The next day, the next couple of days, in fact, were just as awkward as he expected. He hates that her silence bothers him at all. Indeed, she's done nothing unless directly ordered. His biggest problem is that he's never grown used to their reactions. Never seen them after the fact. They die, or he flees ( Read more... )

After, admittedly, some awkwardness, things began to return to normal. As normal as they could be with the arrangement Montparnasse had set up ( Read more... )

There had, in fact, been no more opening of the curtains, or other attempts to damage the vampire so one might say that things were going reasonably well. There were always the uncomfortable, usually angry, silences. The arguments, the snapping, but things had calmed down quite a bit ( Read more... )

It's late afternoon, nearly evening when Montparnasse wakes up. A few days have passed since he acquired the ornery young woman. And today he awakes to find that she is not here. There is a moment's concern, fear that she might have finally decided to run, then he remembers that the dresses were to be completed today. Seeing her things still ( Read more... )

Montparnasse had continued with his plans to meet with Babet, Claquesous, and Gueulemer. They were criminals, not the most intelligent bunch, but they knew him as well as anyone. It hadn't taken them long to notice that something was different. He's managed to convince them that it was the close call which startled him, that nothing else was ( Read more... )

He's still wearing the priests robes as he steps through the door. Suddenly he's thankful, once more, for the bar's impeccable timing. He had intended to keep them for just this occasion, after all ( Read more... )

[OOC: Totally in French, Yo.]

Your Smurfness,

So you went and got yourself locked up. It was an interesting tactic, though I'm not sure what you were intending to accomplish. Because I know a goddess could never make a mistake. Like trusting a human vampire. I hope your time in the cells turns out to be all you hoped and I'm glad I'm not ( Read more... )

001.Beginnings.
002.Middles.
003.Ends.
004.Insides.
005.Outsides.

006.Hours.
007.Days.
008.Weeks.
009.Months.
010.Years.

011.Red.
012.Orange.
013.Yellow.
014.Green.
015.Blue.

016.Purple.
017.Brown.
018.Black.
019.White.
020.Colourless.

021.Friends.
022.Enemies.
023.Lovers.
024.Family.
025.Strangers.

026.Teammates.
027.Parents.
028.Children.
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[OOC: Millitimed to Thursday night.]

It's been two days since Montparnasse has seen Illyria. He's not supposed to be considering such things. Their agreement had been terminated, but he has an excuse. Which he's thankful for. The plant.
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After this Post Darla encounter.