1. Action Sprawling canals, unobtrusive natives, modest houses with a focus on comfort and unassuming leisure -- Louis felt at home in the Water district. The heavy smell of water and sea, and the products thereof, were the forefront of his attraction and the hues of blues and greens the backdrop that solidified his immediate favor for this area. It was night, of course, and Louis was masochistically enjoying the gnawing hunger that was threatening him with weakness. It was back to rats for him, and he had a small smile at the thought of, what would Lestat think?
But he didn't know this city yet, he didn't know how sustainable the life was here, he didn't know if these 'kedan' were even full of the precious blood he needed to survive. In two-hundred and fifty years, Louis felt as if he had seen most of what the small world of Earth had to offer and this was, while disconcerting at first, strangely refreshing. Night after night he walked the various districts taking in all that he could of the sights and sounds of this surreal new city. Always however, he ended up back in the Water district. It had been rodents and birds for the few weeks he had walked these streets.
His hunger was constant, as was the pain that came with it, and the unrest. He needed to feed but he dare not, at least not yet. Every time a particularly interesting native crossed his path, Louis was one step closer to finding out what their life would feel like draining from them and into himself -- how ironic would it be if their blood was toxic, or if they had no blood at all for him to drink upon? Such thoughts helped ease the pain some, at least, but he knew that he would not last much longer.
This was evidenced by him actually bumping into someone he was so preoccupied with such thoughts. Louis turned immediately to see if it was another Foreigner or a native, with an apology already on his lips. "Forgive me my thoughtlessness."
2. Console [Video] [It is night, the very earliest of hours in the new day, and Louis is sitting in a dully lit room. The color of the light is a dull blue, and his face is mostly in shadow. The darkness outside and the blue-teal light give his white skin -- what can be seen of it -- a very unhealthy hue. However, his voice is soft and curious in tone, and welcoming in its calmness]
One of my most favorite of memories of my home were the crawfish. Platters full of bright crawfish, freshly caught, steaming and soon to be bathed in seasoned, clarified butter.
[Being in the Water district has brought these distant memories back and they make him smile slightly as he thinks on it. He couldn't now remember what crawfish tasted like but he remembered that he had enjoyed it.]
Do they have here what any of you recall fondly from your own homes? More surprising to me is not what all is different here, but how much is so similar, to what I once knew.
Louis de Pointe du Lac | The Vampire Chronicles
Sprawling canals, unobtrusive natives, modest houses with a focus on comfort and unassuming leisure -- Louis felt at home in the Water district. The heavy smell of water and sea, and the products thereof, were the forefront of his attraction and the hues of blues and greens the backdrop that solidified his immediate favor for this area. It was night, of course, and Louis was masochistically enjoying the gnawing hunger that was threatening him with weakness. It was back to rats for him, and he had a small smile at the thought of, what would Lestat think?
But he didn't know this city yet, he didn't know how sustainable the life was here, he didn't know if these 'kedan' were even full of the precious blood he needed to survive. In two-hundred and fifty years, Louis felt as if he had seen most of what the small world of Earth had to offer and this was, while disconcerting at first, strangely refreshing. Night after night he walked the various districts taking in all that he could of the sights and sounds of this surreal new city. Always however, he ended up back in the Water district. It had been rodents and birds for the few weeks he had walked these streets.
His hunger was constant, as was the pain that came with it, and the unrest. He needed to feed but he dare not, at least not yet. Every time a particularly interesting native crossed his path, Louis was one step closer to finding out what their life would feel like draining from them and into himself -- how ironic would it be if their blood was toxic, or if they had no blood at all for him to drink upon? Such thoughts helped ease the pain some, at least, but he knew that he would not last much longer.
This was evidenced by him actually bumping into someone he was so preoccupied with such thoughts. Louis turned immediately to see if it was another Foreigner or a native, with an apology already on his lips. "Forgive me my thoughtlessness."
2. Console [Video]
[It is night, the very earliest of hours in the new day, and Louis is sitting in a dully lit room. The color of the light is a dull blue, and his face is mostly in shadow. The darkness outside and the blue-teal light give his white skin -- what can be seen of it -- a very unhealthy hue. However, his voice is soft and curious in tone, and welcoming in its calmness]
One of my most favorite of memories of my home were the crawfish. Platters full of bright crawfish, freshly caught, steaming and soon to be bathed in seasoned, clarified butter.
[Being in the Water district has brought these distant memories back and they make him smile slightly as he thinks on it. He couldn't now remember what crawfish tasted like but he remembered that he had enjoyed it.]
Do they have here what any of you recall fondly from your own homes? More surprising to me is not what all is different here, but how much is so similar, to what I once knew.