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Feb. 2nd, 2014 03:56 pm
"Say something, I'm giving up on you."
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shadowedknightWho: Benjamin Knight and Asher Rose with Xavier Carlisle
What: The moment of truth
Where: Kindred Council HQ, New York City
When: Thursday night
It was one of those rare moments that Ben was alone and afforded some peace. It didn't happen very often, but that was the name of the game when you were a Kindred Prince of the City. He never really rested in the night time hours, but Kindred rarely did. The day was when they rested, avoiding the hours of daylight and existing at night. It was why the true meaning of the City That Never Sleeps was actually born of a Kindred concept. The humans just believed they invented it. Humans believed they invented many things that were work of Kindred, but that was the very essence of The Masquerade.
Molly had left a little while ago. Ben had been far from content ever since his brother and his Scottish lover had begun acting very peculiarly. In was one thing after another lately, and now Molly's new childer was starting to find his Kindred feet, and with that sparked his true inner Brujah, which basically translated into a defiant pain in the ass. However, he wasn't a bad guy at all. Far from it, in fact. Molly just had to find that healthy balance of Siring a strong-willed Brujah that was now her own blood, and hopefully with no more human casualties because Xavier had borderline frenzied when his Vessel was harmed and he would have been well within his rights to attack Molly for it. Thank fuck Xav was extremely poised and kept his shit together, removing himself from the situation rather than igniting more aggression, although not without very threatening fangs because poised as he was, Ben knew Xav had a really vicious streak when frenzied. He was the eldest in their Council and therefore very powerful. No one needed that bloodshed.
He had just sat down on the leather lounge by the large wall of windows that looked out of the highrise over the City when the doorbell rang. Ben's apartment was the penthouse of the Knightshead Liquor corporations building, and acted as the Kindred Council HQ. He made the mistake of believing he had a few moments of tranquillity, but no one who didn't have authorisation to get to the penthouse could get to the doorbell without making it through strict security checks and protocols, so whoever it was had reason to be there. He got up with a shake of his and went to answer the door, but he couldn't have anticipated what the fuck would be there when he did.
There was Asher Rose, Toreador without a fucking doubt because he was immaculate, and in his arms was an unfamiliar guy, unconscious with his head resting against Asher's chest. Just behind them, Xavier was standing, giving Ben a piercing gaze, but his face was unreadable. The worst part was, though, that Asher was dripping in both Logan and Eric's scent. Ben knew that that shit was about to hit the proverbial fan and there would be no peace for him that night. He just stepped aside and wordlessly gestured them inside with his hand. "Who is the mortal?" he asked right off the bat.
What: The moment of truth
Where: Kindred Council HQ, New York City
When: Thursday night
It was one of those rare moments that Ben was alone and afforded some peace. It didn't happen very often, but that was the name of the game when you were a Kindred Prince of the City. He never really rested in the night time hours, but Kindred rarely did. The day was when they rested, avoiding the hours of daylight and existing at night. It was why the true meaning of the City That Never Sleeps was actually born of a Kindred concept. The humans just believed they invented it. Humans believed they invented many things that were work of Kindred, but that was the very essence of The Masquerade.
Molly had left a little while ago. Ben had been far from content ever since his brother and his Scottish lover had begun acting very peculiarly. In was one thing after another lately, and now Molly's new childer was starting to find his Kindred feet, and with that sparked his true inner Brujah, which basically translated into a defiant pain in the ass. However, he wasn't a bad guy at all. Far from it, in fact. Molly just had to find that healthy balance of Siring a strong-willed Brujah that was now her own blood, and hopefully with no more human casualties because Xavier had borderline frenzied when his Vessel was harmed and he would have been well within his rights to attack Molly for it. Thank fuck Xav was extremely poised and kept his shit together, removing himself from the situation rather than igniting more aggression, although not without very threatening fangs because poised as he was, Ben knew Xav had a really vicious streak when frenzied. He was the eldest in their Council and therefore very powerful. No one needed that bloodshed.
He had just sat down on the leather lounge by the large wall of windows that looked out of the highrise over the City when the doorbell rang. Ben's apartment was the penthouse of the Knightshead Liquor corporations building, and acted as the Kindred Council HQ. He made the mistake of believing he had a few moments of tranquillity, but no one who didn't have authorisation to get to the penthouse could get to the doorbell without making it through strict security checks and protocols, so whoever it was had reason to be there. He got up with a shake of his and went to answer the door, but he couldn't have anticipated what the fuck would be there when he did.
There was Asher Rose, Toreador without a fucking doubt because he was immaculate, and in his arms was an unfamiliar guy, unconscious with his head resting against Asher's chest. Just behind them, Xavier was standing, giving Ben a piercing gaze, but his face was unreadable. The worst part was, though, that Asher was dripping in both Logan and Eric's scent. Ben knew that that shit was about to hit the proverbial fan and there would be no peace for him that night. He just stepped aside and wordlessly gestured them inside with his hand. "Who is the mortal?" he asked right off the bat.
"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."
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muserevival ♠ Quote of the Day 035.
Jan. 23rd, 2014 11:45 pmbloodstainedheartHERE @ muserevival
“Flowers are happy things.”
- P. G. Wodehouse
The past few days - or nights, rather - had been restless for Xavier. He had things on his mind and he had a tendency to brood through things. He wasn't audacious, by any means. He was more of the cool, calm and collected sort, much to the often stereotypical traits of his Clan. It was also another reason why Greg had proven to be the Yin to his Yang. They could truly be polar opposites more often than not, and it went with Xavier's true belief that soul mates were not intended to match, but compliment both each other's strengths and their weaknesses with a bold balance to build a sturdy foundation of literally forever together.
( When he got into one of these 'moods', as Greg would simple put it, there was only one thing that could really placate and soothe him... )
“Flowers are happy things.”
- P. G. Wodehouse
The past few days - or nights, rather - had been restless for Xavier. He had things on his mind and he had a tendency to brood through things. He wasn't audacious, by any means. He was more of the cool, calm and collected sort, much to the often stereotypical traits of his Clan. It was also another reason why Greg had proven to be the Yin to his Yang. They could truly be polar opposites more often than not, and it went with Xavier's true belief that soul mates were not intended to match, but compliment both each other's strengths and their weaknesses with a bold balance to build a sturdy foundation of literally forever together.
( When he got into one of these 'moods', as Greg would simple put it, there was only one thing that could really placate and soothe him... )
[TEXT TO Xavier Carlisle]
Jan. 23rd, 2014 12:58 amchangedlikearemixSo, as I sit here at a gay bar on the prowl for something fresh, I've found myself ending up judging their clothes based on whether or not you'd let me out of the house in them. And I find myself also wondering -- Darling, are you yourself the origin of the word "fabulous"? Because the word itself always brings to mind a picture of you, and also you're old enough to be the origin of some words.
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Jan. 17th, 2014 08:35 pmkindredprinceGoing to visit one of my favourite people of all time. And what a very long time it has been...
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Jan. 17th, 2014 03:03 ambloodstainedheartWould some kind soul like to take my other half off me for, say, a week? Just until he gets over spontaneously serenading me with a song apparently called 'Royals'. He is house-trained, I promise.
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Jan. 14th, 2014 12:55 ambloodstainedheartContaminated blood and error of judgement. I do despise the Kindred form of food poisoning. To sleep it off and await the pain to ease.
[TEXT TO Xavier Carlisle]
Jan. 12th, 2014 10:26 amdarkgreeneHi, lovely... Any chance I might be able to drop by in the next night or two for a ride? It's been a rough few days, and I really need to clear my head.