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bloodstainedheartWho: Xavier Carlisle and Jenna Greene
What: Caught in the act
Where: Carlisle Manor
When: Late Thursday evening
Lately, Xavier's usually structured life had been flipped upside. It had been a domino effect of terrible things happening and because he was connected a lot of it, he had needed to keep his fingers in multiple different pies. He was Toreador Primogen, and therefore, he had to be on-hand as advisor to those in his Clan in their City that needed guidance. That meant cockblocking bullshit to avert crisis and stepping in as psuedo-Sire for Asher Rose, who was only just beginning to allow Logan and Eric close to him. On top of that, he had Seamus finding his soul mate, who was a badly messed up young man and to keep a check on Seasmus' vulnerability to frenzy around Luka and the fact Luka had tried to overdose, Xavier had brought Luka to stay here at the manor... if only to alleviate the strain on Xavier's own sanity. If he could at least contain some of the issues under his own roof, he could keep a better hold on it all.
He had just forgotten to remind the humans residing with him to not answer the door and let his hired staff do it. His staff knew to screen until Xavier or Greg gave the go-ahead on who to let in. Luka and Brodie didn't. It was an oversight on Xavier's part, which indicated the tension he was facing lately. He was usually so on the ball that very little could get around him. It was evening, on a full moon that had the estate lit up on the clear night. He was out in his stables in the wake of a long ride around the grounds on his prized purebred horse.
And he was ravenous. His eyes were already silver as he strode purposefully back up to the main building, succinctly removing his leather riding gloves. It was around the time he had handed his horse over to his stablehand that Luka had been up at the manor letting Jenna in at the front door because he had been passing through the ornate foyer just as she had approached the door. She never needed to ring the bell, he was opening it up seeing her silhouette through the glass and thought it might have been Seamus coming home. Jenna had come to see Xavier after their chat online where he had completely stonewalled her in regards to Blaise. She was headstrong, thinking she might be able to wrangle at least a few more details out of him in person now he had revealed he knew many things about Blaise.
Even though Greg was on the road to recovery, Xavier wasn't feeding on him as a source of replenishment, merely as affection between them. Since Greg had been attacked, Xavier had been using Vessels on his staff. He missed Skye, but all that was yet another mess he had no clear insight to yet. The Vessel that night was a stunning redhead by the name of Louella who was an international Equestrian champion who Xavier had trained. She thoroughly admired Xavier and had known about what he was for awhile now, happily offering her services. She was in a long designer evening gown, waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs with a knowing smirk.
Xavier flashed her a smile as he approached, taking both her hands into his. "You look stunning tonight, darling," he told her. "Asher never fails you, does he? That colour is divine, like it was simply made for you." He brushed a fleeting kiss to her lips and lead her into the nearby sitting room. Once they were in there, Xavier's silver eyes flashed with hunger and he pressed her up against wall, grabbing her hands with his fingers laced around hers and holding her arms up above her head for that little bit more domination over her. To anyone without the knowledge of what was happening here, it would very much look like Xavier was outright cheating on Greg. The funny thing was, Louella was someone they had both shared simultaneously from time to time. All this was completely normal to them. There was a soft but chaste trail of kisses from her lips to her throat, and he viced her against the wall with his body with his fangs bared and sunk them into the smooth flesh of her throat to feed hungrily.
What: Caught in the act
Where: Carlisle Manor
When: Late Thursday evening
Lately, Xavier's usually structured life had been flipped upside. It had been a domino effect of terrible things happening and because he was connected a lot of it, he had needed to keep his fingers in multiple different pies. He was Toreador Primogen, and therefore, he had to be on-hand as advisor to those in his Clan in their City that needed guidance. That meant cockblocking bullshit to avert crisis and stepping in as psuedo-Sire for Asher Rose, who was only just beginning to allow Logan and Eric close to him. On top of that, he had Seamus finding his soul mate, who was a badly messed up young man and to keep a check on Seasmus' vulnerability to frenzy around Luka and the fact Luka had tried to overdose, Xavier had brought Luka to stay here at the manor... if only to alleviate the strain on Xavier's own sanity. If he could at least contain some of the issues under his own roof, he could keep a better hold on it all.
