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"I was disappearing in plain sight."
Jan. 11th, 2014 01:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
abeautifulnightmareWho: Asher Rose, Saxon Stirling, Emmeline Laurent and Lilah Ryckaert
What: Out of the Kindred closet
Where: Lilah's office
When: Late Friday night
That week, Asheresque had just debuted a tantalising hint of the new line that would be launched at New York's Fashion Week despite the fact the infamous Asher Rose was supposed to be dead. It was a mystery the fashion world couldn't solve. Some thought he was dead, others thought he had just removed himself directly from any public appearance due to any number of theories including illness, heartbreak, or genuinely going crazy from celebrity exposure. Asher had a team of PR constantly throwing up smoke signals and even they didn't know why they did the job they did. He had managed to weave so many webs and labyrinths of his life, many leading people to dead-ends (pardon the pun), that no one really knew what he was about anymore or if he still existed. But brand new and ingenius designs had made their way down the catwalk that night, and now Lilah had somewhat demanded of him a marketing debrief in her office so he could be 'included in strategies' of how his company was 'developing in the current fashion environment'. It was all a lot of marketing PR bullshit, but Asher knew that Lilah was one person he couldn't continue to hide from before she got suspicious. She held the reigns of his company's continued success in his absence, so he needed to know he could trust her with his business... which meant the inevitable meeting of her face-to-face after making himself scarce and only communicating via modern technologies.
He was dressed immaculately, as always, and only agreed to the meeting if it could be in the late hours of the night so he could be sure to be sustained post feeding to keep a cool head about him. It was the best chance he had of looking 'normal' too. Without feeding, he was more pale then usual, and his eyes had this way of looking dead and cold. That wouldn't do, but the feed he did manage to indulge in wasn't near as satisfying as he hoped. As more and more time ticked over, he more and more hungered for just one and anything less served as an aggravation to him. These were the facets of his Kindred side he didn't understand, but he was still a survivor and more determined than ever to go this alone, resisting help from his Sire and Eric. He was pissed off at them and had no plans of giving them an easy ride.
( He reached the large ornate doors of Lilah's office with a couple of her assistants and a security guard in tow... )
TBC...
What: Out of the Kindred closet
Where: Lilah's office
When: Late Friday night
That week, Asheresque had just debuted a tantalising hint of the new line that would be launched at New York's Fashion Week despite the fact the infamous Asher Rose was supposed to be dead. It was a mystery the fashion world couldn't solve. Some thought he was dead, others thought he had just removed himself directly from any public appearance due to any number of theories including illness, heartbreak, or genuinely going crazy from celebrity exposure. Asher had a team of PR constantly throwing up smoke signals and even they didn't know why they did the job they did. He had managed to weave so many webs and labyrinths of his life, many leading people to dead-ends (pardon the pun), that no one really knew what he was about anymore or if he still existed. But brand new and ingenius designs had made their way down the catwalk that night, and now Lilah had somewhat demanded of him a marketing debrief in her office so he could be 'included in strategies' of how his company was 'developing in the current fashion environment'. It was all a lot of marketing PR bullshit, but Asher knew that Lilah was one person he couldn't continue to hide from before she got suspicious. She held the reigns of his company's continued success in his absence, so he needed to know he could trust her with his business... which meant the inevitable meeting of her face-to-face after making himself scarce and only communicating via modern technologies.
He was dressed immaculately, as always, and only agreed to the meeting if it could be in the late hours of the night so he could be sure to be sustained post feeding to keep a cool head about him. It was the best chance he had of looking 'normal' too. Without feeding, he was more pale then usual, and his eyes had this way of looking dead and cold. That wouldn't do, but the feed he did manage to indulge in wasn't near as satisfying as he hoped. As more and more time ticked over, he more and more hungered for just one and anything less served as an aggravation to him. These were the facets of his Kindred side he didn't understand, but he was still a survivor and more determined than ever to go this alone, resisting help from his Sire and Eric. He was pissed off at them and had no plans of giving them an easy ride.
( He reached the large ornate doors of Lilah's office with a couple of her assistants and a security guard in tow... )
TBC...
