Free to Fly

Estelle Bousquet. 22 (57) year old vampire. New to New York. French tutor. Natural born singer. Currently living in Hell's Kitchen with her sire (Darling). "When you are unsure of the future, keep doing what's in front of you with all your heart and with love, what is meant for you will find you."

[french-songbird]

liamjarvis:

“Oh, uh — sí?” Liam stumbled nervously, before widening his eyes as he realised she was French. “Oh, sorry. I just — not my fault. My brain is fuzzy. I drank, earlier on. It just slipped out of mouth. Oui, primary school.” Liam added on with a gentle smile, hoping to rectify his mistake. “You would — never. Force me to do anything. Ever. I would be honoured to go for a drink with you, Estelle. So — which part of France are you from?”

“Are you nervous?” She asked with bright eyes and curiosity. “It is cute, but you have no reason to be. You are already cute enough.” The vampire almost made a statement in some relation to the idiom so cute I could eat you up, but felt that wold be a little to on the nose. “I am still finding places here. Do you have a favorite place for drinks?” The redhead asked her smile growing wider as he asked about her country. “Normandy, though I traveled often. I was a singer when I was younger. Are you from here?”

[french-songbird]

rcwanbcrdeaux:

          His gaze diverted from hers immediately after she had mentioned how hard it had been without her sire around. The image of a disappointed Nixon, standing outside of a train station, in the middle of the night, demanding explanations from him, crossed his mind. It felt as though the Universe had been conspiring to make him feel guiltier by the second. “You'll–– You’ll figure it out.” His voice was barely audible at that point. Nixon didn’t. As a matter of fact, thanks to having Rowan abandon him, he progeny fell victim to a curse. He couldn’t help it. Everywhere he went, it was like there was something there to remind him of all his past wrongdoings. “I- um…” He had become lost in his own thoughts for too long, “Yeah, I guess you always manage to find something exciting. I mean, it’s not like my first years, anymore, but the world has never ceased to amaze me." 

His voice was soft. “Monsieur, did I say something wrong?” The vampire asked curiously. She wondered if he had a difficult relationship with the person who sired him or maybe even someone that he sired. Her jade green eyes just focused on him for a few moment while he lost himself in thought. “That is good to hear.”

[french-songbird]

liamjarvis:

“Oh, trust me. I gave up on acting after I got the part of the manger in my elementary school’s production of the Nativity.” Liam, as usual, overshared about his life with very little inhibitions. “D—drink? Me? Yes, I drink. No, wait, you mean us. Oh.” The hunter panicked, feeling himself chew on his bottom lip. “Of course. I’m Liam. Spelt normally. Li-am.”

“Elementary school? Is primary school?” She thought that was what her English counterparts called école. “My schooling was at home, so I did not get the opportunity to test my acting skills in such a way.” She shared back feeling comfortable with the man. She giggled at his response. “Only if you are sure. I would not want to force you to do anything, Liam.” His name rolling off her tongue in a sweet, honey-toned voice. “I am Estelle though I think there is only one way to spell it.”

[french-songbird]

gidxnystrom:

“Yeah… It’s a taste that got me a while to get used to. And once I had I had to turn to fresh corpses in the war and then adjust to blood bags all over again.. It’s not easy in the beginning, you might never truly like it. But to have a supply of blood right at your home is more convenient than having to go out twice or three times a day to hunt for a vein. And who knows if that person has a disease. I had a couple of tuberculosis people in my lifetime.. The taste stays with you for hours.. Ugh.” 

“I’ve never really stolen before, so I do not how one would go about taking blood bags from the humans.” She replied. Sure, she volunteered at the hospital. Yet, she still didn’t know if she could steal blood bags. On her conscious, she was able to call humans donors or helpful acquaintances.  Taking a blood bag meant she was physically taking blood from people in the hospital that she volunteered at. They usually kept a pretty good track of those too. “I have yet to have such an experience.”

[french-songbird]

dinah-davenport:

“That is a very good way to put it. Someone who paints more surreal things may be seen to have more of an imagination of what could be there than the realists.”

“I do not know if I would say imagination, but simply a different way of thought.”

[emercallo]

Emerson was frantically trying to meet several deadlines at Gensler, for she had called out the last couple days with food poisoning from a dish her friend made at their monthly “girls night in”. Finally getting out of several back to back meetings that morning, Emerson went into her office only for the second time today to get to work when the door opened with an unexpected guest. “To what do I owe the pleasant surprise?” she said as she took a seat. 

[french-songbird]

“Are we still on for coffee?” She asked her friend. While Estelle did not really need coffee unlike her human counterpart, it seemed something many people used for social time. “If you forgot, I completely understand.”

[hxndrcx]

“Look, I’m on time. Early even. If that doesn’t earn me a beer, I don’t know what the fuck does.” Given that more often than not, Hendrix bailed all too easily on plans, opting to work whenever the time called for it — which more recently was always. “Full disclosure, i’ve already passed off two calls from the station, better make the most of what time I’ve got.”

[french-songbird]

“Saying that you deserve a beer for being early almost makes it seem like you want a reward for spending time with me, Monsieur.” The vampire stated playfully. “Two? Already? Then we should hurry, shouldn’t we? Who knows how long I have you for.” 

[chaewcnx]

“One more change and I swear, I’ll tell my cousin straight up that I’ll be taking over as to what her wedding dress will look like. On a different note, this dress here is for a childhood friend of mine.” She spoke as she pointed to the dress that was on the mannequin. “It’s not done, but it’s getting there. Think she’ll like it?”