He had just forgotten to remind the humans residing with him to not answer the door and let his hired staff do it. His staff knew to screen until Xavier or Greg gave the go-ahead on who to let in. Luka and Brodie didn't. It was an oversight on Xavier's part, which indicated the tension he was facing lately. He was usually so on the ball that very little could get around him. It was evening, on a full moon that had the estate lit up on the clear night. He was out in his stables in the wake of a long ride around the grounds on his prized purebred horse.
And he was ravenous. His eyes were already silver as he strode purposefully back up to the main building, succinctly removing his leather riding gloves. It was around the time he had handed his horse over to his stablehand that Luka had been up at the manor letting Jenna in at the front door because he had been passing through the ornate foyer just as she had approached the door. She never needed to ring the bell, he was opening it up seeing her silhouette through the glass and thought it might have been Seamus coming home. Jenna had come to see Xavier after their chat online where he had completely stonewalled her in regards to Blaise. She was headstrong, thinking she might be able to wrangle at least a few more details out of him in person now he had revealed he knew many things about Blaise.
Even though Greg was on the road to recovery, Xavier wasn't feeding on him as a source of replenishment, merely as affection between them. Since Greg had been attacked, Xavier had been using Vessels on his staff. He missed Skye, but all that was yet another mess he had no clear insight to yet. The Vessel that night was a stunning redhead by the name of Louella who was an international Equestrian champion who Xavier had trained. She thoroughly admired Xavier and had known about what he was for awhile now, happily offering her services. She was in a long designer evening gown, waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs with a knowing smirk.
Xavier flashed her a smile as he approached, taking both her hands into his. "You look stunning tonight, darling," he told her. "Asher never fails you, does he? That colour is divine, like it was simply made for you." He brushed a fleeting kiss to her lips and lead her into the nearby sitting room. Once they were in there, Xavier's silver eyes flashed with hunger and he pressed her up against wall, grabbing her hands with his fingers laced around hers and holding her arms up above her head for that little bit more domination over her. To anyone without the knowledge of what was happening here, it would very much look like Xavier was outright cheating on Greg. The funny thing was, Louella was someone they had both shared simultaneously from time to time. All this was completely normal to them. There was a soft but chaste trail of kisses from her lips to her throat, and he viced her against the wall with his body with his fangs bared and sunk them into the smooth flesh of her throat to feed hungrily.
"But I wish you were so close to me."
Mar. 8th, 2014 12:46 amlostinthefairytaleWho: Brodie Bradford and Asher Rose
What: "Yes I wish you were by my side."
Where: Carlise Estate
When: Thursday night
Brodie was so nervous that he was feeling sick. In general lately, he always felt sick, but this was a different sick feeling entirely. The time had come for Brodie to see Asher in person. He had listened in shock when that Xavier dude told him everything, but it had ultimately taken a lot longer for him to deal with what he had been told. At first, he wasn't sure he believed. He politely listened because the guy reminded him of a cool school teacher who always knew the best way to explain shit so you got it, and didn't mind spending extra time with you until you wrapped your head around it. Of course, it helped when Xavier had actually demonstrated this vampire thing. No, not vampire... Kindred. That was what he had kept calling it, and over the days, spent time with Brodie telling him of the differences between Kindred and average vampires. It definitely wasn't Twilight-awkward up in this shit. This was, like, the fabulous face of vampire... very fitting for Asher. He would deserve no less.
But fuck, Asher was a vampire. Kindred. He was dead but he always wasn't. Brodie's mind wasn't as sharp as it used to be, so it had taken time. Xavier had given it to him. Xavier and the other dude, his husband or whatever. The one Xavier brought in for the demonstration. They both seemed like cool dudes, even if Brodie had just sat there in the bed gaping in shock and awe, because he thought it would be awful, but the fang thing they did was actually quite hot. Then something happened and Xavier and Greg became AWOL and in their place had come the doctor dude, who was also Kindred. Wesley. He was cool. Brodie figured there had to be something seriously fucked if he was thinking all these vampires were cool. But they were. They seemed really nice. How could they be monsters when they were that nice?
