Nuovo Conoscente [Jacinthe]
Posted: 21 Jun 2015, 06:20
The email had been unexpected, but not entirely. Jacinthe had said she was going to contact those who were interested, to get to know them, didn’t she? That was something that he had read, wasn’t it? Or maybe he was imagining things. Regardless, it was the first email to grace Cosimo’s new inbox—the one created for this fresh new life of his, the address distributed to those who wanted it. Though, he was almost certain that it had ended up on some directory somewhere and any stranger could find it, if they really wanted to. Cosimo was only technologically savvy to a point; he didn’t know how to fix it, nor did he particularly care to.
They had emailed back and forth—Jacinthe terrifyingly formal and Cosimo doing his best to keep up—and had finally decided to meet after sunset on the Ivory Tower roof, amongst the foliage and the flowers. It was an interesting set-up, and certainly didn’t look like a place that belonged on a roof top. It was like another world, mostly cut off from the noise of the city. It had a peaceful feel to it, with its pits of sand and rakes, and the cushions upon which they could sit, on small wooden pagodas. Even a pond, with koi fish happily co-existing within.
There was a bridge over said pond, where Cosimo sat to wait for his company. He’d started sleeping in the Penthouse. No one had said he couldn’t, thus far, and Elizabeth had said he was welcome anywhere it the tower. The door had opened to him, so why not? He didn’t take the main bed. He just took the spare one.
The sun had set and he’d woken immediately, as if he’d never been asleep at all. Immediately awake, not groggy at all. He showered, out of habit. And dressed. He had at least been shopping since he had been sired, and had commandeered the closet to fill it with new clothes. Casual, but not too casual. He was dressed now in grey slacks, suitable to someone who might work in an office, somewhere. Tucked in to the grey slacks was a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned at the top, and rolled up at the sleeves. He had pulled on black leather shoes, but they’d been taken off again as he settled upon the bridge. The bottoms of his slacks had been rolled up, so his feet could trail in the cold water. Whenever one of the fish came up to inspect a toe, he found himself laughing.
Who would have thought? A big, bad vampire… and yet he was still ticklish.
They had emailed back and forth—Jacinthe terrifyingly formal and Cosimo doing his best to keep up—and had finally decided to meet after sunset on the Ivory Tower roof, amongst the foliage and the flowers. It was an interesting set-up, and certainly didn’t look like a place that belonged on a roof top. It was like another world, mostly cut off from the noise of the city. It had a peaceful feel to it, with its pits of sand and rakes, and the cushions upon which they could sit, on small wooden pagodas. Even a pond, with koi fish happily co-existing within.
There was a bridge over said pond, where Cosimo sat to wait for his company. He’d started sleeping in the Penthouse. No one had said he couldn’t, thus far, and Elizabeth had said he was welcome anywhere it the tower. The door had opened to him, so why not? He didn’t take the main bed. He just took the spare one.
The sun had set and he’d woken immediately, as if he’d never been asleep at all. Immediately awake, not groggy at all. He showered, out of habit. And dressed. He had at least been shopping since he had been sired, and had commandeered the closet to fill it with new clothes. Casual, but not too casual. He was dressed now in grey slacks, suitable to someone who might work in an office, somewhere. Tucked in to the grey slacks was a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned at the top, and rolled up at the sleeves. He had pulled on black leather shoes, but they’d been taken off again as he settled upon the bridge. The bottoms of his slacks had been rolled up, so his feet could trail in the cold water. Whenever one of the fish came up to inspect a toe, he found himself laughing.
Who would have thought? A big, bad vampire… and yet he was still ticklish.