Post by Armand on Aug 19, 2020 3:10:51 GMT 1
Armand
A small segment of a larger, unfinished piece.
I could smell the acrid scent of cigarette smoke well before I even stepped foot into the bedroom.
It is an utterly repulsive habit which Daniel has carried with him from his mortal life. He and I have had countless discussions about it in the years since his transformation and none have ended well. He claims that smoking is relaxing and that nicotine induces a physiological satisfaction not unlike that of coming down from the high that follows a kill. I’ve debunked every one of his arguments, but that doesn’t stop him from carrying a pack of Marlboros around in his jacket pocket and lighting one up whenever he thinks I’m not around to notice.
As I entered the room, a wisp of white smoke slipped out from beneath the restroom door. I could hear the muffled sound of the television I had installed for him last month and a familiar laughter almost drowned out by the steady hum of whirlpool jets.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The pungent aroma assaulted my senses, but I kept my displeasure to myself as I silently moved closer.
The room was exquisite; my own design. Marble pillars reminiscent of the Roman Baths supported an arched ceiling. A glowing electric fireplace lined the North wall and the South wall featured a picture window overlooking the Aegean Sea. A digital waterfall shower was nestled into one corner and the centerpiece of the room was a massive whirlpool tub complete with a waterproof television screen which rises from the marble at the touch of a button. A pair of muddy sneakers were left on the floor as if their owner had simply walked out of them and soft denim jeans were entangled with a yellow t-shirt on the steps leading up to the tub.
A head of damp ashen hair rested against the basin and the flicker of electric flames illuminated one slender arm as it stretched out to flick cigarette ash into the growing pile on the side of the tub. Clearly, there was not an ounce of concern for the stain it might leave on the imported calacatta marble.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I questioned from directly behind him. My words startled him, causing the cigarette to drop from his fingers and land in the swirling water with a tiny hiss of smoke.
**
What age is your character?
17 in 1481.
What are your characters supernatural strengths and abilities?
Mind gift, fire gift, cloud gift.
What is their general attitude, what are likes and dislikes?
Cold, cruel, apathetic, passionate, a combination of many things.
Romance, No Romance, Sex, No Sex: Fine with all, but prefer to stick with VC universe.
A small segment of a larger, unfinished piece.
I could smell the acrid scent of cigarette smoke well before I even stepped foot into the bedroom.
It is an utterly repulsive habit which Daniel has carried with him from his mortal life. He and I have had countless discussions about it in the years since his transformation and none have ended well. He claims that smoking is relaxing and that nicotine induces a physiological satisfaction not unlike that of coming down from the high that follows a kill. I’ve debunked every one of his arguments, but that doesn’t stop him from carrying a pack of Marlboros around in his jacket pocket and lighting one up whenever he thinks I’m not around to notice.
As I entered the room, a wisp of white smoke slipped out from beneath the restroom door. I could hear the muffled sound of the television I had installed for him last month and a familiar laughter almost drowned out by the steady hum of whirlpool jets.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The pungent aroma assaulted my senses, but I kept my displeasure to myself as I silently moved closer.
The room was exquisite; my own design. Marble pillars reminiscent of the Roman Baths supported an arched ceiling. A glowing electric fireplace lined the North wall and the South wall featured a picture window overlooking the Aegean Sea. A digital waterfall shower was nestled into one corner and the centerpiece of the room was a massive whirlpool tub complete with a waterproof television screen which rises from the marble at the touch of a button. A pair of muddy sneakers were left on the floor as if their owner had simply walked out of them and soft denim jeans were entangled with a yellow t-shirt on the steps leading up to the tub.
A head of damp ashen hair rested against the basin and the flicker of electric flames illuminated one slender arm as it stretched out to flick cigarette ash into the growing pile on the side of the tub. Clearly, there was not an ounce of concern for the stain it might leave on the imported calacatta marble.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I questioned from directly behind him. My words startled him, causing the cigarette to drop from his fingers and land in the swirling water with a tiny hiss of smoke.
**
What age is your character?
17 in 1481.
What are your characters supernatural strengths and abilities?
Mind gift, fire gift, cloud gift.
What is their general attitude, what are likes and dislikes?
Cold, cruel, apathetic, passionate, a combination of many things.
Romance, No Romance, Sex, No Sex: Fine with all, but prefer to stick with VC universe.