He hadn't been ready to face Asher straight away, though. He thought he had been. In fact, he wanted to see Asher straight away, but Xavier insisted Brodie needed more time to process the information and think on it, think on what the enormity of it really was. And now here they were, and his stomach was flip-flopping so much he worried he was going to be sick. Wesley was there, but so was some blonde Scottish dude called Logan who Brodie hadn't seen before. Awesome tats, though, and he was really hot. Like, exceptionally hot, to the point Brodie kept looking at his eyes which were the most addictive shade of blue. Okay, this was actually weird as fact and Brodie shifted awkwardly where he was sitting on the end of the bed in the huge room he had been staying in.
And that was when the door of the room opened, and then there he was... Asher. Brodie shot up off the bed and then just stood there, legs feeling like jelly. He was stunning, absolutely gorgeous... but Brodie also knew as soon as his eyes landed on him that Asher was different. Very, very different.
What: "Yes I wish you were by my side."
Where: Carlise Estate
When: Thursday night
Brodie was so nervous that he was feeling sick. In general lately, he always felt sick, but this was a different sick feeling entirely. The time had come for Brodie to see Asher in person. He had listened in shock when that Xavier dude told him everything, but it had ultimately taken a lot longer for him to deal with what he had been told. At first, he wasn't sure he believed. He politely listened because the guy reminded him of a cool school teacher who always knew the best way to explain shit so you got it, and didn't mind spending extra time with you until you wrapped your head around it. Of course, it helped when Xavier had actually demonstrated this vampire thing. No, not vampire... Kindred. That was what he had kept calling it, and over the days, spent time with Brodie telling him of the differences between Kindred and average vampires. It definitely wasn't Twilight-awkward up in this shit. This was, like, the fabulous face of vampire... very fitting for Asher. He would deserve no less.
But fuck, Asher was a vampire. Kindred. He was dead but he always wasn't. Brodie's mind wasn't as sharp as it used to be, so it had taken time. Xavier had given it to him. Xavier and the other dude, his husband or whatever. The one Xavier brought in for the demonstration. They both seemed like cool dudes, even if Brodie had just sat there in the bed gaping in shock and awe, because he thought it would be awful, but the fang thing they did was actually quite hot. Then something happened and Xavier and Greg became AWOL and in their place had come the doctor dude, who was also Kindred. Wesley. He was cool. Brodie figured there had to be something seriously fucked if he was thinking all these vampires were cool. But they were. They seemed really nice. How could they be monsters when they were that nice?
He hadn't been ready to face Asher straight away, though. He thought he had been. In fact, he wanted to see Asher straight away, but Xavier insisted Brodie needed more time to process the information and think on it, think on what the enormity of it really was. And now here they were, and his stomach was flip-flopping so much he worried he was going to be sick. Wesley was there, but so was some blonde Scottish dude called Logan who Brodie hadn't seen before. Awesome tats, though, and he was really hot. Like, exceptionally hot, to the point Brodie kept looking at his eyes which were the most addictive shade of blue. Okay, this was actually weird as fact and Brodie shifted awkwardly where he was sitting on the end of the bed in the huge room he had been staying in.
And that was when the door of the room opened, and then there he was... Asher. Brodie shot up off the bed and then just stood there, legs feeling like jelly. He was stunning, absolutely gorgeous... but Brodie also knew as soon as his eyes landed on him that Asher was different. Very, very different.
allaloneinthemoonlightWho: Seamus O'Reilly and Luka Delaney
What: "There's just too much that time cannot erase."
