Savior [Giovanni]

[Sorcha Venn]

Finally, when the sheen of noise and sweat of bodies left the air clean as it could be in a city so populated, Sorcha paused in her meandering monologue of the city. She had pointed out the nicest cafes to go to when one felt the need for great music for little money, not that that was a problem for Giovanni, and a plethora of many other diamonds dug so deeply in the industrial rough. She told him about the Statue of Harmony; though she wasn’t directly connected to the coven the story of its forging was well known to her. She thought it beautiful in a time of tension and uncertainty when beautiful things with redeemable symbolism were necessary. As much as she enjoyed it, however, the statue was no place to discuss the matters that needed to be put into action.

Instead, King’s Landing loomed lush with green trees bowing against a soft breeze, away from the corruption and decay the people peddling drugs and harboring violence. A small trail dipping into a more secluded safety stretched before them, and she turned to him finally with a slowed gait after small talk and touring speech, hoping he wouldn’t mind the quiet. One had to be careful in places lit up with darkness, and Sorcha was observant enough to have found such an oasis in a melting pot of degenerates taking advantage of a usually lovely park.

“I could go on for days about this city, though I won’t.” She told him, “It’s the matters within it that serve more importance.” With a shrug, her eyes drifted ahead of her, searching with a silent awareness even though the night only served the muffled city noises and occasional whisper of leaves to her enhanced hearing. Sorcha trusted Giovanni already, shown by her agreement to see him as soon as he got off the train. What she didn’t trust were the ears that could be listening, eyes passing judgment on a non-coven misfit and a sharply dressed vampire of stature and grace beneath his father’s name. Somewhat sure their company was mutual between them alone and after a few mental realizations she may have been much too uptight about this, she gathered the courage to break the silence again with her voice.

“I hope I can be of help, I truly do. You must see something in me I don’t quite yet.” Her lips turned into a slight smile, a very genuine gesture that lit up her blue eyes with a sort of subtle light, much like the light against withdrawn curtains, very much there but not felt by touch or presence. Years of running had taken a toll on her, being nothing more than a lficker in the lives of few before moving on was no way to live. Even her fear wrought on by a turning that left much to the daydreaming glamour of a life without age, sickness or natural death was wearing her down. She wanted to be done with it all, she wanted to be stronger, better, and above all worth something. It was true that she didn’t see anything of value within herself, but she was there, beside Giovanni waiting for his words of guidance and plan. That in itself was a hopeful sign.

[salvatore]

Giovanni stodd quiet as she pointed out all the places he should visit, all the quality locations in a town to him so lacking in quality. His eyes ran from bar, to libraries, to parks, to anything that could be considered decent in that rathole New York was. No matter how hard she tried he still saw nothing nice in it, it was still the same decrepit, bland, uninteresting city, but he did appreciate her efforts, her intentions were good and that was all he could ask for, a friendly face with the patience to show him around, not out of obligation but by own choice.

She mentioned the statue of harmony, but little did she know he already knew about it. It was one of the few things he knew about this city, he had always been told about how the statue of harmony had been created and to him it was a mark of hipocrisy and fake values. A representation of a lie, a lie that was slowly being surfaced as he knew already of the attacks that were going on, he knew of the bodies piling up and the common hatred increasing, and he would exploit that too to his best ability.

Still both hands in his pockets he followed her into what looked like a park with tall trees of a deep green coloration, King's Landing they called it, the name wasn't strange to him, perhaps one of his father's many letters had mentioned this place. Where others saw beauty he saw a spot for crack addicts to hide! But still he didn't complaint, he was being too picky and he didn't want to sound whiny, he wasn't the type to just be that obnoxious. He nodded as she finished her words and contemplated the idea that he saw something on her she didn't.

Giovanni chuckled, looked to the ground and looked back up at her "Many people can't see their qualities, so outsiders must inform them of said qualities." He leaned against a tree looking at the moon trying to figure how late it was without having to look at his watch, it was a game he liked to play, guess the hour and most times he was right or at least around it. He looked at the watch, match. Looking at her again before placing his hand again in his pocket he continued "I can trust you, you've proven that to me over the past couple of months...You're clearly on my boat.".

Stretching his back he pushed his body forward away from the tree "And to be fair, my father has his gun packed gorillas, I have a highly intelligent, beautiful woman...By default I'm winning." He laughed, but without raising his tone too much, controling himself. Taking a more serious approach he coughed a bit. "Anyways, we both know what I seek, how it's going to happen? That's a different thing.". He looked up, his eyes seemingly distant, calculating things.

"One thing is for sure, with least blood possible, we can't afford to attract all attention to us and it, will be tricky..." For now he didn't want to worry about it, at least for his first few days here, he still had to meet up with him, the man he had come to see, his father. "I'll have to meet up with my father sooner or later, I want you to come with me...It's time for people to see that I am not alone in here, and it's time to form my own alliances." He looked at her waiting for her response to his request.

