Re: The Progeny Returns [Jesse Fforde]
Posted: 04 Mar 2015, 11:04
His sire is speaking as he’s writing something down. Renee is out of town so he’ll have to reach out to her by phone and see what’s up with her. He’s not sure just where she could have gone and he’s sure that it’s her business. Axel can only hope that she is safe no matter where she is, though knowledge that she’s sired again does not surprise him. She was always the kind to lure people to her. He’s never known if it’s by choice or not, the attraction of the human kind to the woman. It shows that his sire is more irritated with Renee than the beginning of the speech would have lead him to believe.
This Tara is also a sire, which worries Axel. The look of concern washes over his face but is quickly cleansed at hearing Jesse’s opinion of the situation - ‘getting along just fine’. Axel’s head nods and he understands, having went to attack Morrtl for killing Stormy.
If Axel were a braver man before the vampire-god that is his sire, he’d have pointed out that his childer, to his knowledge were taught well. Paige has a job and has never breached the masquerade of his knowledge. Ursula, despite their disagreements at times, has never broken the masquerade or any of the other laws. This again goes to his knowledge. Renee neither. That’s not to say that he shouldn’t have found someone to look after them, but he was certain that they had been trained enough and were adult enough to make their own choices in his absence.
Other than those points, nothing to add. That’s good. Stick around, Axel has planned on being here for sometime now. He’s planned on being here and strictly being here for Fforde; Fforde and his own research. The ever present question in his mind: ‘why’. It’s not a philosophical question. It’s more a scientific question that could be stretched in a metaphysical argument for the sake of understanding. But why do vampires exist, and where did they come from. Axel’s head nods again and he smiles at his sire.
The grin of someone willing to do anything to please is still on his face. it’s only faltered a few times since his last statement when things have brought concern to his features. Now though it’s back and he rests back, grabbing the book off the table near him. “Understood”, is the first word that cracks from his lips, “I will be right here, or elsewhere in the house when not hunting. This is the only place I consider home. He puts his thumb in the pages and then looks at Jesse, “I’m going to read up here unless you’re going to rest here.”
This Tara is also a sire, which worries Axel. The look of concern washes over his face but is quickly cleansed at hearing Jesse’s opinion of the situation - ‘getting along just fine’. Axel’s head nods and he understands, having went to attack Morrtl for killing Stormy.
If Axel were a braver man before the vampire-god that is his sire, he’d have pointed out that his childer, to his knowledge were taught well. Paige has a job and has never breached the masquerade of his knowledge. Ursula, despite their disagreements at times, has never broken the masquerade or any of the other laws. This again goes to his knowledge. Renee neither. That’s not to say that he shouldn’t have found someone to look after them, but he was certain that they had been trained enough and were adult enough to make their own choices in his absence.
Other than those points, nothing to add. That’s good. Stick around, Axel has planned on being here for sometime now. He’s planned on being here and strictly being here for Fforde; Fforde and his own research. The ever present question in his mind: ‘why’. It’s not a philosophical question. It’s more a scientific question that could be stretched in a metaphysical argument for the sake of understanding. But why do vampires exist, and where did they come from. Axel’s head nods again and he smiles at his sire.
The grin of someone willing to do anything to please is still on his face. it’s only faltered a few times since his last statement when things have brought concern to his features. Now though it’s back and he rests back, grabbing the book off the table near him. “Understood”, is the first word that cracks from his lips, “I will be right here, or elsewhere in the house when not hunting. This is the only place I consider home. He puts his thumb in the pages and then looks at Jesse, “I’m going to read up here unless you’re going to rest here.”