Where: Carlise Estate
When: A couple of days after Luka talks to Austin
Music was where Seamus escaped. That was no lie. Anyone who even remotely knew him were aware of that. No one would dare try to cockblock him from it either, or they would be on the rude end of a vicious Toreador. No one tried anymore. In fact, even at the estate where he lived with Xavier and Greg, in his wing, he had a whole sanctuary of his own. It was a stunning, sweeping ballroom with chandeliers and an antique grand piano that was a gift from Xavier when Seamus came to live with him. They would often hold formal balls here, and Seamus would perform to many Kindred elite. But often, he would just come here alone to think or to shut himself off from the rest of the world. It was a lot of the reason why he was such a placid Kindred in comparison to many. He had an inner gift that most Kindred lacked and it grounded him. He was fortunate. At least, he had been until his path crossed Luka's.
He was at the piano, face set into a serious expression of concentration that was somewhat troubled. Xavier had the knack of matching Seamus' mood to what he chose to play. Greg was picking up on it too as the years went by. He was play Moonlight Sonata and once again, he picked up on Luka's scent as soon as he entered the room. Unlike the first time, however, this time, he didn't stop playing. He didn't even look up. His fingers moved smoothly over the keys, almost his entire focus on the music that was pitched perfectly in the ornate room.
Without stopping in his playing or looking up, he said calmly, "I am going to set you free."
What: "There's just too much that time cannot erase."
Where: Carlise Estate
When: A couple of days after Luka talks to Austin
Music was where Seamus escaped. That was no lie. Anyone who even remotely knew him were aware of that. No one would dare try to cockblock him from it either, or they would be on the rude end of a vicious Toreador. No one tried anymore. In fact, even at the estate where he lived with Xavier and Greg, in his wing, he had a whole sanctuary of his own. It was a stunning, sweeping ballroom with chandeliers and an antique grand piano that was a gift from Xavier when Seamus came to live with him. They would often hold formal balls here, and Seamus would perform to many Kindred elite. But often, he would just come here alone to think or to shut himself off from the rest of the world. It was a lot of the reason why he was such a placid Kindred in comparison to many. He had an inner gift that most Kindred lacked and it grounded him. He was fortunate. At least, he had been until his path crossed Luka's.
He was at the piano, face set into a serious expression of concentration that was somewhat troubled. Xavier had the knack of matching Seamus' mood to what he chose to play. Greg was picking up on it too as the years went by. He was play Moonlight Sonata and once again, he picked up on Luka's scent as soon as he entered the room. Unlike the first time, however, this time, he didn't stop playing. He didn't even look up. His fingers moved smoothly over the keys, almost his entire focus on the music that was pitched perfectly in the ornate room.
Without stopping in his playing or looking up, he said calmly, "I am going to set you free."
changedlikearemixWho? Greg Kent and Xavier Carlisle
What? Recovery
When? After Trystan's frenzy
Where? The Carlisle/Kent estate
When Greg finally came to, the first thing he was even remotely aware of was just the pain. In his frenzied state, Trystan had definitely done some damage to Greg, and there was no denying that it was painful. But the second sensation was that Xavier was close. Weakened, but close, and Greg's eyes opened, gratefully holding onto his lover's hand. He gave a weak little grunt before shifting a little, trying to get comfortable but finding no relief for the pain.
"Xav," he murmured softly, his own voice weak. "Xav, it hurts... Wha' happen'?" His memory leading up to this was blurry at best, and he wanted Xav to tell him exactly why he was in pain. But the one thing he did remember was t ask, "Trystan? Skye? Are they okay?"
What? Recovery
When? After Trystan's frenzy
Where? The Carlisle/Kent estate
When Greg finally came to, the first thing he was even remotely aware of was just the pain. In his frenzied state, Trystan had definitely done some damage to Greg, and there was no denying that it was painful. But the second sensation was that Xavier was close. Weakened, but close, and Greg's eyes opened, gratefully holding onto his lover's hand. He gave a weak little grunt before shifting a little, trying to get comfortable but finding no relief for the pain.
"Xav," he murmured softly, his own voice weak. "Xav, it hurts... Wha' happen'?" His memory leading up to this was blurry at best, and he wanted Xav to tell him exactly why he was in pain. But the one thing he did remember was t ask, "Trystan? Skye? Are they okay?"
"Hold on as tight as they'll let you."
