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[Anglachel]

Alexei felt like a child, sitting on the park bench and watching the sun set with magenta and banana yellows streaking the darkening sky. What thoughts he’d had of returning home had fled with the afternoon, and now that all the children were gone, he could finally take a seat on the bench and watch the park with wistful sighs. With the sunset would come the inevitable cold, and then the winds that would shake the elderly trees. He almost missed the comfort of the sun that he’d lost with humanity, and now that he inhabited the night, sometimes he would wake early from what seemed like eternal slumber to venture out into the sun for an hour or two. But dear Lucian would be waking soon, and he didn’t want him to be waiting long—after all, it wouldn’t do to make him feel lonely.

He stood slowly, shoving his cold hands into the deep pockets of his overcoat, breath coming in misty woebegone puff. There wasn’t enough wilderness here to go chase rabbits, as he so dearly wished to do, and he half desired to take a bus out to the middle of nowhere and go hunt a few small furry mammals. But he didn’t take the initiative, merely standing there for a few moments, watching the sky fade to navy blue, and the weather cool.

[volans]

As soon as he woke, he turned to see if his Alexei weree in the room and he sighed when he couldn't feel his presence anywhere near their building. Standing slowly and getting dressed silently, he made their bed and did other sorts of waking-time rituals he was want to do.

After leaving the building and wasting some time with feeding, he licked his lips, breath now making clouds in the cool air that he could not feel. He was searching for Alexei, now. He had a pocket full of cash and was ready to let Alexei have a night of whatever he wished.

It took a bit, but he finally sensed Alexei near and smiled, going to a park he'd found him on many other nights. Walking slowly, looking up at the stars, then at the lone figure standing in the middle of the place. "Alexei..." he said with a small smile as he reached him.

[Anglachel]

Alexei directed his attention back to the earth, turning to smile at Lucian briefly. His hands were growing warm in his pockets, and although he surely struck a strange figure in the middle of the park alone, he was somewhat content to stand there in silence. When they'd been there for a few seconds, he finally turned to his companion.

"Did you sleep well?"

He wasn't ever sure if Lucian slept well, it seemed that although he was still, his thoughts would be restless and full of fire and other fears. He wouldn't ever know for sure.

[volans]

Lucian's warm hand reached out to take Alexei's lightly, just fingertips, just to make slight contact. "Well enough." He said, staring off at where the moon was rising. "Until the bed grew cold." He said, though his face had a soft, slight smile that none would recognize save Alexei. He'd learned by now when Lucian was joking and when he was really angry, which was becoming less and less often. Alexei's shy nature was wearing off on him.

He let their fingers slip slowly to lock into place and sighed. "How was the sunset, love' he asked, a bit jealously. "Tell me the colours."

[Anglachel]

"Tell me the colours."

He looked up to the sky, taking Lucian's hand with a quiet smile. There were so many vibrant hues that filled the sky, it would take forever to name them all. He gently squeezed Lucian's hand, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.

"Let's see... Magenta, rose, navy, midnight blue, lavendar, orange..." He looked over at his still companion. "Banana yellow, cream, and a little verdant green." He exhaled again, watching his breath blow away in whisps of steam.

"You can't see them?" He gestured to the sky, more than a litle confused.

[volans]

Lucian's eyes were closed. "Sun's nearly down anyway. I never get to see the true sunset. It's still too much light for me to handle." he turned to Alexei, eyes still closed, and pressed his face to the boy's neck with a sigh, linking their other hands together and wrapping both of their arms behind Alexei's back, holding him close.

Plus." He added, smiling against his slin, lips pressed to the pulsepoint with a soft sigh. "I love hearing you explain the colours to me, love.

[Anglachel]

Alexei laughed, running his hand over Lucian’s arm. ”You like hearing me talk? You’re probably the only person.” That was true, his sisters had often complained that he spoke entirely too much for their taste; they could never understand how one small boy could have so much to say. When he’d finally quieted down they’d said it was like water had stopped running, or the world was ending, because Alexei had finally shut up.

”I’ll take a picture some day,” he promised. ”So you can see it for yourself. Believe me, it’s much better in person, but a picture can capture a lot of the colours.” He squinted into the rapidly darkening night. He wondered if there were any others like them, out roaming the depths of the sunset.

[volans]

Lucian nodded, one of his hands sliding to the small of Alexei's back, the other along his arm to take his hand. He swayed very very slightly, only Alexei would know that he was moving at all, an old soft french tune from his childhood, so many years ago coming from his mouth. He sighed softly, letting their heads rest together slightly before he stopped moving.

