#voiceofthequeen

[angelustheancient]

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

Angelus looked slightly unnerved by the question. “I tried once, and only once,” he explained. “The process was messy, and it was not even worth the effort, as they only lasted mere minutes before my sight was gone again. It will not be a repeat experience.”

“I believe my…impairment is a bit more complicated than just swapping eyes.”

[miller-mayfair]

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

I wouldn't run, no. I'd be that deer who suddenly loses all instinct and freezes up in front of a car's headlights. Uh, Ma'am. Feels like I should address you respectfully like that and all.

[mael-gallia]

"You are back." he said timidly, not at all sure how to navigate how he felt about this wisdom. "Is Jesse with you?" the question was perhaps too direct. Too blunt. Too transparent of a confession of thought.

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[crypticcovenmom]

Her demeanor was gentle but her grace and age was just as striking as her wild appearance, leaving her identity no secret in this modern world where the eldest of their kind lived in more light than ever before. For all the little cliques that yet formed, they were still less isolated than before. It felt strange to have these figures to be more than legend, even if her maker was one of them.

Allesandra put her hand over her heart briefly and tilted her head in a bow to greet the woman before her. “May I join you?” She requested politely.

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[sanguineetaurum]

Marius do you hate for refusing your request? Knowing how Santino brought you suffering and yet I refuse your request of revenge.

No, I do not hate you for it. I do not believe I ever could.

I disagreed with your ruling then, and I disagree with it still. Yet I understood your reasoning. Despite all of that, I could never hate you.

[faintlyradiant]

Is it selfish of me to desire a visit?

"Selfish? I was beginning to wonder if you had moved without leaving a forwarding address." The quip is delivered with a softening fondness. It may be ridiculous, but he worries for her. He always has. "I've missed you."

[devilsfool]

♣ - a fading memory

The smell of wood, beer, sweat. The sound of many voices, mingled together yet muffled, blocked by a thick oak door. The fire in the corner, warming the room in ways the ones at home never could.

I remember it was small and how enamored I was with the idea of a small, enclosed space. I remember the feel of the table beneath my mortal hands. I remember the taste of wine on my tongue, dark and red.

I can't tell you what time it was or what clothes I was wearing. I barely remember what clothes he was wearing, but to be honest my eyes were lost in his expression, both fond and guarded at the same time, as though he'd begun the night with one plan of action that had somehow been derailed.

It was mortal, it was beautiful, and it was a level of quiet understanding I had only ever felt in the presence of my mother, but ah! This was openness, this was honesty, this was an inebriated sweetness I hadn't known I could achieve.

Almost gone, if I reach for it. Not the night or the idea of the night, but the details I wish I could tuck into a pocket and keep for a rainy day.

[teamreeves]

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

The question caught her out a little, and her expression was almost embarrassed as she met Maharet's entirely too all-seeing gaze. "All right, yes, I miss it a little, sometimes." In some small way, it felt like a failing for a psychic and a trained Talamasca field agent, to not instantly accept and acclimate to one of her nearest and dearest transferring his spirit to a different body. Especially when David himself had taken it so in stride.

"The body shouldn't matter as long as the spirit is the same, I know that. He's clearly happy. And he ought to be, he's gorgeous," she added with a little flash of a grin. "But I always thought he was handsome before. And..." Well. It was a little too Freudian to admit that David and Aaron had, in their own way, become almost paternal figures to her while she lived with the Order, but it was true. "I guess it's silly, I should know by now that looks and age don't correlate, shouldn't I? But he comforted me and looked after me so much. In some strange way, I miss him. Even though he's right there." Her voice had gone soft and quiet. With a visible effort she straightened and shook the wistfulness away. "Don't tell him I said that, though. He might be upset."