The elf’s eyes lit up at the vampire’s words, amusement clear in his features.  It was not a moment late that another model appeared, asking for forgiveness and deeply disappointed when Elladan explained that the photographer had already taken his shots with a different model and left. He looked to Louis then, his head tilting to the side as he seemed to be thinking.  The man in front of him was pale in coloring, which was in stark but beautiful contrast to his midnight hair.  It also made his green eyes gleam inhumanly.  He was intriguing.

“Would you like to go out for a drink with me before disappearing back from where ever you appeared from?”

@thevampirecreole

Louis shrugged, looking at the other model as he took his leave. He flicked his hair out of his eyes, giving the elf a look over. “Yeah I guess so. It’s still early, and I don’t have to disappear again until dawn.” He tilted his head a bit as he looked up at him, struck by his lovely features. He was no human but he couldn’t pin down what else he might be. “Where to?”

“There’s this place not far from here that serves this killer chocolate martinis that soothe my sweet tooth.” He grabbed up his coat once more and pulled it on as he cast a glance to Louis once more. “You should be a model. You have the bones and looks for it.” He headed out the door then, moving back the way he had come. “You from around here? Why were you just leaning on that wall looking bored?” He looked to him again and smiled, “You struck me, obviously, as a bored, gorgeous, model.”

“I don’t have the temperament,” he said with a smile, pulling on the leather jacket he had stolen from a man he disliked. “I was waiting for someone that never materialized,” he said with a small shrug. He had been waiting for a meal, but had not had the time to find anyone before El had dragged him bodily into the studio. “You could say I’m from around here.” He smirked, looking over his shoulder at El as he began to leave. “Been here all my life.”

Elladan laughed at that, shaking his head slightly, “Whoever you were waiting for is a fool to have stood you up.”  He offered the other a tiny smile then.  His notion of flirting was not often as bold as such statements, but he was a believer in fate.  Something had caused him to snatch this stranger from the street and he meant to find out what it was.  “I am from Chicago myself.” he admitted as they walked together.  “This is my first trip to New Orleans, and only my second night here.”  He stopped in front of the place he had found the night before.  “So, if you know of a better place we could sit and talk, I’m open to following you elsewhere.”

Louis looked up at the bar, knowing already it would be a loud, busy affair inside. “There’s a nice little jazz bar not far from here.” He turned and glanced at him with a ghost of a smile. “Might be a better place to talk. I’m sure the bartender can figure out a chocolate martini.” Elladan was interesting. Louis did not often go out, and certainly not with strangers he had just met. There was something personally exciting he found about stepping out of his element.

El smiled then, his moon bright eyes gleaming in the light of the lamps that lined the street.  “That sounds perfect.  Lead the way, melin nin.”  He fell back into step with Louis as they continued on.  He had a sense about the male at his side, though he could not fully grasp if it was a completely good or bad one.  Louis had the scent of death or danger about him, but there was a stronger scent of melancholy or sadness.  Both made him intriguing and exciting for the elf who often only met humans focused on how unfair life was.  “If you are not a model, then what do you do for work, Louis?  What gets you out of bed everyday?”

Louis led him to one of the quieter streets. He had killed there before, but El was in no danger. “Real estate,” he answered after a moment. “I buy and sell properties to keep the lights on, but I wouldn’t say it gets me out of bed at night.” He shrugged. He wouldn’t mention that he had bought most of said properties over a century ago. “I spend a lot of time reading and writing when I’m home. I can’t spend too much time in the city though.”

“Why is that?” Elladan asked curiously. “Do you have something against the city?” He stopped in front of the jazz bar Louis had brought them to and took a measure of the place before deciding that it looked like a good place to sit and chat over a couple of drinks. “I guess I can understand the job not being your passion. I mean modeling doesn’t exactly give me a reason to live, but it does take me to all kinds of new places where I get to meet interesting people.” He gave Louis a look then, smiling at him before going to order them some drinks.

Louis shrugged. “Bad memories,” he said quietly. “There is so much in this city that reminds me of the past. It can be overwhelming sometimes.” He followed him inside, giving a nod to the bartender that recognized him. “Just a whiskey please,” he said with a small smile for Elladan.

The elf’s eyes lit up at the vampire’s words, amusement clear in his features.  It was not a moment late that another model appeared, asking for forgiveness and deeply disappointed when Elladan explained that the photographer had already taken his shots with a different model and left. He looked to Louis then, his head tilting to the side as he seemed to be thinking.  The man in front of him was pale in coloring, which was in stark but beautiful contrast to his midnight hair.  It also made his green eyes gleam inhumanly.  He was intriguing.

“Would you like to go out for a drink with me before disappearing back from where ever you appeared from?”

@thevampirecreole

Louis shrugged, looking at the other model as he took his leave. He flicked his hair out of his eyes, giving the elf a look over. “Yeah I guess so. It’s still early, and I don’t have to disappear again until dawn.” He tilted his head a bit as he looked up at him, struck by his lovely features. He was no human but he couldn’t pin down what else he might be. “Where to?”

“There’s this place not far from here that serves this killer chocolate martinis that soothe my sweet tooth.” He grabbed up his coat once more and pulled it on as he cast a glance to Louis once more. “You should be a model. You have the bones and looks for it.” He headed out the door then, moving back the way he had come. “You from around here? Why were you just leaning on that wall looking bored?” He looked to him again and smiled, “You struck me, obviously, as a bored, gorgeous, model.”

“I don’t have the temperament,” he said with a smile, pulling on the leather jacket he had stolen from a man he disliked. “I was waiting for someone that never materialized,” he said with a small shrug. He had been waiting for a meal, but had not had the time to find anyone before El had dragged him bodily into the studio. “You could say I’m from around here.” He smirked, looking over his shoulder at El as he began to leave. “Been here all my life.”

Elladan laughed at that, shaking his head slightly, “Whoever you were waiting for is a fool to have stood you up.”  He offered the other a tiny smile then.  His notion of flirting was not often as bold as such statements, but he was a believer in fate.  Something had caused him to snatch this stranger from the street and he meant to find out what it was.  “I am from Chicago myself.” he admitted as they walked together.  “This is my first trip to New Orleans, and only my second night here.”  He stopped in front of the place he had found the night before.  “So, if you know of a better place we could sit and talk, I’m open to following you elsewhere.”

Louis looked up at the bar, knowing already it would be a loud, busy affair inside. “There’s a nice little jazz bar not far from here.” He turned and glanced at him with a ghost of a smile. “Might be a better place to talk. I’m sure the bartender can figure out a chocolate martini.” Elladan was interesting. Louis did not often go out, and certainly not with strangers he had just met. There was something personally exciting he found about stepping out of his element.

El smiled then, his moon bright eyes gleaming in the light of the lamps that lined the street.  “That sounds perfect.  Lead the way, melin nin.”  He fell back into step with Louis as they continued on.  He had a sense about the male at his side, though he could not fully grasp if it was a completely good or bad one.  Louis had the scent of death or danger about him, but there was a stronger scent of melancholy or sadness.  Both made him intriguing and exciting for the elf who often only met humans focused on how unfair life was.  “If you are not a model, then what do you do for work, Louis?  What gets you out of bed everyday?”

Louis led him to one of the quieter streets. He had killed there before, but El was in no danger. “Real estate,” he answered after a moment. “I buy and sell properties to keep the lights on, but I wouldn’t say it gets me out of bed at night.” He shrugged. He wouldn’t mention that he had bought most of said properties over a century ago. “I spend a lot of time reading and writing when I’m home. I can’t spend too much time in the city though.”

The elf’s eyes lit up at the vampire’s words, amusement clear in his features.  It was not a moment late that another model appeared, asking for forgiveness and deeply disappointed when Elladan explained that the photographer had already taken his shots with a different model and left. He looked to Louis then, his head tilting to the side as he seemed to be thinking.  The man in front of him was pale in coloring, which was in stark but beautiful contrast to his midnight hair.  It also made his green eyes gleam inhumanly.  He was intriguing.

“Would you like to go out for a drink with me before disappearing back from where ever you appeared from?”

@thevampirecreole

Louis shrugged, looking at the other model as he took his leave. He flicked his hair out of his eyes, giving the elf a look over. “Yeah I guess so. It’s still early, and I don’t have to disappear again until dawn.” He tilted his head a bit as he looked up at him, struck by his lovely features. He was no human but he couldn’t pin down what else he might be. “Where to?”

“There’s this place not far from here that serves this killer chocolate martinis that soothe my sweet tooth.” He grabbed up his coat once more and pulled it on as he cast a glance to Louis once more. “You should be a model. You have the bones and looks for it.” He headed out the door then, moving back the way he had come. “You from around here? Why were you just leaning on that wall looking bored?” He looked to him again and smiled, “You struck me, obviously, as a bored, gorgeous, model.”

“I don’t have the temperament,” he said with a smile, pulling on the leather jacket he had stolen from a man he disliked. “I was waiting for someone that never materialized,” he said with a small shrug. He had been waiting for a meal, but had not had the time to find anyone before El had dragged him bodily into the studio. “You could say I’m from around here.” He smirked, looking over his shoulder at El as he began to leave. “Been here all my life.”

Elladan laughed at that, shaking his head slightly, “Whoever you were waiting for is a fool to have stood you up.”  He offered the other a tiny smile then.  His notion of flirting was not often as bold as such statements, but he was a believer in fate.  Something had caused him to snatch this stranger from the street and he meant to find out what it was.  “I am from Chicago myself.” he admitted as they walked together.  “This is my first trip to New Orleans, and only my second night here.”  He stopped in front of the place he had found the night before.  “So, if you know of a better place we could sit and talk, I’m open to following you elsewhere.”

Louis looked up at the bar, knowing already it would be a loud, busy affair inside. “There’s a nice little jazz bar not far from here.” He turned and glanced at him with a ghost of a smile. “Might be a better place to talk. I’m sure the bartender can figure out a chocolate martini.” Elladan was interesting. Louis did not often go out, and certainly not with strangers he had just met. There was something personally exciting he found about stepping out of his element.

The elf’s eyes lit up at the vampire’s words, amusement clear in his features.  It was not a moment late that another model appeared, asking for forgiveness and deeply disappointed when Elladan explained that the photographer had already taken his shots with a different model and left. He looked to Louis then, his head tilting to the side as he seemed to be thinking.  The man in front of him was pale in coloring, which was in stark but beautiful contrast to his midnight hair.  It also made his green eyes gleam inhumanly.  He was intriguing.

“Would you like to go out for a drink with me before disappearing back from where ever you appeared from?”

@thevampirecreole

Louis shrugged, looking at the other model as he took his leave. He flicked his hair out of his eyes, giving the elf a look over. “Yeah I guess so. It’s still early, and I don’t have to disappear again until dawn.” He tilted his head a bit as he looked up at him, struck by his lovely features. He was no human but he couldn’t pin down what else he might be. “Where to?”

“There’s this place not far from here that serves this killer chocolate martinis that soothe my sweet tooth.” He grabbed up his coat once more and pulled it on as he cast a glance to Louis once more. “You should be a model. You have the bones and looks for it.” He headed out the door then, moving back the way he had come. “You from around here? Why were you just leaning on that wall looking bored?” He looked to him again and smiled, “You struck me, obviously, as a bored, gorgeous, model.”

“I don’t have the temperament,” he said with a smile, pulling on the leather jacket he had stolen from a man he disliked. “I was waiting for someone that never materialized,” he said with a small shrug. He had been waiting for a meal, but had not had the time to find anyone before El had dragged him bodily into the studio. “You could say I’m from around here.” He smirked, looking over his shoulder at El as he began to leave. “Been here all my life.”

The elf’s eyes lit up at the vampire’s words, amusement clear in his features.  It was not a moment late that another model appeared, asking for forgiveness and deeply disappointed when Elladan explained that the photographer had already taken his shots with a different model and left. He looked to Louis then, his head tilting to the side as he seemed to be thinking.  The man in front of him was pale in coloring, which was in stark but beautiful contrast to his midnight hair.  It also made his green eyes gleam inhumanly.  He was intriguing.

“Would you like to go out for a drink with me before disappearing back from where ever you appeared from?”

@thevampirecreole

Louis shrugged, looking at the other model as he took his leave. He flicked his hair out of his eyes, giving the elf a look over. “Yeah I guess so. It’s still early, and I don’t have to disappear again until dawn.” He tilted his head a bit as he looked up at him, struck by his lovely features. He was no human but he couldn’t pin down what else he might be. “Where to?”

The boredom got to me more than anything. As much as I hated the upheaval of my past adventures, I always secretly yearned for a break in the ennui.

Elladan was in a hurry, knowing how the photographer could be when it came to late models. He spotted the other lean shape, clearly the second for his shoot, and grabbed him by one thin arm. “We are going to be late! Come on!”

Louis looked up, startled to find the beautiful silver eyes of the elf on him, his warm hand on his arm. “Oh…right,” e said mildly, following him without question to whatever the pretty creature seemed to be late for.

Elladan hurried them into a room, not bothering to confirm if the slender beauty under his hand was the right male or not. Almost immediately the photographer was cursing at him which only caused him to turn to the other and roll his eyes like ‘can you believe this guy?’. Still, he easily fell into what he was asked to do, only mildly distracted by the beauty of the other model.

Louis did as the photographer demanded, saying nothing as he put his arm around the elf, cool fingers at his lower back. He looked up at the camera, surprised to find his expressionless face was what the man was looking for. When he told him to move closer together, Louis looked up to meet the elf’s eyes. He felt a chill pass through him. “What’s your name?”

Elladan was silent for a minute as he stared down into the amazing pits of perfectly green eyes. He had seen gemstones that had not shone with such fire. He forced himself to turn away, his voice quiet as he shifted to more closely embrace the other male, “Elladan. What’s your name?”

The strange man smelled better than most mortals he had been this close to in months—sweet like herbs and candlelight. The photographer yelled at them to pay attention, and Louis gave him a glare, which seemed to suffice. “Louis,” he whispered as he smirked back up at him.

Elladan allowed himself one tiny smile, not surprised when he got snapped at by the photographer.  He glanced back to the camera, his features schooled to the look the camera man needed.  When at last the photographer put his camera away and dismissed them, Elladan looked to Louis.  “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.  Are you new to the business, or just new to this photographer’s abuse?”

Louis looked down with a shy smile as the photographer left. “I’m actually not in the business.” His green eyes found the elf’s. “A strange man grabbed me by the arm and pulled me in here and I followed him. I guess I was under his spell.”

The boredom got to me more than anything. As much as I hated the upheaval of my past adventures, I always secretly yearned for a break in the ennui.

Elladan was in a hurry, knowing how the photographer could be when it came to late models. He spotted the other lean shape, clearly the second for his shoot, and grabbed him by one thin arm. “We are going to be late! Come on!”

Louis looked up, startled to find the beautiful silver eyes of the elf on him, his warm hand on his arm. “Oh…right,” e said mildly, following him without question to whatever the pretty creature seemed to be late for.

Elladan hurried them into a room, not bothering to confirm if the slender beauty under his hand was the right male or not. Almost immediately the photographer was cursing at him which only caused him to turn to the other and roll his eyes like ‘can you believe this guy?’. Still, he easily fell into what he was asked to do, only mildly distracted by the beauty of the other model.

Louis did as the photographer demanded, saying nothing as he put his arm around the elf, cool fingers at his lower back. He looked up at the camera, surprised to find his expressionless face was what the man was looking for. When he told him to move closer together, Louis looked up to meet the elf’s eyes. He felt a chill pass through him. “What’s your name?”

Elladan was silent for a minute as he stared down into the amazing pits of perfectly green eyes. He had seen gemstones that had not shone with such fire. He forced himself to turn away, his voice quiet as he shifted to more closely embrace the other male, “Elladan. What’s your name?”