Feb. 23rd, 2014 03:25 pmitsmylifeWho: Jett Wilson and Molly Pierce
What: Still learning
Where: Molly's office, NYC
When: Simultaneous to THIS
Inside, Jett knew something was wrong. He had just been about to go find Luka to make sure he was alright when Molly's text message had arrived. By this point, he was oblivious to what had gone down with Luka and Seamus. He had seen Luka a few days ago, and even though Luka wasn't quite right then, Jett knew that Luka wasn't quite right in general at the moment. How could he be after everything he went through. He had been quite, not wanting to talk much, and ended up just telling Jett that he wanted to lie down. He was okay with Jett hanging there while he did, though, which he had done. Luka had curled up in a ball in hotel bed and crashed out. Jett stayed until just before sunrise and then headed back home.
He didn't wait to be admitted to Molly's office. He didn't even knock. As far as he was concerned, the text message had been the invitation and as restless as he was feeling right now, Molly's personal assistant backed down when Jett shot her a glare that clearly told her not to fuck with him right now. He wasn't angry and he wasn't aggressive, but he was agitated and very worried about why Molly wanted to talk to him about Luka. Something was wrong, something had happened. No one needed to be a genius to connect those dots. If she was about to tell him Seamus had hurt Luka, though... well, none of them would be able to stop him tearing the Irish Toreador apart.
"Where is he?" he asked Molly as soon as he was in her office, flicking the door closed behind him.
What: Still learning
Where: Molly's office, NYC
When: Simultaneous to THIS
Inside, Jett knew something was wrong. He had just been about to go find Luka to make sure he was alright when Molly's text message had arrived. By this point, he was oblivious to what had gone down with Luka and Seamus. He had seen Luka a few days ago, and even though Luka wasn't quite right then, Jett knew that Luka wasn't quite right in general at the moment. How could he be after everything he went through. He had been quite, not wanting to talk much, and ended up just telling Jett that he wanted to lie down. He was okay with Jett hanging there while he did, though, which he had done. Luka had curled up in a ball in hotel bed and crashed out. Jett stayed until just before sunrise and then headed back home.
He didn't wait to be admitted to Molly's office. He didn't even knock. As far as he was concerned, the text message had been the invitation and as restless as he was feeling right now, Molly's personal assistant backed down when Jett shot her a glare that clearly told her not to fuck with him right now. He wasn't angry and he wasn't aggressive, but he was agitated and very worried about why Molly wanted to talk to him about Luka. Something was wrong, something had happened. No one needed to be a genius to connect those dots. If she was about to tell him Seamus had hurt Luka, though... well, none of them would be able to stop him tearing the Irish Toreador apart.
"Where is he?" he asked Molly as soon as he was in her office, flicking the door closed behind him.
changedlikearemixWho? Greg Kent and Xavier Carlisle
What? Secrets come out
When? After Xav's chat with Seamus
Where? The Carlisle/Kent estate
Greg had to be honest and admit to himself that he was still recovering from what he'd seen with Luka and Seamus. It was just too close to home, and while he hadn't struggled with anything like PTSD or depression before meeting Xavier, he was all too familiar with the feeling of being in love with someone who was Kindred and not being able to be with them. He could remember the feeling of panic and loneliness and just being lost that had set in when Xavier had walked away from him. Greg couldn't remember a time in his life that he'd ever felt so much like his life was falling apart. He'd always been so organized, so put together. It was necessary in a world like his, where he'd carried on highly illegal activities while also working a completely legitimate job. But once Xavier had stepped out of his life, coming up with a million excuses that ended up making Greg feel like a dirty pair of socks, it had taken its toll, to the point that Greg started slowly losing his shit.
Those days were far behind them, and Greg had never shared them with his lover, because the last thing he wanted was to see the feelings of heartbreak and guilt painted on his face the way they had been on Seamus's when he'd realized that Luka's attempt at taking his life was directly related to him. But now, with everything once again at the forefront of his mind, a part of him was telling him that he had no choice but to tell Xavier the truth. In any relationship, especially a mated partnership as theirs was, it was vital that secrets not be kept anymore than absolutely necessary, and Greg felt that he owed it to his mate, his lover, and the only person to know him so completely, to tell him the last piece of the story.
