Maharet

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Are you fond of David's immortal form or do you miss the old gentleman appearance?

There was no lie that would not be known to her, even without a mental link Maharet seemed to always know if fhe truth was concealed from her. "It is difficult when something changes and not as you had prepared for. Expecting him to shrink with age and become a whisper of the gentleman you knew painful as it might be could be expected but this form lacks all that you had grown found of." It was not an accusation as much as Maharet showing she understood it, though could not entirely relate. She saw Jesse herself age and transform but she never turned into something that did not match what Maharet expected.

"There are many that do not view it as such, believing that they have transformed. Gone for a caterpillar to a butterfly but you are correct even with beautiful wings and new intentions they are who they were in one way or another. Santino is far kinder than he was many years ago, grown from his mistakes and I beliefe chastises himself enough that I do not wish to force him to face such." There was no need to force anyone to accept these truths, not as far as Maharet was concerned. She loved her trouble makers, her villains that have grown into something less wicked. Even those who would ignore her calls she had love for. All had their tales and their flaws.

"The softness in his heart filled with thorns from his suffering was the very reason I loved him upon first sight. It was a great weakness but he dragged his aching existence like an arrow riddled beast through the old forest with great dignity. When I look at him now, I see him if someone had been strong enough to treat those wounds instead of letting them fester. I am endlessly grateful to you and his found love for being his chrysalis for a happier existence." She spoke softly, her eyes growing distracted by an aphid upon the grass beside her for a moment. This truly was a beautiful garden. "If the belief that he is a new man entirely keeps the weight of that life from crushing him, I would like to believe something as lovely as that."

"At times I wish I found him sooner, wrapped him in my arms and not rejected him as much of the world had but that is merely a fantasy. Had that been reality we both would lack the very man he is today. Desire as I might to heal his wounds and bury him in my warmth those very scars are what made him." There was a chuckle as she knew there was little use speaking of something that could not be. Alas she did not reject him nor refuse to allow him his quarry. Powerful enough to destroy most if she wished it and yet Maharet would never dare raise a hand against any of them unless she must. "We both are tender with our acceptance of him."

"Are you? Interesting that is your take when Santino has seemed to believe himself no longer than same man. Neither answer is wrong, different takes on the same topic is all." There was no judgement to be had, in the end she trusted that Allesandra was no more the woman of the coven just as she was no more the seer of her people. "You've grown since those days, I do not believe I would recognize you as the same women."

"Are not all the same person we were when we started this journey? We may change clothes, take on new roles, and lay down burdens, but we are still that same person that made the mistakes we have since learned from. I believe that thought may hurt Santino too much. We may never make the same decisions again but that does not make us new people." She explained. No, she would never again be in the position she had held herself in for so many dark centuries. Allesandra was stronger in the face of love, in the search for great meaning and companionship. She would no longer be trapped in isolation, controlling herself and others with grand ideals.

"There are many that do not view it as such, believing that they have transformed. Gone for a caterpillar to a butterfly but you are correct even with beautiful wings and new intentions they are who they were in one way or another. Santino is far kinder than he was many years ago, grown from his mistakes and I beliefe chastises himself enough that I do not wish to force him to face such." There was no need to force anyone to accept these truths, not as far as Maharet was concerned. She loved her trouble makers, her villains that have grown into something less wicked. Even those who would ignore her calls she had love for. All had their tales and their flaws.

Do you ever steal eyes to ve able to see once more?

"A shame that you did not even receive sight long enough to be worth the effort. It would seem that is the case." There was a soft frown knowing he could not receive escape from darkness in the same manner she had for millenia. Such horrors to endure a process and find failure within moments.

“It was rather horrific for me to attempt, and needlessly cruel to the other party as well. I was a much younger Immortal then, operating on the recommendation of another. I have not attempted again,” he added. While Angelus would like nothing more than to have his sight returned to him, he had adapted and grown used to living without it after several millennia.

"I know those horrors well, many were upset seeing the way I stole from bodies to maintain my sight. A monster that stole the eyes of victims and was cursed by the mortals who saw what was left in my wake." A task that with time became easy, horrifying in how simple it was to her. In ways she would argue he was stronger, adapting where she refuses to give up her sight even if it meant stealing the eyes on another.