[Sorcha Venn]

Sorcha listened with adamant attention, nodding when it was needed, displaying a genuinely felt smile at the mention of her beauty briefly passed and the agreement that came along with not wanting to draw too much attention or blood. It seemed Giovanni was going for an approach that made her feel as an equal, instead of some henchmen who he wanted to use for only one tier of a multi-layered plan to paint the walls crimson with a power she didn’t quite like using in a violent manner. Consistency of details and assets was the idea that came to mind as he spoke, while her clear blue eyes stayed squarely in the present to take in the scenery, his faded off somewhat, like fog wrapping about the silhouette of something seemingly unobtainable. They were the eyes of someone revolutionary, no doubt, the eyes of change and something new to pave over the obsolete.

"I'll have to meet up with my father sooner or later, I want you to come with me...It's time for people to see that I am not alone in here, and it's time to form my own alliances."

He asked the world of her, with this question. To break away from her solitude and emerge as more than just a face in the crowd to her fellow vampires felt unnerving. What would they think, do, feel, seeing a woman whose name wasn’t at the tip of their tongues or remembered by preternatural memory and yet stood alongside the elder’s son? It would be shattering much of the wall she had built to protect herself from the world, but, did she need to fear the others of her kind as much as she did now? Giovanni said himself; the qualities remained sealed away from the owner, blossoming only to reveal themselves to those who saw it. A rare eclipse, or a flower only swayed by the moon’s light instead of the sun, and yet still she felt the inherent lack of trust that Giovanni could protect her in the wake of initial curiosities and alliance establishments, himself, or this plan before it was completed while he seemed ready to begin.

The vampire felt almost guilty for doubting him at all, and after a moment of silent deliberation, she nodded slowly, almost confidently. She would deal with her anxiety while Giovanni prepared, for hopefully a few nights, to finally make audience with his father, the vampire she knew about through history alone. A man who did indeed hire the intellectual equivalent to gun packed gorillas but held a fierce reputation all his own. Someone like that needed to be weakened from the inside, and Giovanni knew it and Sorcha understood. So much to take in, she sighed, pursing her lips with conviction of words to follow up with her somewhat enigmatic nod.

“Of course, Giovanni. I’ll be right there. Though, I’m terribly out of touch with any formalities when it comes to being in the presence of your father. How will he take your return? Has he… Missed you?” To ask such personal things was a lot, but time was lengthy for a vampire, especially when a bloodline shared the vampire lineage. Years, decades could go by, and one would realize how little they had spoken to another of their kind. She simply wondered if this elder was a father Giovanni would miss in the aftermath of his plan, or simply a hindrance taken care of.

[salvatore]

He eyed her reaction, she seemed uncomfortable, but that was to be expected. He knew Sorcha wasn't one to stand out, even tho if most times she did without noticing, mainly based on her beauty and charm. But no matter how uncomfortable it might have seemed, she still accepted, more worried about the way she would act and if it would be appropriate, her innocence and way of looking at things was refreshing to Giovanni, he usually only handled with ruthless people, cold, distant, so she was a breath of fresh air in that routine of listening to the bad boy wannabe monologues.

"Don't worry about formalities, you'll do just fine, it isn't as hard as it may seem..." He smiled and got closer to her "To be fair, you just need to act casually, be yourself, you're a very likable person anyways." She asked if his father would miss him. He was sure he would, no matter how cold Guillermo was most of the times, he was still proud of his son and what he had become, so much he found him a worthy successor. Giovanni looked to the ground before replying to her question, not sure of what to say.

"My father will have missed me I'm sure. He's not that much of an asshole as people paint him to be. He can be cruel to the enemy, but as far as he's concerned, I'm not his enemy, I'm his son!" He didn't want to push this topic any further, she would see it with her own eyes so there was no point. Perhaps he was hiding from the fact he actually had an ounce of likeness towards his father, but he'd rather ignore it, it only made things trickier, his father was an obstacle, his views were distorted, he simply didn't fit the society Giovanni had planned.

Getting hold of Sorcha's arm with his own arm, gently intertwining them he looked into her lovely eyes and asked "Care to walk for a while? I'm rather tired of standing in the same place after spending hours on an airplane and another endless time in a train..." He knew she wouldn't refuse so he started taking those steps with her by his side. At first admiring the trees, the sounds of the lonely birds that still roamed the night and the background noise of the city, all the cars and lights, the things he most despised.

He kept walking as he talked "Tell me Sorcha, what's your opinion on the current state of our society? Vampire one, I mean, obviously..." He liked to know people's opinions on certain matters, and it was a way to know how ready she'd be to go down the line with him. Of course he didn't expect her to just do everything easily, but he'd help her cross that path, he'd help her build more confidence, so sooner than later she could be standing next to him, on top of the food chain, so no more mistakes would happen.