Post by Marius I on May 12, 2008 1:16:26 GMT 1
I personally was not sure if I'd ever be able to live here, in a place of unending summer, mortal skin on display day and night, warm still from the sun's sleepy caress. It would be too tempting, to a point where the Little Drink would hardly suffice. Miami was rife with the evildoer - smugglers, drug dealers, and true murderers - but equally full of beautiful men and women with a longing for danger evident in their eyes.
I had to pause to remind myself that I was not here for them, despite the occasional glance from one or more of their population that explained that they wished I was.
Not important.
The Night Island, called by all mortals who encountered it Il Villaggio, loomed before me on the expansive Ocean Drive. Il Villaggio was impressive compared even to the similar buildings around it. I knew that upon the roof sat several pools, water gently rippling in the breeze and enticing the mortals who lived there to swim at all hours. Upon the adjoining balconies were couches and even outdoor grills. The majority of the building's residents were quite rich, and prone to enjoying the proferred luxuries at any hour.
I waited until none of these residents were around in the proxmity of the fine building, and took easily to the air. It is still a disorienting feeling, one that, no matter what age, can still surprise an immortal each time he employs the gift of flight. I landed gracefully upon the balcony just outside Amadeo's big glass windows, and took a moment to peer over the balcony. Why he wished to have his suites with such big windows and so high up, nearer to the sun, I would never know. Perhaps it had been Daniel's decision.
Daniel. He was what I had come to speak to my fledgling about. He was not here at the moment. Nor, by any way I could discern, was Amadeo. 'Armand' he preferred to be called, but to me he was always Amadeo, my child. The lock was not hard to force with my mind, and I entered the suite, careful to close the glass door gently behind me.
Fine art he had upon the pristine white walls, a mass of clean technological wonders in the kitchen, and plush couches of leather and velvet in almost every room. I did not snoop into specifics, but simply peered around a bit, before at last taking up a spot in the living room. I sat upon a large white leather couch, and waited for his return. Perhaps he would be with Daniel, perhaps without. I hoped sincerely for the latter.
I had to pause to remind myself that I was not here for them, despite the occasional glance from one or more of their population that explained that they wished I was.
Not important.
The Night Island, called by all mortals who encountered it Il Villaggio, loomed before me on the expansive Ocean Drive. Il Villaggio was impressive compared even to the similar buildings around it. I knew that upon the roof sat several pools, water gently rippling in the breeze and enticing the mortals who lived there to swim at all hours. Upon the adjoining balconies were couches and even outdoor grills. The majority of the building's residents were quite rich, and prone to enjoying the proferred luxuries at any hour.
I waited until none of these residents were around in the proxmity of the fine building, and took easily to the air. It is still a disorienting feeling, one that, no matter what age, can still surprise an immortal each time he employs the gift of flight. I landed gracefully upon the balcony just outside Amadeo's big glass windows, and took a moment to peer over the balcony. Why he wished to have his suites with such big windows and so high up, nearer to the sun, I would never know. Perhaps it had been Daniel's decision.
Daniel. He was what I had come to speak to my fledgling about. He was not here at the moment. Nor, by any way I could discern, was Amadeo. 'Armand' he preferred to be called, but to me he was always Amadeo, my child. The lock was not hard to force with my mind, and I entered the suite, careful to close the glass door gently behind me.
Fine art he had upon the pristine white walls, a mass of clean technological wonders in the kitchen, and plush couches of leather and velvet in almost every room. I did not snoop into specifics, but simply peered around a bit, before at last taking up a spot in the living room. I sat upon a large white leather couch, and waited for his return. Perhaps he would be with Daniel, perhaps without. I hoped sincerely for the latter.