#☾ 〈 vampires among us 〉 ︙ sara laurent

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"Vampires cannot drown," Lestat to Sara, tongue-in-cheek.

Head grants a light tilt of curiosity, dark brows furrowing at the comment granted. She's certainly been more and more curious with the realization that vampires were more than some supernatural tale, but it seems in the various depicitions of them - some things were true and accurate, some were not.

". . .What about running water? Can you drown in a river?"

@rejectory

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The mentioning of his mortal life and changing with times is what seems to ignite something, a small oh escaping her as she shifts to a nearby camera bag, rummaging through a pocket of it in the back. "Speaking of, that's sort of why I wanted to talk to you. I really skimmed through the book, I didn't read all of it, but there was a name mentioned that you spoke about - "

She finally, carefully retrieves a ziploc bag, small in size with an aged picture within it. "This was something my family kept for decades; it's a bit damaged, but. . ." The picture is held out towards him, unsure whether he desired to take it or not.

Were he to take it and flip it over, it's simply that - an aged picture, torn where there seemed to be an attempt to remove someone, but their features were partially there; a family portrait of the de pointe du lac family.

Louis listened thoughtfully, his head slightly tilted. He had access to any number of interpretations of himself since Daniel's book had been published, although he'd only seen a few. He couldn't always help his curiosity; somewhere in him was still that man who had never felt seen.

Hers was one of the kinder opinions, certainly.

"Fair enough." He smiled a little, although in his eyes it was clear he was somewhere else. "I admit, the book focused on that aspect, and it's not... inaccurate. I believe it's something that I've carried from my mortal life. Not everything changes with time."

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"You're in loooove." / issac and sara <3

"You gon' tell the whole neighborhood now?"

Shoulder lightly bumps into his own in a playful jest, smile wide on her features at the comment granted. Perhaps she's been telling Issac about Aiden a bit more than she meant to, and perhaps he was right.

@lcvb1tes

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“Enemies can't break your spirit, only friends can.” (( Daniel @ Sara ))

". . .Well then, sounds like you've lived a hell of a life, mister Molloy." It certainly sounds so to her, to have such an input on friends. Perhaps it's the idea that you already expect such from an enemy, rather than a friend? It would make a bit more sense, but still -

"Some shit friends you've had."

@tophatz

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There's a revolving curiosity around the unknown, camera held lightly in her grasp as she sits at an aged bench. Couples roaming around in the darkening night, the stars above just beginning to reveal themselves in the square, camera initially focused upon a nearby fountain - how it illuminates a near dim cerulean, like a beacon in the night that she can't help but add into the frame of a photo she snaps.

A little further roaming, and she catches sight of someone who catches her attention rather swiftly, resounding click of the shutter heard before she can even contemplate taking the picture. What worries her just slightly is the eye contact in the shot, a flush of embarassed crimson rising to her features when she lowers the camera and chestnut gaze catches sight of the other.

@devourcr

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It’s interesting, to understand that life wasn’t as simple to figure out - hell, if people could figure out everything in life, they’d be quite the wealthy person, she figures. She almost wants to ask him just why he thinks such before the subject is changed towards another picture on the page, an older one she’s discovered from her family before she had moved.

It’s a picture of a woman, an aged photo by the yellowing coloration and black and white gradient, her attire seeming just as aged.

“Oh, it’s a picture of my great great grandmother Grace; I think I got a picture of her wedding night - apparently the family kept a lot of old pictures, kinda got them passed down from generation to generation.”

he'd be lying if he said he didn't peek over. steal a glance at the polaroids every time she switched to another one. photo's , he wasn't sure he liked the idea of them. the memories maybe but ; memories would last forever inside the brain. but he also couldn't judge it. not when it reminded so much of louis. " life should be easier to figure out though , or am i wrong ?" why wasn't life easier. even for a vampire , break ups , heartache. loneliness. he didn't want any of it.

" who's that one ," change of subject , now no longer trying to hide that he had been looking.

