#whitehowler

Daniel was back at Trinity Gate after a visit to Marius' home in Rio. It had been his home once, and he'd happily go back again for holidays, but not to stay. It wasn't as if he'd ever been able to top up his tan, he'd possibly have appreciated it more as a wanderlust human for the beaches alone. It was good to catch up with his Roman grandpire and former guardian though, as he worried Marius had cut himself off from others and was lonely, at a cross roads with no companionship. As agreed he'd not mentioned a thing about their third, Rian. He'd thought about the cheeky hybrid and Armand on and off, with shielded thoughts. A few nights before he'd left for home he'd received a rather cosy and diverting joint selfie of his beloved and love in bed together, not much left to the imagination. Ever since he'd wondered what had happened in his absence.

So sneaking back in he sent a text to them both:

[Text: Armand/Rian]: Nice photo but I'd rather see the 3D version 😜😍

“Any eudaemon would fit the definition. If you seek for one in particular you’ll have to get more specific.” Golden eyes scrutinized the other creature without even feigning to hide his interest. The unknown male wasn’t truly a human being, nor one of these bratty vampires roaming here and there. No replimoid either. Interesting, indeed. 

The Matryoshka Doll

Someone with layers, and a painted surface hiding deep intricacy below. A person who changes completely in a blink of an eye, a person with contradictions but something cohesive holding everything together.

Tagged by: @whitehowler

October 7th, 1844

He’s gone. My love, my life, my child, he’s left me. I suppose it’s true what they say: eventually, everyone leaves. I had thought he would be an exception to the rule.

It’s my fault... or Santiago’s. I haven’t quite decided which yet, it’s easier to blame Santiago - but really - I was the one who drove him away. I yelled at him, I was angry. I felt betrayed - like he had stabbed me in the heart through the back. When I found him and Santiago outside of his chambers - I lost it. I thought I was losing him.

And the result of my fear was the cause of his loss. We’ve searched - I even shut the theatre down - for months... and when the others had lost faith, claiming he was dead, I still searched. Santiago did as well, though Santiago - something is happening to him. He’s not the carefree immortal that he once was. He’s angry, bitter, outraged. I am as well, but - I think it was already a part of my sub-conscious. 

We’ve looked everywhere, and some of the members of our family that went looking for him - they never returned either. Eleni, Eugenia, Felix, Laurent... all of them are gone now as well. Did they find him? Are they with him? Or did something happen to them all? Did something happen to Him?

No, he is alive. I must believe that. I would know if he were dead, wouldn’t I? Then again, perhaps I wouldn’t. 

I hope he is safe. 

I hope I will find him again. Apologize. I would give him anything just to have him in my arms again - to know that he is safe.

Mon daana - mon amour - mon cher.

David didn't particularly enjoy spying on the Talamasca, but they needed to know what the Talamascans had learned about them lately. It would have been more beneficial to have someone on the inside, but nearly everyone who knew that he was David Talbot and not some distant relative of his, were either retired or dead. He supposed he could approach them as his distant relative, but that was a lot more hassle than sneaking in, perching on rooftops and listening in on conversations within.

Which is what he was currently doing. knees bent, he was perched on the edge of the rooftop across from the Talamasca motherhouse. From here he could hear the Superior General speaking with some of his scholars, and he absently wondered how many times Lestat had perched in this exact spot and listened to him. Watched him. He heard the scholars depart, though he had to admit their report over having potentially observed a new supernatural species had him intrigued. No mention of vampires, but instead, there were a few scholars who swore they'd seen a man turn into a wolf and run into the forest in Northern Scotland.

It all his time in the Talamasca and beyond, he'd heard rumors and stories of werewolves, but they had never been proven. He dropped down to the balcony once the Superior General was gone, he was able to easily slip the door open, well aware that the lock often times didn't fully engage and a simple blade slipped beneath the crevice and the door popped right open. And he was able to start digging through the papers on the desk. His head shot up, however, when he heard someone approaching and he moved quickly to the standing armoire and slipped inside quickly.

However, the person who entered the room... was not one that David recognized. And he knew most of the faces of the Talamasca. And he was acting just as shifty as David himself had been. He raised an eyebrow, watching the blond male begin to snoop around much like he himself had just been doing. Making a swift decision, he stepped from the armoire... and cleared his throat. "Good evening... looking for anything in particular?"