“We do what we must in order to survive, of course. I don’t judge anyone for doing what they need to. I might be doing the same as you, if the length of the eyes’ use was much longer,” he acknowledged, shrugging his shoulders. “Regardless, I grew tired of such violence very quickly into my Immortal life. Why take when it isn’t strictly necessary for me to do so? Why desecrate a corpse in such a way when I could just learn to adapt?”

Some may have taken his words as a slight but not Maharet, she understood well and if she could grant him something that required less violence to see once more she would without complaint. "You are brave to endure learning something that many struggle to adapt to."

Angelus merely smiled at being called brave. “I thank you for the compliment. Some other Immortals find me cowardly, as I am not exactly interested in the more violent aspects of our kind, unless absolutely necessary. I am glad you do not think so.” As much as he enjoyed meeting and befriending other Immortals, he was cautious to avoid those more prone to needless and careless acts of carnage. “Despite the things you have done to continue experiencing the world in the way you wish, you are very kind.” He nodded.

"They find cowardness in something they could not endure. We are bound to violence but that does not mean we shall all desire for violence beyond what is needed for our survival." There was one of the many reason she made the rule that forbid the destruction of others of their kind. Too many were hurt by the actions of another but if they all began taking an eye for an eye they would all surely suffer. No one was without sin and the longer one lived the harder it was to not commit a crime against another. "I appreciate you believe so, my current eyes were given to me to allow me to see without such cruelty inflicted on those who I must feed from." The small drink was possible now if she desired it as she no longer needed victims for eyes.

“We are as unique and different as we were as mortals, perhaps even more so. So, I never really understood why so many Immortals believe that we must all act and present ourselves a certain way. I don’t even take from humans anymore, not directly, anyway, and if I do desire the thrill of the hunt and a kill, I seek out wild game.” He had not spent extensive time around other Immortals in decades and hadn’t lived with others as part of a coven or something similar in even longer. There was as much danger as there was safety in numbers, especially with clashes in personality and ideals among Vampires. “That must be a weight lifted from you, that you no longer have to worry about such things.”

"Many convince themselves of truths and believe that all must follow these truths. I too would be willing to only feed from animals would their blood quiet my own hunger but that hunger is dormant for long enough and with the aid of the little drink there is little need for myself to take lives. Living among mortals and feeling their life is something I find more pleasure in than silencing them in some claim of only feeding from the wicked. Are we to decide who is wicked?" Maharet did not judge her own kind for this belief beyond finding some amusement that those who steal blood from the vein of mortals could call anyone wicked. "Yes, but I also find myself wishing to find a way to return them. The one who gave them to me if of my blood I cannot be his eyes leaving him willingly blind in this world."

Aren't you an interesting one. Would you run if I appeared before you?

I know of your connection to them, their habits of trying to study us all and habit of being close to my family. Do you not miss it? The company of these "Order of Nerds" that is.

I miss being in the thick of their knowledge. The good people that are still part of them. Just like with any global group there are bound to be people that I regard with familial bonds. I brought in many people who needed help back in my early days with the Order. When I was less jaded about what the Talamasca stood for.

They do seem to be a close organization and yet much of fheir time is wasted documenting tales but not living their own. Jesse loved them dearly as I know you must as well, even I have some love for them. My love is far more tied to the founders than to the many happenings within that order.

Is it selfish of me to desire a visit?

He'd done his best to make his approach known as soon as possible, though he was certain that Maharet would have been quite aware of his presence long before he was aware of her own, and once he was closer, he reached out with his mind a little uncertainly. Maharet, I hope it is not an inconvenience, but I wondered if I might pay you a visit?

He was very pleased that she agreed and he closed the remaining distance between them quickly, slowing to a walk and smiling warmly as she came properly into view. "Thank you Maharet, that is kind of you. I was passing through the area and knew I could not possibly do so without, at least, stopping in to see you. I trust you're well?"

There she sat wearing a wool dressed dyed purple smiling as the man approached. Charming how many requested her permission while others cared little to seek anything as their energy would consume any space she did not occupy. David was one that always appeared to remain the same gentleman he was in life. "I appreciate the company. Only one other occupies my home at the moment." Home was a generous word as she would move and take occupancy where few would argue was hardly a home more an uninhabited cave. "I am well, Mael has come through and has been assuring I do not grow lonely." Mekare would surely appear if Maharet were in danger, it was certain that she was never truly alone.

