Quicky - That sweet old elegance...
Oh, how I get the jeebies from imagining Gabriel for real. Good man, I'd say.
I'm on translations. Here, Tainted Canvas excerpt:
"The night drowned itself in an infinite pitch. Only the minute lights here and there along the street sent fleeting rays over the sidewalks, but that soon were swallowed by the immense darkness of dawn. Gabriel Whittemore inhaled deeply. The air was moist, the firmament dissimulated by the threatening clouds. But the infuriated wind, that agitated Gabriel’s hair covering his thin eyebrows, dragged with it an odor that was strange to him, and yet left him uncomfortable. Gabriel looked at the street below his feet. Even in the darkness his eyes persecuted attentively the empty and dark streets. Nothing. There was nothing on the street, not even in the most obscure corners. And still, Gabriel felt a strange heaviness on his stomach, leaving him sick. Gabriel grunted inclemently and swinging, jumped out of the building terrace to the sidewalk and landed softly on the heels.
Gabriel inhaled again, letting the alien odor guide him to its origin. The smell was stronger towards the direction of the suburbs. He took step and walked calmly in the direction his instinct indicated to him. The streets were absolutely empty; no soul was seen while Gabriel investigated the mysterious odor. He folded the corner, feeling he was closer as the smell became stronger and precise. It was then that, while he tightened his scarf, snuggling from the cold, he managed to distinguish a distinct fragrance from the one that had called his attention. A soft perfume of magnolias and exotic woods mixed itself with the aroma of caramel, a tempting smell that was gulfed by the foul odor that bothered him so much. Gabriel frowned. Why would such a pleasant smell be mixed with one that repulsed him as much? He quickened his pace, something telling him to hurry, to investigate the cause of that intriguing mixture, because for him and his people such odor never meant something good or normal.
Gabriel stopped by the crossing of a crosswalk. Scarce meters separated him from his object of interest. However he remained wary, diminishing his presence to the minimum possible. He crossed the street with complete silence, his senses in alert, constantly scanning his surroundings, looking for hidden dangers. About five hundred meters away from his objective a moan, soft and feminine, reached his ears, a small sound of despair. Gabriel hurried to cover the distance that separated him from what seemed to be a lady in distress.
When turning towards the direction the sounds and smells originated from, Gabriel was hit by the repugnant odor at the same time he associated it in a flash to its source. A loon of rogue to the laws of his people held roughly a young woman in his arms while his mouth clenched greedily on her forearm. Gabriel roared with indignation and repugnance. The savage raised his head brusquely leaving the body he held slip clumsily to the ground, which incited another moan of pain by the girl. The vagabond hissed between his crimson stained teeth, furious that his meal had been interrupted. That irritated Gabriel further, who bent his knees and launched himself over the man who had attacked the girl, throwing him against the ground and breaking his neck with a clean blow, without any violence or punishment, even though it was deserved. But this was the law of Gabriel's people - exercise a quick and effective penalty, erasing afterwards the vestiges of the event. It was their duty to maintain their identity safe at the same time they kept others safe from suffering the same destiny the girl that now laid on the ground had.
Gabriel raised his hand, invoking in him the fire that was his intimate. A small flare was born between his fingers and he threw it over the body of the vagabond prostrate by his feet, incinerating him and letting the flames consuming him rapidly until only a mound of ashes was left. Only then did Gabriel pay attention to the young woman that still rested injured on the other side of the alley. Crouching by her, Gabriel analyzed attentively the damage that had been done. Hematomas under the form of fingers and spots covered her skin in several places, as well as some scratches on her face and naked shoulders. The worst wound was where the rogue had fed - a rip near her wrist gushed abundantly. He grabbed carefully her arm and raised it to his lips, letting the whispers that between them escaped in an ancient chant, along with the light and soft touch of the same, heal the wounds, not letting any vestiges of the skin being mutilated remain. Only after applying the same ministrations to the other injuries did Gabriel gave himself to the luxury of paying attention to the girl herself.
