A time for a Dragon's gift (Mortll, Yvette) [open]
Posted: 18 Apr 2016, 17:38
The sportscar pulled into the parking garage with a soft growl as he eased the accelerator, the vibrations of the powerful jaguar rumbled easily through him while he took a spot and then shut off the engine with a push of a button. He took a moment to answer his texts via the flat screen on the dash before switching his handheld back on, messages already flooding again. His nights had been nothing if not pressed for time between work, the building of his own businesses, real estate endeavors, more illicit yet incredibly lucrative black market deals, forming alliances and contacts, meetings and then his obsession with personal training...
He loved it. The Allurist could not imagine not having a hectic schedule, the pace, the burn of it was like a cocaine fix for a junkie just out of forced rehab. In between it all he had been hunting down his extended family, seeking other Dragons out to embrace with familial arms. Not an easy task by any means but so far it had proved worth it... smiling as he thought about the sisters, Mortll, Merry and Noelle... the mountain of a vampire Mordechai who turned out to be surprisingly soft spoken and thoughtful.. if you didn't cross him or his. Enzo respected that. It's how he himself was. His mind shifted over to his sister Yvette the fae touched.. that is what they were called by humans who came in contact with them, the Mystics, the Seers... he had used the term himself when he was but a lad in the playgrounds of London and had believed in such things. He had lost that magic as the army of Nanny's and Tutors wound their own beliefs and thoughts into his nursery and it all became so absurd that even the child he was could no longer believe.
His sister gave that back to him. He looked to the passenger seat at the pair of custom made ballet slippers laying there, not really meant for dancing as the sole had been reinforced for daily use and walking, but still soft enough that the vampress could put them on and forget she had, the satin mint green looked as ethereal as he imagined her aura did. He had promised himself he would look out for her and had made her promise that she would look after him... though he knew she had seen right through the request for what it was. She had agreed with a soft laugh and kiss pressed so innocently against his cheek. The Allurist was charmed despite himself and had begun to plan his empire to include her, keep her safe and untouched by those that would see her hurt for their own sick amusements... and he knew well the things that could crush her spirit. In fact he was an expert at such things.
Taking the shoes from their shoppes packaging, he put the custom slippers into an antique hat box, the kind aristocratic women used to use when traveling. Rose in colour with metal made of silver trim, he'd had it cleaned and reset when he'd come across it, her name hand painted across the top along with her beloved spirits and constant companion. They shared everything after all. One last look at the gift he stepped from his pet love and locked her, carrying it with him toward the string of shoppes and quaint restaurants that marked this area as 'trendy'. His attire tonight was simply what he had worn to his last work meeting, a three piece suit of dark blue that accentuated the storm gray of his eyes though he kept the Dragon Marked orbs hidden behind tinted glasses, touting light sensitivity for the oddity. His tie was a rich plum with light gray vines and sworls breaking up the colour and leading down to the silver of his waistcoat. He cut a fine figure and he knew it well... not from any arrogance though he had that in spades, but because he had learned at his fathers knee that a man was only as good as his word and first impressions.
Stepping out to the newly cobbled street he turned and headed toward a delivery service of old fashioned design. It was a novelty shoppe that catered to those who wished to step back a few paces in time and offered modern services with a past century charm. He hired a livery service on horseback to deliver the box and shoes to his sister that evening, paid and tipped well before turning to continue his errands. His sister was about to be gifted by a knight in shining armour. Literally. One that bore the standard of Dragons.
After all, the Dragomir were the riders and never the mounts.
Enzo looked up the road, early enough that the humans were still thick along the streets, walking their dogs or just enjoying a romantic stroll hand in hand before the horrors of the later night whispered fear into their hearts and they headed for home. Twinkle lights and hand painted signs marked this part of towne and it was his favourite, reminding him of the home he could never return to except for brief visits... just enough to gut him with what he could never have. He missed London with excruciating clarity... a harsh reality of vampirism, especially for his kind that felt things so keenly. Perhaps one day he would add that to his 'to do' list and find the why's of Harpers Rock so that he could in turn find the 'hows' to get around it.
Seeing his destinations up the pleasing road, one building housing his first destination and his second stop not far beyond, he began the walk, inclining his head to people as he passed, ever the gentleman about town. His manservant Bertram was to meet him at the coffee shoppe midway, bringing a few things that had been requested of him. His butler was efficient and loyal to the point of death and it didn't go unrewarded by Enzo. Happy staff happy condo. Sure enough the thrall was standing outside the deliciously scented store holding a rather large bundle in his suited arms. "Sir." he said simply as his master approached, a half bow before rising, his eyes looking just above Enzo's head respectfully. He handed the now squirming bundle to the Dragon and then gently brushed non existent fur from his uniform. Morbido was too well groomed to actually leave any shedding traces.
