Post by Adrien Célestin Chevalier on Jan 25, 2013 19:08:44 GMT -5
The sky, while it was night, was lit up beautifully by the crescent moon and a starlight sky. Icy blue eyes glanced up at the Queen of the Night along with a pair of hazel ones. A woman's arm was wrapped around one of Adrien's strong ones, her other pointing up, finger tracing a constellation. His eyes slid over to Alexandria, her beam even more brilliant than the Moon Herself, hazel orbs glistening in delight. The side of Adrien's lips twitched slightly, as though tempted to smile but having forgotten how long ago. It was not his expression that showed his internal joy at being with the Vampiress, but the warmth in his eyes as he gazed down at her. So pure and sweet, ever so loving and beautiful, inside and out. She reminded him so much of his wife, the only woman he had ever loved before he caught sight of and saved Alexandria years before. Not wishing for her to catch him staring at her elegance, the man looked forward and continued listening to her talk, about how her evening had gone so far, the books she was reading, the people she had met. Adrien cared not what she talked about, always finding her most intriguing and relishing the sound of her melodic and soft voice. Even just her presence could lighten even when he was in the most foul mood or when much drama was occurring and little to nothing was going right. Their nightly walks through the gardens were just what the man needed to calm his mind. Even he needed to envelop in serenity every so often. If he did not, Adrien was sure he would not be able to go on.
Feeling the woman shudder beside him, the Vampire glanced over at her and, seeing as to how it was quite frigid and her coat appeared to be thinner, the man stopped. Alexandria blinked and asked him what was the matter, and Adrien proceeded to take off his heavy coat, having a thick suit underneath. Her eyes widened and a slightest shade of pink coloured her pale cheeks, her brows knitting together. She said, voice full of embarrassment and worry, "O-Oh, Adrien! I cannot take this. You will free-" Adrien shook his head and buttoned her up, replying, "I shall be fine, Alexandria. I am used to the cool air. You need it more than I."
After a bit more consolation, eventually the woman accepted, a bashful expression written across her features and staring down at the ground. They walked forward and Adrien held his arm out and, after a few moments and a soft sigh escaping her lips, Alexandria hooked her arm around his, using him as support. The man glanced over at the Vampyress, looking over her form. Even under the thick coat, he could tell how slight she was. Alexandria, the poor dear, practically starved herself, feeling guilt from feeding from humans and often forgetting to even drink the blood from Life Line because she was so wrapped up in her books. Adrien frequently had to remind her and he remembered quite clearly in the past before the company was made that he had to force her to eat, much to both of their dismay. He was glad those days were over because seeing the woman distraught over even causing the slightest bit of pain to a mortal was nearly unbearable for him, although he rarely if ever showed it, just as he did with nearly everything else. It was not that he did not wish to show her his emotions, it was simply that he had forgotten how and, most importantly, was terrified to. Adrien loved her, there was no denying himself that. He had loved for over one-hundred-and-fifty years yet he did little more than look at her warmly and take walks and talk with her. If ever he felt tempted to do more, perhaps his eyes lingered on her lips or his hand rested a bit too long on her hand or shoulder, an occurrence that truly did not happen often to be perfectly honest although slowly increased as more time passed by, a vision of his mutilated wife from hundreds of years before flashed within his mind and his heart clenched too tightly to breathe and he could not look at his Alexandria at that time. Adrien could only love her from afar for fear that the woman he had saved and sired would somehow be killed or harmed, the one person he held close to his heart being taken away from him once more.
The two finished their walk, exiting the snow-covered gardens and stepping within the large manor. When the door shut behind them, Alexandria turned towards Adrien and began to take off his coat to give it back to him. His hands rested over hers and his icy blue eyes gazed with a hint of warmth down into her hazel orbs, saying, "Keep it for now, Alexandria. At least for the night. You still have the library to go to." The woman glanced down, avoiding his gaze, a soft smile on her lips. She thanked him, looking upwards quickly before turning around and leaving, telling him she would be back soon. Adrien watched her go down the hall, a few guards he had appointed following her considering her dangerous encounter months previously. A sigh escaped the man's lips and his hands slipped within his jacket pockets. He surprisingly had nothing to do this evening and, with Alexandria leaving for a few hours, the man began to ponder just exactly what he would do.
Feeling the woman shudder beside him, the Vampire glanced over at her and, seeing as to how it was quite frigid and her coat appeared to be thinner, the man stopped. Alexandria blinked and asked him what was the matter, and Adrien proceeded to take off his heavy coat, having a thick suit underneath. Her eyes widened and a slightest shade of pink coloured her pale cheeks, her brows knitting together. She said, voice full of embarrassment and worry, "O-Oh, Adrien! I cannot take this. You will free-" Adrien shook his head and buttoned her up, replying, "I shall be fine, Alexandria. I am used to the cool air. You need it more than I."
After a bit more consolation, eventually the woman accepted, a bashful expression written across her features and staring down at the ground. They walked forward and Adrien held his arm out and, after a few moments and a soft sigh escaping her lips, Alexandria hooked her arm around his, using him as support. The man glanced over at the Vampyress, looking over her form. Even under the thick coat, he could tell how slight she was. Alexandria, the poor dear, practically starved herself, feeling guilt from feeding from humans and often forgetting to even drink the blood from Life Line because she was so wrapped up in her books. Adrien frequently had to remind her and he remembered quite clearly in the past before the company was made that he had to force her to eat, much to both of their dismay. He was glad those days were over because seeing the woman distraught over even causing the slightest bit of pain to a mortal was nearly unbearable for him, although he rarely if ever showed it, just as he did with nearly everything else. It was not that he did not wish to show her his emotions, it was simply that he had forgotten how and, most importantly, was terrified to. Adrien loved her, there was no denying himself that. He had loved for over one-hundred-and-fifty years yet he did little more than look at her warmly and take walks and talk with her. If ever he felt tempted to do more, perhaps his eyes lingered on her lips or his hand rested a bit too long on her hand or shoulder, an occurrence that truly did not happen often to be perfectly honest although slowly increased as more time passed by, a vision of his mutilated wife from hundreds of years before flashed within his mind and his heart clenched too tightly to breathe and he could not look at his Alexandria at that time. Adrien could only love her from afar for fear that the woman he had saved and sired would somehow be killed or harmed, the one person he held close to his heart being taken away from him once more.
The two finished their walk, exiting the snow-covered gardens and stepping within the large manor. When the door shut behind them, Alexandria turned towards Adrien and began to take off his coat to give it back to him. His hands rested over hers and his icy blue eyes gazed with a hint of warmth down into her hazel orbs, saying, "Keep it for now, Alexandria. At least for the night. You still have the library to go to." The woman glanced down, avoiding his gaze, a soft smile on her lips. She thanked him, looking upwards quickly before turning around and leaving, telling him she would be back soon. Adrien watched her go down the hall, a few guards he had appointed following her considering her dangerous encounter months previously. A sigh escaped the man's lips and his hands slipped within his jacket pockets. He surprisingly had nothing to do this evening and, with Alexandria leaving for a few hours, the man began to ponder just exactly what he would do.
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