The girl had a long face with bland curves. The skin was pleasant and soft, probably of a peach tone, but that now was white of weakness, the lips pompous but dried. The stretched body was marked by delicate and young curves but desirable. Gabriel clenched his teeth for a moment and then relaxed, biting his lip in a infancy gesture that hadn’t been lost.
Pondering about what to do, Gabriel looked at the sky above him. His duty was to treat and erase any memories of the incident that had happened. But Gabriel felt like contour that rule. He glanced at the girl that still laid on the ground. Just for a while, he thought. Only until she recovers, he promised himself. Gabriel shook his head and, grabbing the girl, he went home in an crazy speed, without disturbing anything around him.
When reaching the modest Victorian house, Gabriel didn’t lose time entering, so that no one saw them. The house was situated in an urban area considered of high society. Even though Gabriel preferred the peacefulness that a rural area possessed, his social and officious status demanded that he remained in the city, where he could easily be contacted. And what better place to dissimulate the richness acquired throughout a great longevity and mix himself with those that were alien to him than a neighborhood of high class?
Gabriel laid down the girl in his bed, the caramel wavy hair surrounding her face like a golden halo. After some more seconds of losing himself in the beauty of the young woman he shook his head and returned to the hall to unravel himself of his coat and scarf. Gabriel had spent too much time on his duties, negating himself to any carnal pleasure and much more the one which he most needed and that left a growing hole in his chest - the emotional. Serge, his butler and friend of long time, awaited him with raised arms to receive the vests he deposed to him.
“Thank you, Serge.” He said. The butler nodded, observing his sire with knowing eyes.
“Do you wish Milly to assist the miss?” serge offered. Gabriel raised an eyebrow in question but seeing that the old man didn’t questioned him in no way about the girl he nodded.
“Do that,” he asked, suddenly feeling exhausted. “I’ll be on the studio if you need me.”
“I will, sir.” Said Serge, retreating himself. Gabriel followed along the corridor and refuged himself in his studio. Sitting in the armchair by the fireplace that Milly certainly had lit for him and holding a cup of Porto in his hand, Gabriel pondered more wisely about his act. He had only two options - get rid of the girl as fast as possible before anyone found out it and denounced him, or cover is surrender to the senseless and perverted temptation. Gabriel sighed and rubbed his eyes. His life was too long already. And for that same thing the directorship he occupied. However he thought that they were too many tasks already. Maybe he was becoming senile, he questioned himself. Gabriel swallowed the last sip of wine and creased his lips, savoring the fruity and sweet taste of the beverage. Probably it would be best to make a decision after speaking with the girl.
Gabriel placed the empty glass on the coffe table and rose, stretching languidly like a child. Certain times he wished to be young again, to be a teenager and live intensely all those vivid sensations and fantastic discoveries. But he had seen already more than what was rightfully his of life and for him it didn’t seem to be there anything new- he needed new experiences, something that revived his true nature, in every sense, and that in some way could erase little by little the spot of darkness that would go covering his best qualities, making him empty like a shell.
The door was ajar when Gabriel reached the room. He peeked through the slit and watched Milly covering the girl he had brought with the white robe he usually wore after a bath. Something in him revolted uncomfortably and Gabriel grimaced at the same time he heard a sigh. Only then did he notice that the girl was awake. He studied the expression in her face and frowned. While Milly helped the girl getting comfortable, comforting her with words, the last didn’t react, simply letting Milly take care of her. Gabriel frowned harder at that. When Milly was almost finished he slipped inside the room. Milly glanced at him and smiled mischievously, as was usual whenever Gabriel did something out of the normal. The girl followed her eyes to him and let out a strangled sound, while cringing, squashing against the headboard of the bed and trembling like green leaves. Gabriel and Milly glanced at her at the same time surprised. The woman hurried to the scared creature and rubbing her arms tried to calm her down while Gabriel's lips curved down with sadness. The girl feared him thinking maybe that had been him who had attacked her. She had already been unconscious when Gabriel had found and rescued her. Even knowing that, Gabriel couldn’t help the feeling of hut when seeing the girl cringing with terror by looking at him. He sighed and sat on end of the bed, maintaining a relative distance from her to not scare her furthermore, if that were possible."