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There’s a careful step backward, as though moving too fast could trigger something from him. Gaze flickers between him to the fresh corpse on the ground, a spike of concern and fear rising in her chest. A part of her almost wishes this was some sort of odd dream - maybe she fell asleep watching True blood, but it’s all too real to seem as such. Sara doesn’t even dare to stay to try and talk with him, a moment passing before she’s swift to turn on her heel and start dashing in the opposing direction. Could she outrun him? Maybe…were movies right? There’s no way - this is just some psycopath killer -

@lcvb1tes from here

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Sara Laurent Aes

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❛ The world changes. We do not. Therein lies the irony that finally kills us. ❜

"You might not change in appearance, but I bet personality does overtime; I mean, ideas and thoughts change as the times change." Least, that's what she would believe about beings who were so much more elder, and yet appeared even younger than she was.

@2kyears

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she does her best not to let out a heavy sigh, already starting to get her shoes on whilst listening in on the phone. a street with a bar was far from descriptive around here, but then he continues and there's the lightest relief that it seems he wasn't too far away. "hang on, i can come out and meet up with you then, ok? just give me a moment." another moment to pull a jacket around herself, grab her set of keys and keep the phone close as she descends out and down the stairs. "just keep walkin', i'll find you."

"um...i-it's a street..uh, with...it's a street with a bar." he knew he looked stupid as he stumbled down the sidewalk in his drunken haze and caught the attention of some people around him, but he just didn't care. he stopped and looked around, trying to figure out where he was before smiling when noticing sara's apartment building in the distance. "wait, i-i know! sara...i-i'm near..sara, the street...it's your street. sara...i-i'm right here. so y' don't...stay there. i'll uh..walk to you." he already started walking when deciding this, hoping in some small part of his drunken mind that he wasn't bothering sara with how intoxicated he got.

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@lcvb1tes from here

Things were steadily starting to progress since their first meeting, a growing adoration for him in the last few months that had her growing more and more comfortable with him in more intimate moments. Such as this one together, his story discarded on the floor to a sight she can’t help but admire, his words taking a moment to register as gaze rises to him, revealing the blush on her features.

“I think we could, eventually? Before hand, I just want to get to know you more, Mon amor.” It’s the first time she’s used the term for him, hands shifting to her own shirt to start unbuttoning it.

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What was I doing in your dreams? / aiden and sara

"Oh, that we were on a cute little date - a little picnic at night, in the park. Good amount of white wine, we were chatting about the simple things. How was your day, how's the club, how's the job, the simple stuff. It was nice, actually." A soft smile reveals itself on her features at the memory of the dream, not quite diving deeper into what else might have occurred in the dream.

@lcvb1tes

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“Thanks for the beignets, Anne! Now, you better have a fun and safe night, ok? Don’t need to see you all over the local news.” There’s a shared laughter that escapes her, bag held close as she finally departs from a rather late shift at the restaurant. It’s dark in the city tonight, beyond the few partying wanderers and occasional street lamps and string lights from balconies illuminating her way home. A typical night of strangers drinking, celebrating, whatever had their spirits up.

She’s just finished giving a beignet to a rather favored saxophone street player when she goes to turn to continue walking, nearly colliding with the taller stranger.  “Couyon - Sorry, I’m so sorry, i - “

@esurientcourt

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“Look, I’m telling you - the whole idea of vampires existin’ sounds a bit like some funky dream you had.” Least, it certainly seemed entirely unbelievable - more so considering the information he was approaching her with about some louis stranger.

@lcvb1tes

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@guacamolloy from here

It's restless nights and tired, baggy eyes that try to focus through her own camera, sat across from him as she keeps focus on the street nearby. Car lights illuminating the darkness, casting shadows on the people who stroll by. Various conversations mingling with agitated car horns that brings a deeper migraine to herself, her own comment escaping her before she realizes.

Heavy breath escapes from deep in her chest, hand rising to pinch at the bridge of her nose as camera is left to hang from her neck, resting gently against her chest. "I'm sorry - just tired lately, that's all. Restaurant has me tryin' to work double shifts lately; barely got enough time to just hang out and relax lately."

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It's nearly five minutes until the restaurant is fully closed, and with a slow night, she's begun wiping down some of the outside tables, the kitchen working on cleaning the stove top and further - when she notices him sitting at a table nearby. It's enough to prevent her from letting a heavy sigh escape, rag placed into the waist apron around herself.

"If you're looking for food, the kitchen's just startin' to clean up - so not much is gonna be available, unfortunately."

@lcvb1tes for draco!