He sighed again, a bit deeper. "Je veux vous porter en France. A ma maison." He said softly, pulling abck slightly to look at him. "The same as you going back to Berlin. Except. I know no one is there fo rme. I just. Have to end it. You know?" he said, his accent coming back a bit stronger than normal as he thought of his home. "I want to show you, mon amour, the country, the city, of romance"

[Anglachel]

Alexei had never left Germany until he became a werewolf, and he had never ventured as far as the beautiful illusive France of his sisters' dreams. They had worn berets to school, and done their eyeliner dramatic enough to scare off vampires, and spoken in faux French accents just to annoy their teachers. He remembered well enough as they would pour over their idioms and conjugations, determined to become as fashionable and beautiful as any mademoiselle.

"I'd love to go to France with you," he answered honestly, and with a touch of surprise. "I've never been." Except on the television, on the travel channel, where the hostess would venture into the depths of Lorraine and Nice, searching for the 'perfect bottle of wine', to complement his or her cheese, or what not. France was a place of mythical qualities, not for ordinary people such as himself.

"Where in France?"

[volans]

"Anywhere you want, love" he said, smiling, excited himself at the thought of returning, and also of showing Alexei his home and all the wonderful thigns abotu France. "we'll go to Paris first, obviously. You must see the city. The Tower is magnificent witht he new lighting they've covered it in." he smiled wistfully. "I remember when it was built.." he said before looking back to Alexei, "then maybe, to the south? show you the beaches. You'd love them. You could... you could swim in the sea... soak up the sunlight.." he said, though the last part was a bit wistful, a bit jealous. Anything for his Alexei.

"Then." he said, recovering, holding himself high "Then to the country. You'l eat cheese and bread so fine, you'll not know what to do withourself. And wine, Oh Alexei." he said, kissing his cheeks. "And, of course, you'll only have the latest in Parisian fashions. Only the best. The best for you, love. " he said, simply beaming. He wanted to leave right then.

[Anglachel]

Alexei found Lucian's enthusiasm invigorating, so much so that he grinned, and hopped up and down slightly. Paris? Paris? It was almost too good to be true. In face, he had to pinch himself to assure himself that it was real, and that he was really going to go to Paris, the city of lights, angels, and beauty. His sisters called it the "cultural capital of the world; the epitome of taste and fashion, and everything that is good in the world". And so it was, to young naïve children in the midsts of the quiet, calm east Berlin. Surely it was too amazing to be true.

"When shall we go?" He couldn't help but want to jetset off as soon as possible, off to see the world and the places he'd never been, nor ever before dreamed of going. With a another hop of excitement, he looked to Lucian for reassurance.

[volans]

"We leave tomorrow" he said in a definite tone, Kissing him for a moment before pulling away, planning things in his head. They'd need safe night passage to France, places to stay once they got there... Lucian knew where to stay in paris, that was nothing, and the country wouldn't be hard, but the coast... he'd find somewhere.

he found himself pacing before Alexei and muttering to himself, completely in his own head, trying to figure out how he could plan this in a day. He'd have to get the money chaged, but with his kind of money, it wouldn't be a problem, anyone would kill to do business with him. He'd have to have Alexei fitted and dressed as soon as they got there, and a hat. Alexei would look good with a hat. He himself craved new clothing and... and...

He sighed shortly, then looked up at Alexei. "i can make it happen." he said with a msile, going to him and cupping his face. "Be ready to leave when I rise tomorrow, yes?"

[Anglachel]

Tomorrow? Yes... He was ready to go jetsetting. He jumped up and down again, grabbing Lucian's hands in his excitement. "Tomorrow, tomorrow! We're going tomorrow," he chanted in a singsong voice, unable to bottle his enthusiasm. "We're going to bleedin' Paris!" Dream come true, probably. And they could be together in the city of love, and meet new vampires and werewolves, and have a grand old time on the town. And plus, it was with Lucian, which was never boring or tedious. It was like an adventure each time they stepped out of their lair, he could barely imagine what it would be like to travel with his love.

[volans]

Lucian couldn't help but grin, his teeth showing fully as he squeezed Alexei's hands before pulling the boy close, holding his excited frame closely. "Mon Dieu, aren't we excited." he murmured, though he couldn't deny that he, himself, was just as excited as Alexei was.

He pulled back from alexei, to study the excited face, pink cheeks, the blood rushing through him was amazing and it made Lucian all the more happy. He loved making Alexei happy. "I have to go secure us a train, yes?" he said, still grinning, resting their foreheads together. "And get together all of the money, get my clothes, get your..." he chuckled, kissing his nose. "we;re buying you a whole new wardrobe, love, if it's what you want."

He grinned again, not able to contain his excitement, smoothing Alexei's hair back and kissing him. "we're going to Paris. Together. This is going to be amazing."

[Anglachel]

ooc: should we just end it here, and cut to them in Paris?