I'm posting a WIP tomorrow. I have no patience for uploads right now D:
I'm on translations. Here, Tainted Canvas excerpt:
"The night drowned itself in an infinite pitch. Only the minute lights here and there along the street sent fleeting rays over the sidewalks, but that soon were swallowed by the immense darkness of dawn. Gabriel Whittemore inhaled deeply. The air was moist, the firmament dissimulated by the threatening clouds. But the infuriated wind, that agitated Gabriel’s hair covering his thin eyebrows, dragged with it an odor that was strange to him, and yet left him uncomfortable. Gabriel looked at the street below his feet. Even in the darkness his eyes persecuted attentively the empty and dark streets. Nothing. There was nothing on the street, not even in the most obscure corners. And still, Gabriel felt a strange heaviness on his stomach, leaving him sick. Gabriel grunted inclemently and swinging, jumped out of the building terrace to the sidewalk and landed softly on the heels.
Gabriel inhaled again, letting the alien odor guide him to its origin. The smell was stronger towards the direction of the suburbs. He took step and walked calmly in the direction his instinct indicated to him. The streets were absolutely empty; no soul was seen while Gabriel investigated the mysterious odor. He folded the corner, feeling he was closer as the smell became stronger and precise. It was then that, while he tightened his scarf, snuggling from the cold, he managed to distinguish a distinct fragrance from the one that had called his attention. A soft perfume of magnolias and exotic woods mixed itself with the aroma of caramel, a tempting smell that was gulfed by the foul odor that bothered him so much. Gabriel frowned. Why would such a pleasant smell be mixed with one that repulsed him as much? He quickened his pace, something telling him to hurry, to investigate the cause of that intriguing mixture, because for him and his people such odor never meant something good or normal.
Gabriel stopped by the crossing of a crosswalk. Scarce meters separated him from his object of interest. However he remained wary, diminishing his presence to the minimum possible. He crossed the street with complete silence, his senses in alert, constantly scanning his surroundings, looking for hidden dangers. About five hundred meters away from his objective a moan, soft and feminine, reached his ears, a small sound of despair. Gabriel hurried to cover the distance that separated him from what seemed to be a lady in distress.
When turning towards the direction the sounds and smells originated from, Gabriel was hit by the repugnant odor at the same time he associated it in a flash to its source. A loon of rogue to the laws of his people held roughly a young woman in his arms while his mouth clenched greedily on her forearm. Gabriel roared with indignation and repugnance. The savage raised his head brusquely leaving the body he held slip clumsily to the ground, which incited another moan of pain by the girl. The vagabond hissed between his crimson stained teeth, furious that his meal had been interrupted. That irritated Gabriel further, who bent his knees and launched himself over the man who had attacked the girl, throwing him against the ground and breaking his neck with a clean blow, without any violence or punishment, even though it was deserved. But this was the law of Gabriel's people - exercise a quick and effective penalty, erasing afterwards the vestiges of the event. It was their duty to maintain their identity safe at the same time they kept others safe from suffering the same destiny the girl that now laid on the ground had.
Gabriel raised his hand, invoking in him the fire that was his intimate. A small flare was born between his fingers and he threw it over the body of the vagabond prostrate by his feet, incinerating him and letting the flames consuming him rapidly until only a mound of ashes was left. Only then did Gabriel pay attention to the young woman that still rested injured on the other side of the alley. Crouching by her, Gabriel analyzed attentively the damage that had been done. Hematomas under the form of fingers and spots covered her skin in several places, as well as some scratches on her face and naked shoulders. The worst wound was where the rogue had fed - a rip near her wrist gushed abundantly. He grabbed carefully her arm and raised it to his lips, letting the whispers that between them escaped in an ancient chant, along with the light and soft touch of the same, heal the wounds, not letting any vestiges of the skin being mutilated remain. Only after applying the same ministrations to the other injuries did Gabriel gave himself to the luxury of paying attention to the girl herself.
The girl had a long face with bland curves. The skin was pleasant and soft, probably of a peach tone, but that now was white of weakness, the lips pompous but dried. The stretched body was marked by delicate and young curves but desirable. Gabriel clenched his teeth for a moment and then relaxed, biting his lip in a infancy gesture that hadn’t been lost.