He just hadn't been quite ready to tell him just now, but when Xav walked into their bedroom, where Greg was lying in bed, trying to read a magazine, and failing completely, he knew that this was the time. The sooner, the better.
What? Secrets come out
When? After Xav's chat with Seamus
Where? The Carlisle/Kent estate
Greg had to be honest and admit to himself that he was still recovering from what he'd seen with Luka and Seamus. It was just too close to home, and while he hadn't struggled with anything like PTSD or depression before meeting Xavier, he was all too familiar with the feeling of being in love with someone who was Kindred and not being able to be with them. He could remember the feeling of panic and loneliness and just being lost that had set in when Xavier had walked away from him. Greg couldn't remember a time in his life that he'd ever felt so much like his life was falling apart. He'd always been so organized, so put together. It was necessary in a world like his, where he'd carried on highly illegal activities while also working a completely legitimate job. But once Xavier had stepped out of his life, coming up with a million excuses that ended up making Greg feel like a dirty pair of socks, it had taken its toll, to the point that Greg started slowly losing his shit.
Those days were far behind them, and Greg had never shared them with his lover, because the last thing he wanted was to see the feelings of heartbreak and guilt painted on his face the way they had been on Seamus's when he'd realized that Luka's attempt at taking his life was directly related to him. But now, with everything once again at the forefront of his mind, a part of him was telling him that he had no choice but to tell Xavier the truth. In any relationship, especially a mated partnership as theirs was, it was vital that secrets not be kept anymore than absolutely necessary, and Greg felt that he owed it to his mate, his lover, and the only person to know him so completely, to tell him the last piece of the story.
He just hadn't been quite ready to tell him just now, but when Xav walked into their bedroom, where Greg was lying in bed, trying to read a magazine, and failing completely, he knew that this was the time. The sooner, the better.
"It's always darkest before the dawn..."
Feb. 22nd, 2014 12:23 amallaloneinthemoonlightWho: Seamus O'Reilly and Xavier Carlisle
What: Delusion is pointless
Where: Carlisle Estate
When: Approximately 36 hours after THIS and THIS
It had been about 36 hours since Luka tried to take his own life. It would only be a couple of hours before the sun rose, and Luka had been kept in the hospital for a whole 24 hours, and then some, for observation. Seamus hadn't been able to shake the image of Luka slumped on the bathroom floor in his underwear, blood everywhere. It was only from instinctive need to protect Luka that stopped Seamus going into a frenzy. He had been halfway there, though, and when Greg told him not to entirely heal Luka's wounds so it wouldn't look suspicious to the paramedics, it was probably a miracle Greg didn't literally have his arm bitten off. By this point, Seamus had been in full protective mode, nursing Luka in his arms and not letting Greg near him. Greg knew when to keep his distance, but thank god he had called 911 without seeking Seamus' okay or Seamus could well have done something stupid by that point. It was even Greg's lightning-fast decision making that had him pulling Seamus into a hug against him like he was consoling him so the paramedics wouldn't see that he, well, had fangs and eyeballs that looked like they belonged on a serial killer to humans.
Seamus had gone in the ambulance with Luka, managing to control himself and shift back from his Kindred form. Luka had been in a bad way at that point, and all Seamus had been able to do was look on while they attached him to this tube, and that wire, and stuck this needle into him, and hooked that beeping thing up to him. Seamus knew nothing of medical equipment. Even when he had still be mortal, medicine hadn't been at all this advanced. This was all really confronting to him, but the whole rapid drive to the hospital, he had held Luka's hand. And then thank god for humans who walked with them in The Masquerade. Greg had called Skye to come to the hospital ASAP so Greg and Seamus could depart before the sun had come up. Greg took Seamus back to Luka's hotel room and they waited out for the sun to set again.
