#trxstesse

Did you need one?

He smiled and put his phone away. “I hope you are not late to something?”

What, are you accusing me of coming here just to follow you? That's rich after I tried to convince you not to go. At least not there, we could have gone anywhere, together. I don't begrudge you that, not any longer. Needed to see your path to it's conclusion. After my moping had run its course, life decided to continue, things happened. Lestat needed muscle, heh, needed. I guess that one was always good at finding lost children and hungry dogs to pick up off the street and play the loving home. That said, I am happy to see you here.

They were but the dreams though, a fantastical directive so Vincent might have kept going through and not lost his mind. But it had been its own cage, hadn't it? The very cage which had kept him attached to the curse by his own unconscious will. "I think I would like to believe there is some life after death that doesn't just exist as some endless realm between until all memory fades and like our bones energy returns to the earth and that some day we will all eventually be able to go there."

Typical pianist - unimaginative, malleable and afraid of a challenge. Good for an ensemble, takes direction well.

"Do you remember the taste of sugar?" He asks out of pure curiosity, eyes lifting now to stare at Antoine's beautiful visage beneath the flashing lights.

ooc: He loves the sound of it and always has. With an inclination towards the dramatic, it is basically a very dramatic piano. it is only ever since he learned to play the piano in the 1800's, he has had the desire to play the organ too. But Everard does not enter churches. And even though there are organs to be found in concert halls for example, in his view, the blood of Christ still clings to them and the very sound they produce and so he finds it unfitting to touch them. And so he resorts to concerts or listening to early church services in winter, when the mornings are still dark, right before slumber takes him.

"Never. Some Children come to us after a century of fleeing from their duties. I--" Her eyes grow wide and distant, her body stilling as if the music and wailing voices could no longer reach her. "My years were long before I came to my senses and opened my eyes to the Truth. I was... I was already old before I released my former delusions. My maker, my brother, and my brother's fledgling are still out there beyond my reach. They have long fled my vision and are nothing but phantoms in this land, the fortress destroyed. Sometimes I ache for them and pray for hours that they might see fit to change their ways, if only so that I may kiss them again. It is not too late until our Master deigns that their threat is greater than the possibility of repentance. Once he decrees it so, they must cede to the pyre, but a fervent heart can still be a martyr. It is better that than to remain forever irreverent of our duty."