He smiled his thanks as he took the enormous blue angora rabbit from the manservant, adjusting the sapphire studded harness and leash as he easily cradled the monstrosity, a gift from his sire Nikolae Dragomir, under his arm. 'There will be packages arriving this evening Bertram, I've left a list and addresses on my desk." he didn't need say more, the butler would see it done. The thrall bowed from the waist and took two steps backward to avoid showing his back to his master, then turned and made his way home. Enzo watched for a moment as he idly stroked his finger over Morbido's head, the dragon formed ring glinting with each movement.. also a gift from his sire and one he never removed.
Enzo had grown fond of the fat rabbit, and the gift had the added benefit of softening shoppe keepers... especially females... so it was no burden to take the little ******** with him. He was becoming very good with negotiations and haggling... his sire had told him it was because of his path and that sat well with him no matter the reason really. His sire could be an odd duck on the surface but underneath was a keen intelligence and will of steel, a leader from the soul whether he was behind the lines or leading the charge. He was also a shadow with an extremely nasty sense of humour.. unless it wasn't you he was gifting... then it was hilarious. Enzo knew his sire had no fondness for Allurists but he had soon discovered that his childe epitomized the paths humour and found Enzo an amused recipient of whatever cracked the elder up at the time.
Reaching the first of his stops he made his way through the small 'mall' Morbido for his part content to rest quietly in his owners embrace. Walking into the place he stepped to the counter and smiled at the young employee. A shoppe that catered to art, be it ready made or custom, he knew that it was owned by another of his kind, Alexandria Quartermaine. She had been highly recommended for what he had in mind and he gave his name over to her employee. "Of course Mister Dragomir." she said, obviously having been waiting for his pick up. She left him then to wander the gallery, and he took the time to make a list of other things he wanted sent round to his home. By the time she had returned Enzo had quite the purchase order and she smiled dazed and happy at what would amount to an enormous commission for her. "I'll have everything wrapped and sent round Mister Dragomir." He smiled at the charming young thing "Excellent, just have them left with our doorman." Enzo could tell the woman wanted to touch Morbido, was fairly thrumming with the natural desire to bury fingers into soft fur, but to her credit she remained professional to the end. Handing him his original reason for being here, she then took one of his myriad cards and had him paying for it without fuss.
"Have this delivered to the Voodoo Lounge." he said simply and slid her a tip for her troubles. Once he had her agreement he walked out, his next destination already replacing this one in his thoughts.
Later that evening a small package was carried into the Voodoo lounge to be delivered to one Mortll Worthington Dragomir. Nestled inside was a hand made locket, crafted from titanium and platinum, near indestructible, a Dragon and a Rose coiled together in beautiful diamond dusting. Inside the locket was the real treasure. He had commissioned from photographs two miniature paintings, one of Mortll's sister Merry, and one of Noelle. Now if the dragonesse ever lost either again... well she would have them against her heart forever.
The attached card read simply, "I will always bring them back to you. Forever and a night. Enzo."
He loved it. The Allurist could not imagine not having a hectic schedule, the pace, the burn of it was like a cocaine fix for a junkie just out of forced rehab. In between it all he had been hunting down his extended family, seeking other Dragons out to embrace with familial arms. Not an easy task by any means but so far it had proved worth it... smiling as he thought about the sisters, Mortll, Merry and Noelle... the mountain of a vampire Mordechai who turned out to be surprisingly soft spoken and thoughtful.. if you didn't cross him or his. Enzo respected that. It's how he himself was. His mind shifted over to his sister Yvette the fae touched.. that is what they were called by humans who came in contact with them, the Mystics, the Seers... he had used the term himself when he was but a lad in the playgrounds of London and had believed in such things. He had lost that magic as the army of Nanny's and Tutors wound their own beliefs and thoughts into his nursery and it all became so absurd that even the child he was could no longer believe.
His sister gave that back to him. He looked to the passenger seat at the pair of custom made ballet slippers laying there, not really meant for dancing as the sole had been reinforced for daily use and walking, but still soft enough that the vampress could put them on and forget she had, the satin mint green looked as ethereal as he imagined her aura did. He had promised himself he would look out for her and had made her promise that she would look after him... though he knew she had seen right through the request for what it was. She had agreed with a soft laugh and kiss pressed so innocently against his cheek. The Allurist was charmed despite himself and had begun to plan his empire to include her, keep her safe and untouched by those that would see her hurt for their own sick amusements... and he knew well the things that could crush her spirit. In fact he was an expert at such things.
Taking the shoes from their shoppes packaging, he put the custom slippers into an antique hat box, the kind aristocratic women used to use when traveling. Rose in colour with metal made of silver trim, he'd had it cleaned and reset when he'd come across it, her name hand painted across the top along with her beloved spirits and constant companion. They shared everything after all. One last look at the gift he stepped from his pet love and locked her, carrying it with him toward the string of shoppes and quaint restaurants that marked this area as 'trendy'. His attire tonight was simply what he had worn to his last work meeting, a three piece suit of dark blue that accentuated the storm gray of his eyes though he kept the Dragon Marked orbs hidden behind tinted glasses, touting light sensitivity for the oddity. His tie was a rich plum with light gray vines and sworls breaking up the colour and leading down to the silver of his waistcoat. He cut a fine figure and he knew it well... not from any arrogance though he had that in spades, but because he had learned at his fathers knee that a man was only as good as his word and first impressions.