When they went back to the hospital, Luka had been out to it... understandably. He had his wrists sutured and they had pumped his stomach. Being night again by that point, though, Xavier had pulled a lot of strings and gotten the Kindred physician, Wesley, to take over Luka's case and it meant that rather than being admitted, Wesley authorised for Luka to be discharged into Xavier's care... or Seamus', rather. Luka had been mostly out of it upon his discharge and Seamus had carried him out to the limousine for the drive back to Westchester. Greg and Xavier rode with him, and the whole time Seamus had Luka's head nursed against his shoulder. When they got to the estate, getting Luka out of the car had been an awkward moment when Luka managed to throw up all over one of Xavier's favourite suits, Seamus' sleeve, Greg's shoes, and the marble stairs. But he had been so out of it that he probably barely even realised what was going on. Seamus had just left Greg and Xavier with the mess and carried Luka to his wing.
Now, hours later, they were in Seamus' bedroom. In his bed, Luka was in a long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of cotton pyjama pants, out like a light in Seamus' massive antique canopy bed. Beside him, Seamus was lying with him, an arm protectively wrapped around him whilst his other hand was soothing stroking his fingers through Luka's thick curly hair while Luka slept. His eyes had barely left him, watching and feeling to make sure he kept breathing, and on the bed beside them lay a pile of unravelled bandages Seamus had removed to carefully remove the sutures from Luka's wrists to heal the wounds completely. When Xavier came into the room with a soft knock on the door and sat down on the side of the bed beside Seamus, Seamus just glanced at him. "You don't have to say 'I told you so'," he murmured.
What: Delusion is pointless
Where: Carlisle Estate
When: Approximately 36 hours after THIS and THIS
It had been about 36 hours since Luka tried to take his own life. It would only be a couple of hours before the sun rose, and Luka had been kept in the hospital for a whole 24 hours, and then some, for observation. Seamus hadn't been able to shake the image of Luka slumped on the bathroom floor in his underwear, blood everywhere. It was only from instinctive need to protect Luka that stopped Seamus going into a frenzy. He had been halfway there, though, and when Greg told him not to entirely heal Luka's wounds so it wouldn't look suspicious to the paramedics, it was probably a miracle Greg didn't literally have his arm bitten off. By this point, Seamus had been in full protective mode, nursing Luka in his arms and not letting Greg near him. Greg knew when to keep his distance, but thank god he had called 911 without seeking Seamus' okay or Seamus could well have done something stupid by that point. It was even Greg's lightning-fast decision making that had him pulling Seamus into a hug against him like he was consoling him so the paramedics wouldn't see that he, well, had fangs and eyeballs that looked like they belonged on a serial killer to humans.
Seamus had gone in the ambulance with Luka, managing to control himself and shift back from his Kindred form. Luka had been in a bad way at that point, and all Seamus had been able to do was look on while they attached him to this tube, and that wire, and stuck this needle into him, and hooked that beeping thing up to him. Seamus knew nothing of medical equipment. Even when he had still be mortal, medicine hadn't been at all this advanced. This was all really confronting to him, but the whole rapid drive to the hospital, he had held Luka's hand. And then thank god for humans who walked with them in The Masquerade. Greg had called Skye to come to the hospital ASAP so Greg and Seamus could depart before the sun had come up. Greg took Seamus back to Luka's hotel room and they waited out for the sun to set again.
When they went back to the hospital, Luka had been out to it... understandably. He had his wrists sutured and they had pumped his stomach. Being night again by that point, though, Xavier had pulled a lot of strings and gotten the Kindred physician, Wesley, to take over Luka's case and it meant that rather than being admitted, Wesley authorised for Luka to be discharged into Xavier's care... or Seamus', rather. Luka had been mostly out of it upon his discharge and Seamus had carried him out to the limousine for the drive back to Westchester. Greg and Xavier rode with him, and the whole time Seamus had Luka's head nursed against his shoulder. When they got to the estate, getting Luka out of the car had been an awkward moment when Luka managed to throw up all over one of Xavier's favourite suits, Seamus' sleeve, Greg's shoes, and the marble stairs. But he had been so out of it that he probably barely even realised what was going on. Seamus had just left Greg and Xavier with the mess and carried Luka to his wing.
