Out of Place (Open )
Feb 22, 2014 5:50:03 GMT
Post by Vesperes Van Hasselt on Feb 22, 2014 5:50:03 GMT
Silently navigating the paths leading through the park, Vesperes was taking some time to clear his head. He had considered going out to one of the clubs, or looking for some other sort of activity. It had been tempting in some ways, but the Kaiser found himself in the mood to be alone. Of course, he could have been alone on the clan territories, but it didn't suit him. It was true, some of his kin was now present. He was pleased in no small way, the presence of two of his children, and Klaus was soothing in many ways. Still, there were unpleasant matters involved as well. Mostly, it was a matter of safety.
There were reasons for him to want to get out. For one, it irritated the Prussian that he had so few beneath him that he felt a connection to, and nearly just as few that he felt he could trust. 'Trust' of course, was a far more tricky concept for those that lived as long as vampires, but still, it was important to the Prussian. He had been keeping up with the ongoings of his people in District one; it was his obligation, and his privilege, but it did also serve as a reminder that here, in this district, he was mostly alone.
Pausing, Vesperes' gaze settled on the subtle rippling out in the surface of the inky black pool. The movement would have escaped the notice of many, but millenia of living, and fighting... decades of hunting his own kind, had made the ancient more observant. Perhaps it had also caused him to lose his mind just a bit, as looking out onto the reflection of the Mistress, wavering in the not quite glassy surface, made him only think that this was not his home. He wasn't sad in this moment, it was just this feeling of malcontent. He was given to feeling it from time to time, but this unfamiliar climate, the lack of familiar company, it made the feeling a bit more pointed. Perhaps he should have sought familiar company at such a time, but that wasn't his instinct in matters such as these.
"Lerne leiden ohne zu klagen." The words echoed through his mind. Some might have found such a thought at such a time oppressive. For Vesperes it was a mantra of strength. It reminded him of who he was, of who his people are. For him, there was no greater comfort; it helped the world make sense.
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