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Mar. 2nd, 2014 04:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodstainedheart"Benjamin, something horrific has happened. I need you to come to the estate as a matter of urgency. Trystan has devoured Skye and he would have taken her had Greg not intervened. He has harmed Greg and I cannot trust myself to guide Trystan without severely harming him. We do not know if Skye will survive. You are Ventrue, you can guide him in Greg's absence. I cannot leave his side, for I fear what I may do if left to my own decision. I desperately need you help."
"I was standing... you were there..."
Feb. 2nd, 2014 11:13 pmdesperatebelieverWho: Luka Delaney, Jett Wilson and Seamus O'Reilly (later with Xavier Carlisle, Molly Pierce and Ben Knight)
What: Two worlds colliding
Where: NYC Kindred HQ
When: In the wake of THIS
After intercepting Molly Pierce which pretty much led to her attempt to brush him off, Luka never really expected her to relent on anything. In fact, after that, he had tried to get away from her, resolute in the fact she wasn't going to help him like she helped Jett and he even tried to fight her elaboration on the whole thing. He used to be such a quiet and together kid, but these days, his mind was all over the place, at best, and he developed a habit of being hooked on his prescription pain medication to numb some of the inner conflict.
But she had relented, he just wasn't sure on what. She told him to promise not to top himself last night, to get some sleep, and meet her back in that same spot the next evening at the same time. Luka didn't sleep. He barely slept much these days with insomnia plaguing him, and then the only time he would crash out would be when he got so exhausted he was almost losing his mind. Last night, nightmares had overridden everything. Flashbacks of Afghanistan, and then the night he got raped because it was fresh in his mind after Molly had pulled him into an alley. So, he freaked, but he admitted she wasn't to know it would trigger shit for him. In saying that, most shit triggered things for him, and it was why he wanted to just... shut himself off for good.
Here they were again, though, and he was silent, pushing himself right into the corner of the elevator with his arms crossed over his chest defensively as they rode up something like 30 stories. He hated heights. He wordlessly followed her up a long corridor and then there were glass security doors the lead into a large marble-floored foyer after fingerprint recognition got Molly in. Once in the foyer, Luka expected to the strip-searched or something, and he desperately hoped they wouldn't want an internal. Instead, he just had to give his name, his address (the hotel anyway) and give his fingerprints for the security register. What the fuck was this Mission Impossible fuckery?
And they were let in through another door by a butler-looking dude in an expensive suit and they were in this large apartment place. It was huge, open-planned with a large conference table to one side of the room and a living area with sprawling leather lounge and wall-sized TV screen and bar. He stepped inside behind Molly, hands buried deep in his pockets and looked around in awe. This place was fucking amazing... and they also weren't alone.
What: Two worlds colliding
Where: NYC Kindred HQ
When: In the wake of THIS
After intercepting Molly Pierce which pretty much led to her attempt to brush him off, Luka never really expected her to relent on anything. In fact, after that, he had tried to get away from her, resolute in the fact she wasn't going to help him like she helped Jett and he even tried to fight her elaboration on the whole thing. He used to be such a quiet and together kid, but these days, his mind was all over the place, at best, and he developed a habit of being hooked on his prescription pain medication to numb some of the inner conflict.
But she had relented, he just wasn't sure on what. She told him to promise not to top himself last night, to get some sleep, and meet her back in that same spot the next evening at the same time. Luka didn't sleep. He barely slept much these days with insomnia plaguing him, and then the only time he would crash out would be when he got so exhausted he was almost losing his mind. Last night, nightmares had overridden everything. Flashbacks of Afghanistan, and then the night he got raped because it was fresh in his mind after Molly had pulled him into an alley. So, he freaked, but he admitted she wasn't to know it would trigger shit for him. In saying that, most shit triggered things for him, and it was why he wanted to just... shut himself off for good.
Here they were again, though, and he was silent, pushing himself right into the corner of the elevator with his arms crossed over his chest defensively as they rode up something like 30 stories. He hated heights. He wordlessly followed her up a long corridor and then there were glass security doors the lead into a large marble-floored foyer after fingerprint recognition got Molly in. Once in the foyer, Luka expected to the strip-searched or something, and he desperately hoped they wouldn't want an internal. Instead, he just had to give his name, his address (the hotel anyway) and give his fingerprints for the security register. What the fuck was this Mission Impossible fuckery?
