed it because it seemed like a crazy as fuck notion. About as likely as finding the Holy Grail. He had thought steering clear of Luka was best for both Luka and Jett, and he had gone on his merry wee way diving into his music to try to distract himself to the lingering niggle in his gut that he put down to worrying about Luka after he had been sick.
The first night, he had been okay... ish. He hadn't been in the best of moods and even had an argument with Xavier about basically nothing that simply boiled down to him disrespecting Xavier inadvertently. The second night, he had wandered the streets of New York searching for a feed, but nothing gave him the senses that it would satisfy his hunger. He ended up more stalking the streets and fed from some random person and then wiped their mind of it. It was careless and normally he would feel guilt over an action like that, but he had returned to the manor without giving the mortal a second thought. The third night, he spent in the music room playing basically every angry song in the history of music and when it didn't placate him, he tore the drapes off the curtains with his claws and frenzied, smashing one of Xavier's prized stained glass windows.
And now it was the fourth night, and something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He had away from his day sleep feeling on edge. Feeding didn't help, so he tried again and ended up overpowering one of the maids, scaring the shit out of her. He stopped mid-feed and looked at the woman. She looked terrified, but she was also not Luka. Why wasn't she Luka? It was then that something felt like it was tearing him up inside, and with his Kindred light speed, he was soon tearing through the manor, but Xavier was nowhere to be found. Instead, Greg was in the sitting room and Seamus pounced on him with such strength, he knocked the seat back Greg was sitting on and he was now straddled over him, hands gripped at the collar of Greg's expensive shirt. He was about a step away from a frenzy, and he was terrified inside.
"HELP ME! HELP ME!" he screamed in his face, fangs bared as he gripped at Greg for dear life.
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He watched as the torment of tasting his lover's blood and just... stopping hit Seamus hard, and Greg could tell. He spoke in calm, gentle tones, reassuring Seamus that he was doing the right thing. "Good, Seam. Just like that. Just enough. We're not going to let him die, okay? He's going to make it. Just stay with him. He will know somehow that you're here. Your presences is good for him." He was quiet then, moving to rest his hand on Seamus' shoulder quietly to let the other Kindred know that he was there, and he had his back. "He's going to make it. His life is weak, but he is still here."