#teamreeves

[text] Carissima, grazie! We should celebrate together when I go back to A- Are you in America? or are you in the UK?? I hope you are not in the UK must be an unhappy place right now.

Jesse let out a muffled giggle, her face resting against Alfredo’s shoulder. “How’s I s’posed t’know he was that far gone? He could still talk. That’s the trouble with heavy drinkers, you never know where you are.”

She tightened her arms around Alfredo’s neck a little when she felt herself slipping. His hold on her felt very secure, which was lovely, but she wanted to get just a little higher– Craning her neck, she planted a kiss on his bearded jaw, not entirely able to keep from laughing as she did it.

“Anyway, that’s actually a vampire thing. We met- the alcohol goes right into the bloodstream. It’s much faster, see. So it hits harder. But I’ll be fine soon, I promise. It wears off fast. And anyway, I can walk, you know,” she added, feeling as though that fact really ought to be made clear. “But I ‘preciate you being a gentleman about it. It’s very nice.”

Alfredo was gearing up to snap back at her but then Jesse’s lips connected with his jaw in an open-mouthed, laughter-soaked kiss. It didn’t break his stride but the inherent softness of the touch felt entirely off-putting. He lost his train of thought then and there, wrapped up in the mystery of this strange woman in his arms who continued to disarm him in ways he did not understand. What had she made of him, really, that he was here at all, held and kissed, and feeling... Feeling...

“Fucking hell, you talk even more when you’re pissed.” He groaned as he went on. “You almost totaled a Prius back there, Red. I don’t think this town can handle you walking on your own right now. Don’t go thinking I won’t leave you to sleep in a dumpster come daybreak if you push me.” He only changed his grip on her so he could her closer to his dead chest and stared stoically ahead. 

“Wait, he does?” Jesse’s eyebrows went up. “Huh. I didn’t expect that. But this one was me, I’m afraid, so zero points.”

The British Museum had changed since she worked here, but Jesse was comforted by how much remained the same. She was wandering idly through the Sutton Hoo exhibition when she caught the presence of another immortal, and discreetly turned to look. Catching her eye across the room, the vampire moved towards her at a casual stroll, feigning interest in the great cauldron on display behind her.

He was a young man, barely more than a boy when he was turned really, but with curiously grey hair. Perhaps he dyed it. Quick blue eyes darted over the newcomer’s appearance as Jesse catalogued the salient facts with trained efficiency; age, build, eye colour, hair colour. Offering his hand, the boy gave his name around a charming smile which curled up half of his mouth like a smirk, darting in to kiss Jesse’s cheeks in the quick European way she remembered from her cousins in Italy and France. “Laurent.” He pronounced it the French way. She noted that he was a couple of inches shorter than her.

“Jesse,” she offered in return, brows drawn together just a little and a bemused smile lingering about her lips. “Would that be the Laurent who belonged to the Theatre of the Vampires?” she inquired politely.

“It’s generous of you to remember a footnote.” Laurent replies graciously with a light little laugh, obliging her, though his eyes are steeled like gunmetal as he draws back. (Still the old tripping peevishness of recognition, of all the things that might be assumed from a handful of lines of printer-type!) “But I am, only if you happen to be the same Jesse of the Talamasca.” 

Yes, he too can reference old affiliations! 

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Originally posted by rackhamrogue

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME. Mael son of Samo

NICKNAME. Giant

GENDER. Male

HEIGHT. 200cm

AGE. Physical age 44. Actual age 2054.

ZODIAC. Taurus

SPOKEN LANGUAGES. Gaulish, Latin, Old-English, English.

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. Straw blond

EYE COLOR. Dark blue

SKIN TONE. White

BODY TYPE. Tall, gaunt

ACCENT. Undiagnoseable

VOICE. Deep, low

DOMINANT HAND. Right

POSTURE. Slightly hunched

SCARS.  Faded

TATTOOS. None or Faded

BIRTHMARKS. Faded

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). His height and his hawk-like nose

"I know we haven't really had a lot of deep heart-to-hearts, and you probably think this is very presumptous of me, but... sometimes, if something isn't making you happy, clinging to it for dear life isn't the best thing to do. Are you sure you wouldn't be happier if you didn't think you *had* to be with Lestat at all costs...?"

“It’s quite alright, I appreciate your candor,” Louis took a deep breath and looked away as he processed her questions.

[text] Eh.

[text] Marvel at my eloquence.