Beat of the Heart [[Rielle]]
Posted: 16 Nov 2016, 03:13
Regret.
Yes, that was a good word for the tumble of emotions that scattered across Aliyah's mind as she stood at the door of Lancaster's Pub. Between the music, the bodies, and endless chatter there was simply too much going on for her fragile psyche. Her senses kicked into overdrive, reminding her that this was not the right place and time to be seeking the comfort of the lineage owned property, if only to feel closer to the group that she had yet to see in over a year. It was a busy hour, and she would be entirely incapable of relaxing.
As she contemplated turning on heels to go back on out, a familiar sight drew her in closer to the car. It was one Lancaster's associates, a woman. Aliyah couldn't remember her name, but she recognized the woman from before, and she often worked the bar for Pi and Lan when they were not available. If anyone would have a good idea as to where either of the lineage heads might be, it was her. Assuming that she was willing and able to share such information. Either way, it would be worth a try.
"Hey, there...I am not sure if you remember me, but I am a member of d'Artois. I was wondering...if you knew where Pi or Skylar are?" she asked the woman as she approached, looking more than a little desperate for the information. For some reason, the name 'Roxette' kept ringing in the blonde's head, but she couldn't say for sure that was, indeed, the woman's name. But, rather than make it obvious that Aliyah didn't remember, she offered the only thing that she could. Knowledge. "I have been gone for over a year, and the Den is...well, empty." Only d'Artois would opened mention the Den. Right?
The woman, maybe Roxette, offered a small frown at the question, but nodded her head before disappearing into the office. She came back soon after with a small hand written note, folded neatly and slid it across the bar along with a bottle of blood that was kept behind the bar for the vampire clientele. With that, she went back down the bar to attend to the other customers and Ali glanced down at the paper with a wince. Was it something so awful that it couldn't even be said out loud?
Pocketing the note, she took the blood and lifted it to her lips as she turned on the stool to face the stage. If she was going to enjoy the blood, she might as well try and drown out her surroundings and focus on the music. Much easier said than done.
Still, it was a start.
Yes, that was a good word for the tumble of emotions that scattered across Aliyah's mind as she stood at the door of Lancaster's Pub. Between the music, the bodies, and endless chatter there was simply too much going on for her fragile psyche. Her senses kicked into overdrive, reminding her that this was not the right place and time to be seeking the comfort of the lineage owned property, if only to feel closer to the group that she had yet to see in over a year. It was a busy hour, and she would be entirely incapable of relaxing.
As she contemplated turning on heels to go back on out, a familiar sight drew her in closer to the car. It was one Lancaster's associates, a woman. Aliyah couldn't remember her name, but she recognized the woman from before, and she often worked the bar for Pi and Lan when they were not available. If anyone would have a good idea as to where either of the lineage heads might be, it was her. Assuming that she was willing and able to share such information. Either way, it would be worth a try.
"Hey, there...I am not sure if you remember me, but I am a member of d'Artois. I was wondering...if you knew where Pi or Skylar are?" she asked the woman as she approached, looking more than a little desperate for the information. For some reason, the name 'Roxette' kept ringing in the blonde's head, but she couldn't say for sure that was, indeed, the woman's name. But, rather than make it obvious that Aliyah didn't remember, she offered the only thing that she could. Knowledge. "I have been gone for over a year, and the Den is...well, empty." Only d'Artois would opened mention the Den. Right?
The woman, maybe Roxette, offered a small frown at the question, but nodded her head before disappearing into the office. She came back soon after with a small hand written note, folded neatly and slid it across the bar along with a bottle of blood that was kept behind the bar for the vampire clientele. With that, she went back down the bar to attend to the other customers and Ali glanced down at the paper with a wince. Was it something so awful that it couldn't even be said out loud?
Pocketing the note, she took the blood and lifted it to her lips as she turned on the stool to face the stage. If she was going to enjoy the blood, she might as well try and drown out her surroundings and focus on the music. Much easier said than done.
Still, it was a start.