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estdeus_innobis2012-01-27 08:30 pm
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I love mankind; it's people I can't stand.
Wednesday, June 19th
The Bridge of the Pontalier, early evening
It is such a frustrating thing, to be bound in this form. It is both uncomfortable, and far too familiar for my tastes. Lilith has grown impatient with me, and my reluctance to kill Lucien Constantine. She mocks me for my fondness for the doctor, and my human sensibilities. I have offered up the excuse that our CeCe could benefit from having a human parent has she develops...
but that is exactly what it is; an excuse.
Perhaps My Lady is correct. Perhaps I have become too soft hearted, from being both trapped inside Lucien and within this human shell for as long as I have been.
These are the melancholy thoughts that occupy my mind as I wander through town, towards the fairgrounds. It is a rather humid night, and the clouds are crowding out the stars and the sky. There's a breeze that has the promise of a rain storm on it, but it's pleasing in it's way. I stop on the bridge, and tilt my face upwards, inhaling deep. I still have retained my keen sense of smell, and of sight and hearing. I can hear the carnival games in the distance, and the lights sway and bob, dancing in the breeze. The scent of hay, sugar confections and baked dough are pleasant, but moreso is the far off storm and electricity in the air.
With a rather contented... or resigned sigh, I hoist myself up to sit on the wall of the bridge. People come and go from the Carnival, and to and from the businesses on Silk. It is a curiously relaxing thing, to just sit and do nothing.
Yes. Far too human for my tastes.
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The Bridge of the Pontalier, early evening
It is such a frustrating thing, to be bound in this form. It is both uncomfortable, and far too familiar for my tastes. Lilith has grown impatient with me, and my reluctance to kill Lucien Constantine. She mocks me for my fondness for the doctor, and my human sensibilities. I have offered up the excuse that our CeCe could benefit from having a human parent has she develops...
but that is exactly what it is; an excuse.
Perhaps My Lady is correct. Perhaps I have become too soft hearted, from being both trapped inside Lucien and within this human shell for as long as I have been.
These are the melancholy thoughts that occupy my mind as I wander through town, towards the fairgrounds. It is a rather humid night, and the clouds are crowding out the stars and the sky. There's a breeze that has the promise of a rain storm on it, but it's pleasing in it's way. I stop on the bridge, and tilt my face upwards, inhaling deep. I still have retained my keen sense of smell, and of sight and hearing. I can hear the carnival games in the distance, and the lights sway and bob, dancing in the breeze. The scent of hay, sugar confections and baked dough are pleasant, but moreso is the far off storm and electricity in the air.
With a rather contented... or resigned sigh, I hoist myself up to sit on the wall of the bridge. People come and go from the Carnival, and to and from the businesses on Silk. It is a curiously relaxing thing, to just sit and do nothing.
Yes. Far too human for my tastes.
(open)