These last days? Has so much happened to further his ambitions? Or has something happened to make Iblis crave oblivion that much more?
Rose is growing fast, but that is not so unusual amongst children of our kind... CeCe appears to all as a teen-aged girl.
"She is a clever child; headstrong, but eager to please. Her mother is the mayor now," Choke a little on my vodka at that. "The townsfolk have mostly forgotten her less reputable days, and she is settled down as a wife, mother, and politician. Excolo is such a forgiving town."
"So her craving to self destruct has finally abated... good for her." Laugh a little and drain my glass. Lucien would be proud of her, I think. "I doubt very much the town is that forgiving, though. If I were to put on my former face and walk through town, I am betting I would end up the target of a lynch mob. And those do get tedious after a few centuries." But he is not in a mood to talk, or take a stroll down memory lane.
"Are we that close, then?" I finally ask, quietly. I manage to close down all emotions but simple curiosity. To show anything but that would be unwise.
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Date: 2013-08-26 01:17 am (UTC)Rose is growing fast, but that is not so unusual amongst children of our kind... CeCe appears to all as a teen-aged girl.
"She is a clever child; headstrong, but eager to please. Her mother is the mayor now," Choke a little on my vodka at that. "The townsfolk have mostly forgotten her less reputable days, and she is settled down as a wife, mother, and politician. Excolo is such a forgiving town."
"So her craving to self destruct has finally abated... good for her." Laugh a little and drain my glass. Lucien would be proud of her, I think. "I doubt very much the town is that forgiving, though. If I were to put on my former face and walk through town, I am betting I would end up the target of a lynch mob. And those do get tedious after a few centuries." But he is not in a mood to talk, or take a stroll down memory lane.
"Are we that close, then?" I finally ask, quietly. I manage to close down all emotions but simple curiosity. To show anything but that would be unwise.