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Even with utter exhaustion seeming forever etched into his companion’s face, the cold stubbornness shone through, even if only for a moment. Unfortunately, it seemed to slip away as quickly as it had come on. Louis would rather have had Etienne scream and shout at him, or perhaps even become physical and shove him away. This, as it stood, was heartbreaking.

All the same, he allowed the man to shuffle away from him. He looked small to Louis as he treated to the table in the corner, the baked goods seeming to create an odd kind of fortress around him. Sighing softly, he slipped toward him once he was invited, settling into the chair across from the other.

“I wanted to see you,” he said simply. “It’s been too long. I wanted to make sure you were alright.” At this, he gave Etienne a pointed look. “We should do something. The night is young. You could shower and then we could go out. Dinner, perhaps? Even a nice walk.”

“Thank you for coming to check on me.” Etienne picked at a muffin. Crumbs falling off on the little table. He kept his cerulean eyes down. He didn’t want to see Louis’ concern and disappointment. “Am I on the menu then? I probably wouldn’t taste all the great now.” He continuously picked at the muffin until it disintegrated into inedible crumbs.

Etienne sighed, and leaned back in his chair. The open window let in a cool evening breeze. It ruffled tangled blond locks. Goosebumps rose all along his arms and legs. Yet he didn’t feel it at all. He was like stone. Unaffected by the environment. “I’m sure you have your own plans anyway. I don’t want to be a bother…”

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[hisatonement]

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My muse has just been shot by Cupid! The first one in my inbox is the one they fall in love with! ♥         

To be a hopeless romantic and single on the day of lovers was a huge bummer for Dennis, he had every intention of ignoring the day’s significance and carrying on as normal (whatever normal was), but it was hard to avoid what with the paraphernalia decorating every store window.

Deciding to forget the old fashioned way, Dennis makes his way that evening to the usual bar for a few whiskeys. But on his way out something hits him, literally, his body jolts as if he’s been shot but he can see no trace of an attack. Then looking up he feels his whole world slow as he lays eyes on the most beautiful man to grace the Earth. His breath hitches in his throat, his heart thunders, he could swear he heard Angels sing. He couldn’t let the man walk away without ever learning his name.

He hurries forward and grabs the stranger’s hand, “Wait!”

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Unrest washed through Europe after the surprise victory by the American colonies. They had not only bested the most powerful Empire, but successfully created their own government based on Enlightenment philosophies. Monarchs feared what this could mean for their fragile rule. If a bunch of untrained colonials could defeat a distant Empire, what could angry peasants do in their own country? Revolts swept through the European Continent. Most of them were easily put down through force or appeasement. However, there was one country that would not have a chance against the storm brewing on the horizon.

France was dealt a devastating blow by three wars in the span of two decades. Their little resources left over from the French and Indian War and Seven Years’ War were depleted further by their involvement with the American Revolution. In short France was heavily in debt, and was sinking deeper into a bottomless pit with every passing month. The people of France was getting restless; beaten down by their position in life, and angry with the new young fumbling King. Versailles locked their golden gates as peasants stormed the Bastille, calling out for the blood of the King and Nobles.

Prince de Sang Etienne Valois-Bourbon, Marquis de Livarot knew the horrors that were coming. Barely into his years as a teenager he was sent to America to witness the last of the Revolution, to experience war and the price that came with it. Cerulean eyes once filled with innocence and wonder were shattered. The shelter carefully created by his parents was completely ripped down. Instead of being broken down as many expected, Etienne developed an intense urge to protect. The teen had returned to France with a new outlook on life. He set out to help those ruined by war, and other misfortunes in life. Going so far as sneaking out of Versailles to bring food to the dirtied streets of Paris.

Years later as France descended into chaos the blond noble tried to help as much as he could. Everyone in Versailles ignored the riots that spread through Paris like a fatal disease; burning the host until nothing was left but ashes. Etienne knew that any moment could be the breaking point. After the storming of the Bastille Etienne convinced his family to move away from the France. Being nobility put a large target on their backs, and the young man did not want his family to perish needlessly.

Distant cousins, aunts, and uncles were shipped out to various countries throughout Europe. Anger in Paris was geared more towards the nobles closest to the Monarchy, and the Monarchy itself. Relatives of more importance were persuaded to go much further than the boundaries of the Continent; specifically Britain and the new States of America. That is how Etienne found himself in the swamp city of Nouveau Orleans. The blond wanted to personally make sure that family closely tied to the French Royal family made it safely to their destination. New Orleans was the choice, because of its supposed similarity to French culture. As Etienne stepped off the boat and onto the docks, the only similarity seemed to be to Paris with the low quality of life rotting in a cesspool of filth and disease.

Cool cerulean eyes regarded every detail of this new city as he traveled to prearranged accommodations. Etienne could not believe that this is the destination he had chosen for his immediate family. Although, he was quite rushed to get them out of the destructive path in France. He wanted his family to be surrounded by the home they will never return to, but now he’s regretting the decision to send them to this swampy exile. Everything had been prearranged, and paid for. By some miraculous luck, his family was placed in a fairly decent part of New Orleans. Far from the grasp of despair that choked the very life from every fresh face.

The days following the Frenchman’s arrival were a blur of business, negotiations, and settlements. Etienne wanted to make sure that his family was well taken care of before his inevitable departure back to Europe. A moment of peace finally arrived when he could go riding beyond the town to see the lavish plantation homes. Anything alluding to his status of nobility was left behind. Thin cotton and linen replaced silk and velvet. Sturdy leather boots instead of delicate heeled shoes. Long blond hair kept in a tight queue with a simple band rather than a silk ribbon. The suffocating humidity and overall dirt of New Orleans did not warrant such a fanciful display, and was far from practical. Etienne spent the entirety of the day admiring massive plantations from his horseback.

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[bloodstrung]

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His eyes were watching the crowd. They were young eyes, not having seen the turn of centuries, but they were dark. A black beast moved behind them, gnawing at thoughts and feelings like a hungry wolf at dry bones. Nicolas was hungry, too. He no longer had to drink every single night, which was a strange change of pace for him. His strength had made a leap while he had been asleep, far gone to a place of his own devising. But he had been waiting for too long all the same. His last meal had been with Armand who had given him a sleeping victim, someone who could not struggle. He had felt like a dog being fed, however, and resolved to find his next victim on his own. 

His roaming path had led him to a city down the east coast, in the south of the New World. New Orleans. Here he sat all throughout the evening, in a cafe in the French Quarter (which he found to not resemble France at all). From time to time he spotted someone he found promising, trying to mind the rules he had been given. Out of sight, people who would not be missed. But Nicolas was easily distracted. Almost the entire time he felt watched. Someone else, another of his kind, was nearby. He sensed the presence clearly and it unsettled him to imagine an encounter with this stranger. From time to time his nails dug into the fabric of his sleeve to keep himself grounded. Pain was an anchor but not always reliable.

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Exactly how the bearded man had come to be laying on the footpath in the middle of a vast park was uncertain and why seemed to make even less sense; at least, that was the case for anyone other than Drosten. He’d picked that spot because he liked the way the trees moved and gave him glimpses of the stars every so often and he’d decided to lay down to save his neck. He was quite happy right where he was now and his smile only grew as time wore on and as the wind picked up. He truly didn’t have a care in the world. 

[hisatonement]

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Louis’ home was truly in New Orleans, but he had needed to get away for a while. He craved a permanent home elsewhere that could be visited at the drop of a hat; that could belong to him. A hotel room wouldn’t suffice, so when he stumbled upon the quaint little house, he immediately purchased it. Now he was in the process of unpacking a few crates that had been shipped over, and decorating here and there.

As a knock came at the door, the vampire blinked in surprise, glancing at the clock. It was early enough in the evening, he supposed, though most mortals tended to keep their visiting to the daylight hours. He hoped that this would be a pleasant surprise for himself, and as he moved to the door to come face to face with a weary but kind looking man, a soft smile stretched over his lips. His own hand reached out to firmly shake the other’s, deciding that this was indeed a pleasant surprise. “Oui, my name is Louis. I’ve just moved from New Orleans. It was kind of you to drop by to welcome me. Would you care to come inside for a few moments?”

Polite, handsome, slight French accent, Dennis’ grin widened as he concluded he had hit the jackpot for new neighbours. He steps into the barely furnished house, glancing curiously at the crates of belongings strewn about half opened and the little decorations here and there.

“Thank you very much, you’ve chosen a great spot, the neighbourhood around here is very friendly. If you need any help unpacking or fixing the place up don’t hesitate to ask.” He leans against a wall, not wanting to sit until he was invited to do so, “So what brings you here from New Orleans? Work?”

[saligiare]

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Ahhh. Ain’t nobody in the world who could resist a nightly funfair, could they? Cotton candy, merry-go-rounds and blinking lights as far as the eye could see, huge stuffed toys, laughing children, the scent of candied almonds hovering above the masses and mixing with the light-hearted tunes doodling around every corner. A bit of money (or a little more) could buy you a load of distraction and fun moments for a single night, and the illusion of a world not fully crumbling with global warming and radioactive waste spilling into the oceans without rest.

Asmodeus waved at the young couple leaving the shooting gallery he was currently overseeing, a big smile on his face. If granted some vanity he would dare say that he looked quite marvellous tonight in his shirt and tailcoat, the flaming hair put together in a loose ponytail at the side of his face. When his eyes fell onto one of the fleeting individuals passing by his stall, he whistled, a knowing twinkle in his inhumanly green eyes.

“And what about you, young lad? Would you care to test your skill on our innocent rubber ducks or tin soldiers? 10 bucks - 15 shots! There is a special price for those who never miss..”

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[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following;        

my opinion on;

character in general: Certainly one of the few characters that I like in The Vampire Chronicles.  Louis as a character is always problematic at best but I do think he’s a good character with some depth. (this is so bad but its really hot and my brain is mush) how they play them: I TELL THEM ALL THE TIME VERY AGGRESSIVELY IN CAPS LIKE THIS THAT I LOVE HOW THEY WRITE LOUIS. For real. They bring a different approach to Louis’ character which is refreshing all together. It’s good to see him have some more depth instead of how he’s typically portrayed.the mun: OH MAN. OHHH MAN. Seriously, they are amazing. Always down to write all things with me. Super kind and nice, checks up on me. Genuine person.

do i;

follow them: OF COURSE.rp with them: Yeeeees!want to rp with them: always do!ship their character with mine: hella.

what is my;

overall opinion: 10/10 would recommend. Seriously. Good Louis, good content and great mun.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.