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tryingtobe
Jan. 31st, 2017 05:15 amJanuary 31/Day 300
Medietas was the best place Louis had been in centuries. Everything it offered he reached for eagerly with an appreciation he hadn't possessed since before his brother died, and that joie de vivre was greater now, perhaps, than it had been even then. He wanted to sample all that a vampire life couldn't offer him, especially companionship with a mortal he now had no desire to feed from.
Marie wasn't human, he knew that well, although what she was still defied his current understanding. He'd deduced some of her background from what she told him and from that awful collar she'd been given, and the realization made him feel mildly ill. Such a sweet young woman shouldn't have been so sheltered, she deserved nothing less than the best.
After she accepted his dinner invitation he thought for some time on the most hospitable approach he could take. They'd agreed to choose a restaurant together, and he intended to leave that decision mostly to her as his tastes were far less refined. But that wouldn't likely be the entire evening, he knew, and Louis set about procuring what he thought might make her more comfortable.
His first stop was to Wayne's World of Music, where he purchased a small boombox and a copy of Bizet's Carmen on CD. His second was to the market to select a bottle of wine the merchant insisted was delightful, as well as a yellow rose. All of these he brought back to his townhouse on Mundus.
When he knocked on Marie's door to pick her up that evening he was dressed in a casual suit, holding the rose and rediscovering what humans meant when they described the feeling of butterflies in their stomachs.
Medietas was the best place Louis had been in centuries. Everything it offered he reached for eagerly with an appreciation he hadn't possessed since before his brother died, and that joie de vivre was greater now, perhaps, than it had been even then. He wanted to sample all that a vampire life couldn't offer him, especially companionship with a mortal he now had no desire to feed from.
Marie wasn't human, he knew that well, although what she was still defied his current understanding. He'd deduced some of her background from what she told him and from that awful collar she'd been given, and the realization made him feel mildly ill. Such a sweet young woman shouldn't have been so sheltered, she deserved nothing less than the best.
After she accepted his dinner invitation he thought for some time on the most hospitable approach he could take. They'd agreed to choose a restaurant together, and he intended to leave that decision mostly to her as his tastes were far less refined. But that wouldn't likely be the entire evening, he knew, and Louis set about procuring what he thought might make her more comfortable.
His first stop was to Wayne's World of Music, where he purchased a small boombox and a copy of Bizet's Carmen on CD. His second was to the market to select a bottle of wine the merchant insisted was delightful, as well as a yellow rose. All of these he brought back to his townhouse on Mundus.
When he knocked on Marie's door to pick her up that evening he was dressed in a casual suit, holding the rose and rediscovering what humans meant when they described the feeling of butterflies in their stomachs.