Now, hours later, they were in Seamus' bedroom. In his bed, Luka was in a long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of cotton pyjama pants, out like a light in Seamus' massive antique canopy bed. Beside him, Seamus was lying with him, an arm protectively wrapped around him whilst his other hand was soothing stroking his fingers through Luka's thick curly hair while Luka slept. His eyes had barely left him, watching and feeling to make sure he kept breathing, and on the bed beside them lay a pile of unravelled bandages Seamus had removed to carefully remove the sutures from Luka's wrists to heal the wounds completely. When Xavier came into the room with a soft knock on the door and sat down on the side of the bed beside Seamus, Seamus just glanced at him. "You don't have to say 'I told you so'," he murmured.
"My love was blinded by you."
Feb. 21st, 2014 05:53 pmlyricalembraceWho: Airlie Mackenzie and Alistair Wallace
What: "I'd spend a lifetime with you..."
Where: Greenacre Park, New York City
When: Late Thursday night
Airlie had only been in New York City two nights. There had been no hesitation on the invitation from Ealasaid to accompany her and Rory to America so she could catch up with people she adored - namely Xavier Carlisle - and Rory could see Logan. Airlie didn't know there was someone else in this City who was so deeply connected to her, however. She hadn't asked anywhere where Alistair was. She had gone into herself when he left and threw herself into her music, just existing to perform each night. However, she was unexpectedly eager to make the trip from Scotland but once she was here, she didn't know what she was feeling inside. It was a twisting and turning mix of feelings and sensations. Ealasaid had encouraged her to walk the City if she felt an inner urge to do so. Although, only with her and Rory on speed dial just in case.
She had no idea what drew her to this place, a quaint little park with a waterfall right in the middle of the City. She knew nothing of New York, and had only been here once before when she was on tour with Alistair. She didn't know this place existed, she just felt drawn to it and after finding the waterfall, she felt like she just wanted to stay there. At least, until the sun was soon to rise, and then she would have no choice but to depart.
There was no one else here due to the hour, and she was sitting on one of the little glass tables, feet on the chair and her head nursed in her hands as she watched and listened to the water cascading down in front of her. It was beautiful, and it was peaceful. For some reason, she needed to be here right now, and she hadn't thought to question why. It was just one of those things that was, and ever since she had been Embraced, she had struggled with those things in life.
What: "I'd spend a lifetime with you..."
Where: Greenacre Park, New York City
When: Late Thursday night
Airlie had only been in New York City two nights. There had been no hesitation on the invitation from Ealasaid to accompany her and Rory to America so she could catch up with people she adored - namely Xavier Carlisle - and Rory could see Logan. Airlie didn't know there was someone else in this City who was so deeply connected to her, however. She hadn't asked anywhere where Alistair was. She had gone into herself when he left and threw herself into her music, just existing to perform each night. However, she was unexpectedly eager to make the trip from Scotland but once she was here, she didn't know what she was feeling inside. It was a twisting and turning mix of feelings and sensations. Ealasaid had encouraged her to walk the City if she felt an inner urge to do so. Although, only with her and Rory on speed dial just in case.
She had no idea what drew her to this place, a quaint little park with a waterfall right in the middle of the City. She knew nothing of New York, and had only been here once before when she was on tour with Alistair. She didn't know this place existed, she just felt drawn to it and after finding the waterfall, she felt like she just wanted to stay there. At least, until the sun was soon to rise, and then she would have no choice but to depart.
There was no one else here due to the hour, and she was sitting on one of the little glass tables, feet on the chair and her head nursed in her hands as she watched and listened to the water cascading down in front of her. It was beautiful, and it was peaceful. For some reason, she needed to be here right now, and she hadn't thought to question why. It was just one of those things that was, and ever since she had been Embraced, she had struggled with those things in life.
"Stone cold crazy."
Feb. 19th, 2014 12:42 amallaloneinthemoonlightWho: 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.