Pondering about what to do, Gabriel looked at the sky above him. His duty was to treat and erase any memories of the incident that had happened. But Gabriel felt like contour that rule. He glanced at the girl that still laid on the ground. Just for a while, he thought. Only until she recovers, he promised himself. Gabriel shook his head and, grabbing the girl, he went home in an crazy speed, without disturbing anything around him.
When reaching the modest Victorian house, Gabriel didn’t lose time entering, so that no one saw them. The house was situated in an urban area considered of high society. Even though Gabriel preferred the peacefulness that a rural area possessed, his social and officious status demanded that he remained in the city, where he could easily be contacted. And what better place to dissimulate the richness acquired throughout a great longevity and mix himself with those that were alien to him than a neighborhood of high class?
Gabriel laid down the girl in his bed, the caramel wavy hair surrounding her face like a golden halo. After some more seconds of losing himself in the beauty of the young woman he shook his head and returned to the hall to unravel himself of his coat and scarf. Gabriel had spent too much time on his duties, negating himself to any carnal pleasure and much more the one which he most needed and that left a growing hole in his chest - the emotional. Serge, his butler and friend of long time, awaited him with raised arms to receive the vests he deposed to him.
“Thank you, Serge.” He said. The butler nodded, observing his sire with knowing eyes.
“Do you wish Milly to assist the miss?” serge offered. Gabriel raised an eyebrow in question but seeing that the old man didn’t questioned him in no way about the girl he nodded.
“Do that,” he asked, suddenly feeling exhausted. “I’ll be on the studio if you need me.”
“I will, sir.” Said Serge, retreating himself. Gabriel followed along the corridor and refuged himself in his studio. Sitting in the armchair by the fireplace that Milly certainly had lit for him and holding a cup of Porto in his hand, Gabriel pondered more wisely about his act. He had only two options - get rid of the girl as fast as possible before anyone found out it and denounced him, or cover is surrender to the senseless and perverted temptation. Gabriel sighed and rubbed his eyes. His life was too long already. And for that same thing the directorship he occupied. However he thought that they were too many tasks already. Maybe he was becoming senile, he questioned himself. Gabriel swallowed the last sip of wine and creased his lips, savoring the fruity and sweet taste of the beverage. Probably it would be best to make a decision after speaking with the girl.
Gabriel placed the empty glass on the coffe table and rose, stretching languidly like a child. Certain times he wished to be young again, to be a teenager and live intensely all those vivid sensations and fantastic discoveries. But he had seen already more than what was rightfully his of life and for him it didn’t seem to be there anything new- he needed new experiences, something that revived his true nature, in every sense, and that in some way could erase little by little the spot of darkness that would go covering his best qualities, making him empty like a shell.
The door was ajar when Gabriel reached the room. He peeked through the slit and watched Milly covering the girl he had brought with the white robe he usually wore after a bath. Something in him revolted uncomfortably and Gabriel grimaced at the same time he heard a sigh. Only then did he notice that the girl was awake. He studied the expression in her face and frowned. While Milly helped the girl getting comfortable, comforting her with words, the last didn’t react, simply letting Milly take care of her. Gabriel frowned harder at that. When Milly was almost finished he slipped inside the room. Milly glanced at him and smiled mischievously, as was usual whenever Gabriel did something out of the normal. The girl followed her eyes to him and let out a strangled sound, while cringing, squashing against the headboard of the bed and trembling like green leaves. Gabriel and Milly glanced at her at the same time surprised. The woman hurried to the scared creature and rubbing her arms tried to calm her down while Gabriel's lips curved down with sadness. The girl feared him thinking maybe that had been him who had attacked her. She had already been unconscious when Gabriel had found and rescued her. Even knowing that, Gabriel couldn’t help the feeling of hut when seeing the girl cringing with terror by looking at him. He sighed and sat on end of the bed, maintaining a relative distance from her to not scare her furthermore, if that were possible."
I'm posting a WIP tomorrow. I have no patience for uploads right now D: