Post by Feliks M. Skala on Feb 12, 2015 0:08:35 GMT -5
The essence of morality is a questioning about morality; and the decisive move of life is to use ceaselessly all light to look for the origin of the opposition between good and evil.
The small coffee shop the vampire sat in was relatively quiet, with the noises consisting of sleep deprived college students clicking on their keyboards with an uneven staccato sound, murmurs of baristas attempting to be quiet and awake as it drifted into the early morning hours when no human thing should be awake. Insomnia though was natural to him and as natural as it possibly could be to a human thanks to his profession. Meeting at one am wasn't too strange for either of them after all, though it would be a lie if Feliks wasn't wary of the possibility of hunters at this time. After all, just being a part of the "Loyal Followers" as they were called lacked to grant him absolution. But at this point, he was used to it.
He would have been at the coffee shop a few hours before but his phone had proceeded to start going off with urgent messages. Some idiot did some thing to enrage this vampire group and he had to play clean up. Three times. On his day off. It had left him a little more prickly than he preferred to be and left him reminiscing of days where the way to contact an ambassador was by mail AND it would take a month at least. After a while, the vampire finally turned his phone off, finally having enough.
For the next several moments, his gaze flittered between a nervous looking man and the clock behind the tired looking Baristas, an annoyed expression on his face. Where was his love after the messages they had been relaying to each other a few hours before. Had the man found out about the feeding session at Asylum and thought the wrong thing? Or had he just given up on Feliks after all these year? The vampire let out a quiet string of curses at that though. Weakness, thy name is human. He thought to himself, a world-weary smile slowly appearing on his face as he decided how much longer he would say. Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes until he would turn his phone on, deal with the complaints, and forget he had been looking forward to this night. It would be for the best it seemed.
(Note: While you don't need to run with it, I was thinking the nervous man might have been Fletcher. Up to you though! And sorry for possibly power playing ^^;)
Post by Fletcher J. Sterling on Feb 22, 2015 20:42:03 GMT -5
Fletcher J. Sterling
Tap.. tap.. tap..
Drumming his fingertips and stealing sideways glances, the hunter found himself quivering like a frightened child in his seat. How long had he been there? Twiddling his thumbs and hanging his head? As he found himself at a loss for words when his love drudged in through the cafe door. Too many thoughts and emotions were bouncing rapidly off the walls of his mind, leaving him in a neurotic state. It'd been years since he'd felt butterflies churning in his stomach. You're a grown man, dammit.
Frustration was the peak of his emotional roller coaster. Fletcher was finding it increasingly difficult- as he continued to wallow about - to pick himself up and go speak with the man he loved deeply. Running a hand through his ruffled hair, he observed him with adoring eyes. Nothing about him seemed different than it had been all those years ago. Which, was to be expected given his beloved was a vampire.
As ridiculous as it made Fletcher feel, he was drowning in insecurity. The youthful, charming appearance he once had was gone, and the hunter's looks had changed drastically with age, becoming more rugged. Would there no longer be an appeal? An attraction? A sigh emitted from his parted lips. His insecurities felt like that of a teenagers, but, he could not seem to rid himself of them.
You can't sit around and gaze upon him forever.. Fletcher's mind seemed to nag. This was true, as he could vividly see the look of irritation sprawled across his handsome features. Delaying any longer would result in a lonely Fletcher, surely.
Taking a deep breath as he clamped his eyes shut, he sat momentarily, mustering up the courage to once again - after so many years, - pick up where the relationship was left off. An almost worried look was plastered on his face just as he pushed himself up, away from the comfort of his distant seating. His arms hung limply at his sides, throwing one foot in front of the other, timidly maneuvering closer. Excitement bubbled within him as he drew near and visually seemed to relax.
Dismissing a poking feeling of awkwardness as he loomed over the table, he shot a look of longing towards the man as he breathed,
Post by Feliks M. Skala on Feb 22, 2015 21:09:28 GMT -5
The essence of morality is a questioning about morality; and the decisive move of life is to use ceaselessly all light to look for the origin of the opposition between good and evil.
The clock really was dreadfully boring, the tics managing to be ever so slightly off each time by a small moment. At first it was something to count, something to focus on as he tried to not focus on everything around on but it lost it's allure quickly. His eyes kept drifting to the small phone that he had put on the table as he was waiting. Perhaps Fletcher had tried to leave a message as he had set the phone down or perhaps an alliance had just ruptured and his inability to look at the phone had caused it. Feliks let out a sigh of defeat then, taking the phone and shoving it into his pocket. Or wouldn't admit how "enslaved" to a degree he had come to be to his device. it was pathetic and though by many of his ratings he was pathetic (managing to be caught in a human's charms counted as one way he was pathetic) he refused to be enslaved to.... this.