He smiled warmly at her gentle touch and his own hands rested against her upper arms, spending a moment just taking in the sight of her. "I am." He agreed with a small laugh, though he found the idea of his happiness being a topic of conversation amongst others to be somewhat strange.

"You deserve it, I'll have to speak of it to Jesse when she returns. It has been far too long since she has seen anyone from the Talamasca." Sometimes it felt childish how pleased she was knowing the members of the blood were finding their own happiness. So much suffering had been endured and fear when the queen awoke. They all deserved a time of peace.

How much weight did she carry that she could speak so evenly on tragedies that consumed the hearts of others? She wondered if Maharet could still act in passion under the yoke of all her years, how beautiful she might look moved beyond reason. It was no surprise that she was so loved and respected by dear Santino and Eric.

"Are you? Interesting that is your take when Santino has seemed to believe himself no longer than same man. Neither answer is wrong, different takes on the same topic is all." There was no judgement to be had, in the end she trusted that Allesandra was no more the woman of the coven just as she was no more the seer of her people. "You've grown since those days, I do not believe I would recognize you as the same women."

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He was staring at her. Staring at her for perhaps a little too long as he mustered up the courage to attempt to speak. Compliments were certainly not one of Vincent’s strong points but in this moment he felt it impossible to simply stay silent and let the moment pass as he gazed upon this beautiful red haired woman. “I like your hair.”

Oh, didn’t he know that was true. Sam had been treated so poorly for his. With a steady and slow calmness to his gestures the witch sat down a little distance from the woman to watch her spin. It was something he knew obviously about, but not something he thought he’d ever seen demonstrated. It was methodical, entrancing and Vincent was clearly captivated.

Her own hair made the strongest thread she could find, perhaps when not making them into chains she might see about weaving it into something else. Would a jacket made from her own hair be considered in poor taste? If it was it was questionable if anyone would inform her.

Do you ever steal eyes to ve able to see once more?

"A shame that you did not even receive sight long enough to be worth the effort. It would seem that is the case." There was a soft frown knowing he could not receive escape from darkness in the same manner she had for millenia. Such horrors to endure a process and find failure within moments.

“It was rather horrific for me to attempt, and needlessly cruel to the other party as well. I was a much younger Immortal then, operating on the recommendation of another. I have not attempted again,” he added. While Angelus would like nothing more than to have his sight returned to him, he had adapted and grown used to living without it after several millennia.

"I know those horrors well, many were upset seeing the way I stole from bodies to maintain my sight. A monster that stole the eyes of victims and was cursed by the mortals who saw what was left in my wake." A task that with time became easy, horrifying in how simple it was to her. In ways she would argue he was stronger, adapting where she refuses to give up her sight even if it meant stealing the eyes on another.

“We do what we must in order to survive, of course. I don’t judge anyone for doing what they need to. I might be doing the same as you, if the length of the eyes’ use was much longer,” he acknowledged, shrugging his shoulders. “Regardless, I grew tired of such violence very quickly into my Immortal life. Why take when it isn’t strictly necessary for me to do so? Why desecrate a corpse in such a way when I could just learn to adapt?”

Some may have taken his words as a slight but not Maharet, she understood well and if she could grant him something that required less violence to see once more she would without complaint. "You are brave to endure learning something that many struggle to adapt to."

Angelus merely smiled at being called brave. “I thank you for the compliment. Some other Immortals find me cowardly, as I am not exactly interested in the more violent aspects of our kind, unless absolutely necessary. I am glad you do not think so.” As much as he enjoyed meeting and befriending other Immortals, he was cautious to avoid those more prone to needless and careless acts of carnage. “Despite the things you have done to continue experiencing the world in the way you wish, you are very kind.” He nodded.

"They find cowardness in something they could not endure. We are bound to violence but that does not mean we shall all desire for violence beyond what is needed for our survival." There was one of the many reason she made the rule that forbid the destruction of others of their kind. Too many were hurt by the actions of another but if they all began taking an eye for an eye they would all surely suffer. No one was without sin and the longer one lived the harder it was to not commit a crime against another. "I appreciate you believe so, my current eyes were given to me to allow me to see without such cruelty inflicted on those who I must feed from." The small drink was possible now if she desired it as she no longer needed victims for eyes.