[french-songbird]

“I think that she’ll love it. It honestly looks amazing. What is the occasion?” She asked as her jade green eyes looked from the dress to the blonde.

[french-songbird]

galexdavenport:

“Oh, sorry.” Honestly it became awfully confusing when employee wouldn’t wear obvious working clothes. Perhaps he should’ve looked twice before throwing his problems in her face. “Technology, can’t live with it, can’t live without it am I right? What’s wrong with your phone?”

“It will randomly turn itself off, which is painfully frustrating.” The vampire replied with a sigh. She had to check it every so often to make sure it was even on.

[french-songbird]

dinah-davenport:

“Yes, I like it too,” she smiled at the red headed girl before glancing back at the painting, “I do prefer realism but I think this piece is so interesting. You see something new every time you look at it. “

“If you think about it, paintings reflect the people who painted them. Every time you see a different thing or something new, it’s a different side of the painter.”

[french-songbird]

malchesterfield:

          “If it keeps me from feelin’ like I’m off my bloody rocker, I think I’m perfectly okay with denying shite.” Mal took a step back, away from the vampire he had once found so warm and compelling (no pun intended). It surprised him to hear her talk so casually of taking blood from him and making him forget. It was not a world he had even had a chance to fully sink into; Lucian only making him aware of such vampires not too long ago. Even now the thought stung; mostly due to the fact that accepting vampires were real and having one feed off of you were two entirely different ball parks. “—And are yah saying that’s something you’d fuckin’ do?” It was not often he let fear bubble to the surface and yet he found it hard to breathe for a moment. 

When Mal backed away from her, she frowned slightly and a soft sigh escaped her lips. She could understand how it was scary, but he was a supernatural. The vampire also was not going to hide herself. There was nothing for her to be ashamed of. She lightly went to grab his hand thought she would understand if he wouldn’t let her. She realized she made a misstep in a conversation that she was attempting to tell him he needed vervain in. “Listen, Mal. I... I wouldn’t drink from you and I haven’t. I am just telling you that without knowing about vampires that is a possibility...” She dropped his hands and sighed once more. “Because I almost have. Back on Halloween when you ran into me... I was really hungry because of all the blood that was spilt that night. You smelled like a witch. Witch blood... It’s intoxicating to vampires. I stopped when I realized it was you. But... I’ve drank blood from people. I have never killed anyone. However, the reality of what I am is that I need blood to survive. I apologize if it makes me sound like a monster to you. I am just trying to tell you that being ignorant to the supernatural, especially in New York is not a good idea. There are so many supernatural here. So many vampires. So many werewolves. I am not trying to scare you though I know I am. I am just... I worry about you.”

[andi-egan-blog]

She nodded her head to her dinner companion’s comment as she opened her fortune cookie. It was something she always looked forward to as a kid anytime her parents ordered take out or dined in a Chinese establishment. “Unbelievable,” she muttered, confused by the fortune. “This has got to be a joke.” Looking up across to her dinner date she went on to ask, “What does yours say?” 

[french-songbird]

“Ambition knows no obstacles.” Estelle replied as she looking over at Andi. “I know that you said it was a joke, but what was it?” She asked curiously. 

[dinah-davenport]

“What an unusual piece,” Dinah said to herself as she looked up the painting in the wall, “It reminds me of Dalí with it’s dreamlike quality”. She wasn’t really speaking to anyone but if a passer by heard her then it didn’t really matter. 

[french-songbird]

“I agree. It’s gorgeous.” Estelle replied though she realized that the woman wasn’t really speaking with her.

[french-songbird]

holdendanvers:

          “Eh, not sure if there’s actually anything crazy with it. But, really, it’s just a full moon that appears blue. Whether it’s from dust particles in the air or something —- still cool, though.”

“That sounds absolutely beautiful.”

[french-songbird]

rowanbordeaux:

          As their conversation commenced, Rowan had reluctantly noticed that Estelle was not at all that bad. And as she continued on, mentioning her early life, her sire, her brother and her nephews, he sensed her to be nice, even. Perhaps he would never understand the reason for Noah and Estelle’s hatred for each other, but he figured that it might be like his for one Corrina Tallis. A senseless bitterness derived from an unresolved conflict that neither one of the parts were willing to solve. Estelle even managed to get a short smile out of him with that “–– new people like you” bit. “Hm, you’re pretty new at this thing then.” He nodded, allowing the silence between her question and his reply to prolong itself for as long as he needed to come up with a reply. “I’m pretty old.” After that encounter with his progeny earlier that week, Rowan figured he should steer clear of lies for a while. “Like–– centuries old.”

Estelle didn’t expect the man to smile, but it made her smile in return though her’s was a lot bigger and brighter. “Yes, I am. I think I am doing pretty well so far. Though admittedly it’s been a little difficult these past few weeks without my sire.” She chuckled a little. Estelle was a little surprised when she said centuries old though she knew she shouldn’t be. Darling had been centuries old. It’s just the man in front of her didn’t seem so old. “Oh wow. Is being a vampire always an adventure or is it just like that when you are new?” She asked looking to the man with hope in her eyes.

[french-songbird]

What’s your unanswerable question–the question you seem to always be asking yourself?

What is my purpose for living? Sure, I am enjoying it. I am gaining new experiences, but I don’t feel as though I have purpose.

[french-songbird]

Would you rather sing the entire soundtrack of the Greatest Showman at the oscars or would you rather sing the entire FOB album in Times Square?

It has been awhile since I have sung on stage. I would feel confident in doing either. I feel I would prefer the Greatest Showman at the Oscars. Fall Out Boy is not as close to what my genre had been when I was singer. I also love musicals.