Out of the corner of his eye, Feliks noticed the only other adult in this cafe watching him... well, perhaps lustily wasn't it but it was close and he had to attempt to not roll his eyes though the scowl was likely to go away. He didn't come here to be gawked at as he waited for the other and would leave if this kept up. It was only when the other man screwed up his face that the vampire let out a little snort. He had seen that expression on many individuals who were close to tears so the man was probably here due to him breaking up with someone. Which made him mentally question why he was at a coffee shop instead of burning his taste buds out with liqueur though... the man was walking towards him. The "young" man resisted flashing his fangs at the other and hissing. Though if the other was approaching for a fast tumble, he was going to find himself sorely disappointed.
In fact, the vampire was so ready to tell him this before the question of the other caused him pause. Well, to be quite honest, it wasn't even a question. Questions required both a subject and a verb, usually assembled into pattern of simple or complex syntax but all this individual had managed to say his name and that was enough to give the usually tactful vampire pause as he looked over the man in front of him, eyes slightly narrowing. No, there wasn't any possible way that this could be-
Okay, perhaps it was. A spark of recognition lit behind Feliks' eyes, though he said nothing at first as he took another sip of his coffee with the corner of his lip tilting into a smirk. "I do not know how you managed Kochanie, but I do believe you have managed to grow taller in my absence." He said barely loud enough for the other to hear it before looking over his companion one more time, his body relaxing. He truly was a fool for not recognizing the other and for thinking badly of him. Hopefully Fletcher could manage to forgive him possibly. He hoped.
Post by Fletcher J. Sterling on Feb 22, 2015 22:07:05 GMT -5
Fletcher J. Sterling
Time came to an almost complete halt as Fletcher stood, his eyes searching Feliks' features, taking it all in. Taking him all in. Fletcher was having a difficult time simply grasping, or more so, wrapping his head around the concept that Feliks was back in Salem; let alone here before him. After so long of being apart, it felt like it could easily be a dream, one that Fletcher would quickly find himself emerging from. He'd truthfully had many times beforehand dreamt an event like this would take place. To see it become a reality left him truly speechless. No words from his broad range of vocabulary could even begin to touch base on his feelings. What this moment held for him.
Luckily, Feliks was quick to throw something out there, which Fletcher was silently thankful for, as he wasn't sure he'd be able to manage spouting out a coherent sentence. The lighthearted comment helped to ease the hunter even more, his muscles visibly relaxing.
Fletcher gave out a mere snort in response. However, he hadn't quite remembered himself being that much larger than Feliks and almost sought it as comical. He grinned softly only to shoot under his breath sarcastically,
Post by Feliks M. Skala on Feb 22, 2015 22:37:46 GMT -5
The vampire let out a little chuckle at that. "Sadly, I doubt that is the case. Humans change. We do not." He said with a smirk, leaning back on his chair as he looked over the boy in front of him. Well, when they first gotten together Fletcher was little more than a boy though now he was a full grown man... and then that's when the time started to set in. He had disappeared for about one forth of the man's current lifespan. One fourth of everything he had experienced was gone and Fletcher had used it to wait for him. Perhaps at one point he would have quipped it was the longest case of blue balls a human experienced but he figured it would be better to keep it to himself. At least, when comparing to throw it in his lover's face.
When the other made no move sit, Feliks sighed and shook his head. Fletcher was still far too much like a frightened deer when it came to their relationship... and it probably disappointed Feliks more than it should. After all, didn't the older vampire not recognize him and if the other had come out of no where to hug him... perhaps their reunion would have been a hot beverage in his partner's face rather than awkward stumbling.
Actually, with the hot beverage Feliks would be able to show he still felt some concern for the other and could fill up the silence with a babble of 'I'm sorry' 'please forgive me' and 'I love you ' s before they suffocated in this sea of awkwardness. Perhaps he should put a stop to that. "You do realize that you can sit, correct? Sit across from me if you desire, or I could stand for a moment then sit on you." He said, flashing a little bit of fang at the other. "Unless you want to continue your tree impression. Don't believe that it's terrible comfortable though Kochanie."
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