And they were let in through another door by a butler-looking dude in an expensive suit and they were in this large apartment place. It was huge, open-planned with a large conference table to one side of the room and a living area with sprawling leather lounge and wall-sized TV screen and bar. He stepped inside behind Molly, hands buried deep in his pockets and looked around in awe. This place was fucking amazing... and they also weren't alone.
recklessknightWho? Ben and Eric Knight
What? When the shit hits the fan
When? Right after this
Where? Knightshead HQ
Eric was honestly afraid. And he had every right to be as far as he was concerned. Ben was very, very serious about his Princely duties, and Kindred law was pretty clear about what happened when you Embraced someone against their will. Granted, Eric hadn't done the actual Embracing, but he may as well have, considering that he'd forced his lover into it in a frenzy. Logan's only choices had been to Embrace Asher or die right there on the spot.
Regardless, Ben had left no question that he wanted to see Eric, and right this fucking minute, too. He'd insisted on fifteen minutes, and Eric had made it in ten. But it took him nearly the remaining five minutes to work himself up to buzzing the doorbell. This could seriously be the end of his unlife... Final Death. And he wasn't in any hurry to speed that up. But there was nothing else he could do now but press the button to ring the bell.
What? When the shit hits the fan
When? Right after this
Where? Knightshead HQ
Eric was honestly afraid. And he had every right to be as far as he was concerned. Ben was very, very serious about his Princely duties, and Kindred law was pretty clear about what happened when you Embraced someone against their will. Granted, Eric hadn't done the actual Embracing, but he may as well have, considering that he'd forced his lover into it in a frenzy. Logan's only choices had been to Embrace Asher or die right there on the spot.
Regardless, Ben had left no question that he wanted to see Eric, and right this fucking minute, too. He'd insisted on fifteen minutes, and Eric had made it in ten. But it took him nearly the remaining five minutes to work himself up to buzzing the doorbell. This could seriously be the end of his unlife... Final Death. And he wasn't in any hurry to speed that up. But there was nothing else he could do now but press the button to ring the bell.
"Say something, I'm giving up on you."
Feb. 1st, 2014 12:49 amshadowedknightWho: 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.
shadowedknightWho: Benjamin Knight and Molly Pierce
What: In which SRS BSNS is distracting from funtimes
Where: Ben's office, the Knight (and company) home
When: A few days after Emmeline's arrival in New York
Molly's day had been relatively uneventful, despite having spent most of the day with Eric, trying, on Ben's behalf, to find out exactly what it was that was up with his younger brother. Eric had been extremely evasive, in such a way that, anyone who wasn't one of them would've probably bought it. But Molly knew Eric well, and had for years, even having butted heads with him along the way before rising to the rank of Primogen and taking his brother as her lover. The pair had put aside their differences along the way, and were now relatively good friends. So, while Eric had carried on the conversation almost flawlessly along the way, Molly still knew that something was going on with him. Though exactly what, she wasn't sure.
Still, having nothing to report to Ben when he was dead set on finding something out was going to be a less than pleasurable experience if Molly couldn't get him distracted with thoughts of other things along the way. It was with that in mind that she moved silently through the hallways until she came to the door of his office. If breathing had been a necessity for her, Molly would've taken a deep breath to steady her nerves. But as it were, she just paused for a moment before opening the door and walking in, without even a knock.
( No one was there, but Ben was on what seemed to be a very important phone call... )
TBC...
What: In which SRS BSNS is distracting from funtimes
Where: Ben's office, the Knight (and company) home
When: A few days after Emmeline's arrival in New York
Molly's day had been relatively uneventful, despite having spent most of the day with Eric, trying, on Ben's behalf, to find out exactly what it was that was up with his younger brother. Eric had been extremely evasive, in such a way that, anyone who wasn't one of them would've probably bought it. But Molly knew Eric well, and had for years, even having butted heads with him along the way before rising to the rank of Primogen and taking his brother as her lover. The pair had put aside their differences along the way, and were now relatively good friends. So, while Eric had carried on the conversation almost flawlessly along the way, Molly still knew that something was going on with him. Though exactly what, she wasn't sure.
Still, having nothing to report to Ben when he was dead set on finding something out was going to be a less than pleasurable experience if Molly couldn't get him distracted with thoughts of other things along the way. It was with that in mind that she moved silently through the hallways until she came to the door of his office. If breathing had been a necessity for her, Molly would've taken a deep breath to steady her nerves. But as it were, she just paused for a moment before opening the door and walking in, without even a knock.
( No one was there, but Ben was on what seemed to be a very important phone call... )
TBC...