The strange man smelled better than most mortals he had been this close to in months—sweet like herbs and candlelight. The photographer yelled at them to pay attention, and Louis gave him a glare, which seemed to suffice. “Louis,” he whispered as he smirked back up at him.

The boredom got to me more than anything. As much as I hated the upheaval of my past adventures, I always secretly yearned for a break in the ennui.

Elladan was in a hurry, knowing how the photographer could be when it came to late models. He spotted the other lean shape, clearly the second for his shoot, and grabbed him by one thin arm. “We are going to be late! Come on!”

Louis looked up, startled to find the beautiful silver eyes of the elf on him, his warm hand on his arm. “Oh…right,” e said mildly, following him without question to whatever the pretty creature seemed to be late for.

Elladan hurried them into a room, not bothering to confirm if the slender beauty under his hand was the right male or not. Almost immediately the photographer was cursing at him which only caused him to turn to the other and roll his eyes like ‘can you believe this guy?’. Still, he easily fell into what he was asked to do, only mildly distracted by the beauty of the other model.

Louis did as the photographer demanded, saying nothing as he put his arm around the elf, cool fingers at his lower back. He looked up at the camera, surprised to find his expressionless face was what the man was looking for. When he told him to move closer together, Louis looked up to meet the elf’s eyes. He felt a chill pass through him. “What’s your name?”

The boredom got to me more than anything. As much as I hated the upheaval of my past adventures, I always secretly yearned for a break in the ennui.

Elladan was in a hurry, knowing how the photographer could be when it came to late models. He spotted the other lean shape, clearly the second for his shoot, and grabbed him by one thin arm. “We are going to be late! Come on!”

Louis looked up, startled to find the beautiful silver eyes of the elf on him, his warm hand on his arm. “Oh...right,” e said mildly, following him without question to whatever the pretty creature seemed to be late for.

I thought about you often.

The boredom got to me more than anything. As much as I hated the upheaval of my past adventures, I always secretly yearned for a break in the ennui.

thevampirecreole -

“It’s been a long time. I have more to tell you, if you want to listen.“

~~~

“I’m all ears,” Daniel replied, glancing across at Louis. He was politely smoking on a balcony at Trinity Gate, all these immortals made him nervous and a tad edgy despite being powerfully curious.

@thevampirecreole

Louis took a seat, his face betraying nothing but muted interest as he looked over the immortals below. “Interesting how they all have tells, is it not?” He asked softly. “They all try to seem so mortal, so perfectly imperfect, but there’s always something—they way that blonde over their flicks her fingers through her hair just a tad too gracefully, or that one’s violet eyes, behind the glasses. They could never hide their immortality.” He looked down, taking a cigarette case from his pocket and lighting his own. “If you knew how flawed they truly were, you wouldn’t look so nervous being here.”

“I haven’t been in such mixed company in forever. Quite cloistered at Marius’ home. Still possibly not a favourite to some for putting your words to paper.“ Shrugging as it was just one of those things. “It takes effort to quell that creepy crawly feeling here…” tapping his temple. “..around so many random immortals.” At least the crowd dispersed after a meet and greet with Lestat. What they’d come for after all. His own eyes picking out aforementioned vamps. Finishing his cigarette and returning inside. Taking a seat opposite Louis. "Such a new blood. Not as long in the fang as those here.” Meaning gathered in the mansion. “So what’s to tell?” A twinkle in his eye.

Louis leaned forward in his seat, blowing a stream of smoke away from them. “New blood vampires are the same as the old blood ones. Blood is blood, when you’re an immortal.” He shrugged. “What if I told you I had a story for you that’s not entirely written yet?” He reaches into his coat pocket and removed a small piece of parchment. On it was drawn a blazing wide open eye, a dagger piercing it, along with a few other symbols, written in blood. “Have you ever seen this mark before?”

I hated the cold, but there was nothing more comforting than the slow moving rains on the streets of New Orleans. 

Munich was cold and desolate as the deepest forest, the brightness of mortal laughter muffled by the fallen snow. It had been so long since I had seen snowflakes in your lashes.

When my melancholy had faded some, I fancied a manner of dress that caught eyes, though such textured garments were almost always discarded when the depression set in.