Stepping out to the newly cobbled street he turned and headed toward a delivery service of old fashioned design. It was a novelty shoppe that catered to those who wished to step back a few paces in time and offered modern services with a past century charm. He hired a livery service on horseback to deliver the box and shoes to his sister that evening, paid and tipped well before turning to continue his errands. His sister was about to be gifted by a knight in shining armour. Literally. One that bore the standard of Dragons.
After all, the Dragomir were the riders and never the mounts.
Enzo looked up the road, early enough that the humans were still thick along the streets, walking their dogs or just enjoying a romantic stroll hand in hand before the horrors of the later night whispered fear into their hearts and they headed for home. Twinkle lights and hand painted signs marked this part of towne and it was his favourite, reminding him of the home he could never return to except for brief visits... just enough to gut him with what he could never have. He missed London with excruciating clarity... a harsh reality of vampirism, especially for his kind that felt things so keenly. Perhaps one day he would add that to his 'to do' list and find the why's of Harpers Rock so that he could in turn find the 'hows' to get around it.
Seeing his destinations up the pleasing road, one building housing his first destination and his second stop not far beyond, he began the walk, inclining his head to people as he passed, ever the gentleman about town. His manservant Bertram was to meet him at the coffee shoppe midway, bringing a few things that had been requested of him. His butler was efficient and loyal to the point of death and it didn't go unrewarded by Enzo. Happy staff happy condo. Sure enough the thrall was standing outside the deliciously scented store holding a rather large bundle in his suited arms. "Sir." he said simply as his master approached, a half bow before rising, his eyes looking just above Enzo's head respectfully. He handed the now squirming bundle to the Dragon and then gently brushed non existent fur from his uniform. Morbido was too well groomed to actually leave any shedding traces.
He smiled his thanks as he took the enormous blue angora rabbit from the manservant, adjusting the sapphire studded harness and leash as he easily cradled the monstrosity, a gift from his sire Nikolae Dragomir, under his arm. 'There will be packages arriving this evening Bertram, I've left a list and addresses on my desk." he didn't need say more, the butler would see it done. The thrall bowed from the waist and took two steps backward to avoid showing his back to his master, then turned and made his way home. Enzo watched for a moment as he idly stroked his finger over Morbido's head, the dragon formed ring glinting with each movement.. also a gift from his sire and one he never removed.
Enzo had grown fond of the fat rabbit, and the gift had the added benefit of softening shoppe keepers... especially females... so it was no burden to take the little ******** with him. He was becoming very good with negotiations and haggling... his sire had told him it was because of his path and that sat well with him no matter the reason really. His sire could be an odd duck on the surface but underneath was a keen intelligence and will of steel, a leader from the soul whether he was behind the lines or leading the charge. He was also a shadow with an extremely nasty sense of humour.. unless it wasn't you he was gifting... then it was hilarious. Enzo knew his sire had no fondness for Allurists but he had soon discovered that his childe epitomized the paths humour and found Enzo an amused recipient of whatever cracked the elder up at the time.
Reaching the first of his stops he made his way through the small 'mall' Morbido for his part content to rest quietly in his owners embrace. Walking into the place he stepped to the counter and smiled at the young employee. A shoppe that catered to art, be it ready made or custom, he knew that it was owned by another of his kind, Alexandria Quartermaine. She had been highly recommended for what he had in mind and he gave his name over to her employee. "Of course Mister Dragomir." she said, obviously having been waiting for his pick up. She left him then to wander the gallery, and he took the time to make a list of other things he wanted sent round to his home. By the time she had returned Enzo had quite the purchase order and she smiled dazed and happy at what would amount to an enormous commission for her. "I'll have everything wrapped and sent round Mister Dragomir." He smiled at the charming young thing "Excellent, just have them left with our doorman." Enzo could tell the woman wanted to touch Morbido, was fairly thrumming with the natural desire to bury fingers into soft fur, but to her credit she remained professional to the end. Handing him his original reason for being here, she then took one of his myriad cards and had him paying for it without fuss.
"Have this delivered to the Voodoo Lounge." he said simply and slid her a tip for her troubles. Once he had her agreement he walked out, his next destination already replacing this one in his thoughts.
Later that evening a small package was carried into the Voodoo lounge to be delivered to one Mortll Worthington Dragomir. Nestled inside was a hand made locket, crafted from titanium and platinum, near indestructible, a Dragon and a Rose coiled together in beautiful diamond dusting. Inside the locket was the real treasure. He had commissioned from photographs two miniature paintings, one of Mortll's sister Merry, and one of Noelle. Now if the dragonesse ever lost either again... well she would have them against her heart forever.
The attached card read simply, "I will always bring them back to you. Forever and a night. Enzo."
