He mentioned the past and how the artwork brought back memories. That gave her an inkling on his race and that perhaps he wasnt just another human. Maybe Livia wasn't either. They were both very sensitive to the death and horror depicted in the gallery which also made he think Evenhet was the clan if they truly were vampires.
While gruesome and sometimes uncomfortable to look at, these paintings and pictures remind us that life isnt as bright and cheery as we'd like to think. Sometimes we need to remember or we fall into the same old traps as once before.
She nodded at Nicholae.
But you are correct we do have much to fancy any taste of art here. And I thank you for your compliments. I work hard to keep my museum stocked with all the wonderful era's of the world. It is, shall we say..my baby.
The Translyvanian Experience Exhibit
The doors were almost ready to open. Everything was almost perfect.
Roisin Murphy and her band were setting up in the attrium courtyard for this evenings performance. The singer, Roisin, owned Chryseis a favor. They had encountered a run in with each other in a seedy club a few years back. Roisin's voice was sultry and different than Chryseis had ever heard before. Her music didnt really fit into a catagory although most classified it as electronic. It was light and jazzy and at times a bit dark and gothic.A good combination of melodies and a good fit for an exhibit opening that featured a more gothic theme.
The exhibit itself was off to the left of the main entrance. A large black banner hung over its entrance. Silver letters scrawled across it - The Translyvania Experience -.
Inside the exhibit, straight at it's center stood a pedstal containing a holographic image of Vlad the Impalers face. After fifteen seconds it switched to Gary Oldman's face as he looked in the movie Dracula.
Chryseis heard voices behind her. She blinked as Gary Oldman switched to Vlad, the doors had been opened and the first guests were arriving. She could hear one of the museum directors speeches.
As you may well know, author Bram Stoker based the title character of his 1897 novel Dracula on an actual human being, or should we say inhuman being. Stoker's vampire, while being loosely based on Vlad the Impaler, is nowhere near as threatening, nor as sadistic. Stoker's Dracula is a mysterious, somewhat sensual character who kills and feeds to survive, much like any being in nature. In fact, as much as there is reference to the evil of Dracula, it can be reasoned that all of his actions were motivated by survival. Vlad the Impaler, on the other hand, killed not to feed, but to revel in his own power, and just for the sheer pleasure of seeing the suffering of his numerous victims. Some would say that the more modern 'vampire' kills for both these reasons. Depending on who you ask and what movies you watch.
Chryseis grinned. She walked along the walls of the large exhibit checking each photo and painting. It was close to halloween and the exhibits opening fed off of the season and its peaked interest in the dead and undead for that matter.
In actuality it was a tribute to Vlad III of Romania. A very sadistic and horrific man who's history and reign of terror was very interesting and the basis for all vampires. Movies vampires at least, the ones the public knew about. Chryseis wished she had met Vlad, but unfortunatly she had missed that oppertunity.
During his reign, Vlad Dracula also had people decapitated, had their eyes gouged out, had them skinned alive, boiled, burnt, dismembered, eviscerated, or sometimes just physically disfigured for his own amusement. In one particular incident, Turkish ambassadors who had refused to remove their Phrygian caps in his presence were asked why they insulted him in such a manner. When they replied it was because their hats had to remain on their heads according to custom, he graciously honored their tradition by ordering their hats permanently nailed to their heads, never to be removed again.
The director lead the guests near a particularly bloody painting of castle Dracula and it's fence of the impaled. Quietly slipping past the crowd, Chryseis made her way out into the foyer. She could hear the band starting up outside and she grabbed herself a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.
(ooc - feel free to wander around! directors commentary from www.vladtheimpaler.com)
Chryseis Angelique
17 years ago
Livia
17 years ago
Despite the contradictory stances the two people by her had, Livia was comforted by each in their own way. Knowing that beautiful works did exist and were cherished was uplifting and gave her hope for the humans' futures. Accepting that not all life was beautiful was one of those hard to swallow truths that she knew but wished she didnt. Deciding that she had allowed the theme of the exhibit to get lost she looked around once again and reassessed. With a smile at the curator she raised her glass in salute.
"While it may not be my tastes, I do have to commend your ability to bring such a large quantity of this work to one place. Excellent job. Now, do you happen to have any Michelangelo or da Vinci? They are my favorites aside from textile artists."
Leaning slightly on Nic she put her hand upon his that held her waist, patting slightly. His comfort was so nice, she had really needed a friend right there and he had pulled through. It was very appreciated. She wondered if he would be so inclined to grab some coffee with her after this event.
"While it may not be my tastes, I do have to commend your ability to bring such a large quantity of this work to one place. Excellent job. Now, do you happen to have any Michelangelo or da Vinci? They are my favorites aside from textile artists."
Leaning slightly on Nic she put her hand upon his that held her waist, patting slightly. His comfort was so nice, she had really needed a friend right there and he had pulled through. It was very appreciated. She wondered if he would be so inclined to grab some coffee with her after this event.
Nicholae
17 years ago
"Ah yes, but I really don't need to be reminded that the world can be an ugly place. Any time I've doubts I can just turn on the evening news with Charlie Gibson, and he'll clue me in. And anyone who could forget and repeat the horrors of history, I kind of doubt would take heed of this kind of reminder.
Personally, I think art should be beautiful. I think it should offer us memories of the past, but enjoyable memories. I think it should also offer us an escape...a place to run to when we need to be cheered up. But then like Livia, I understand those are just my opinions and preferences, and I'd never want to censure anyone from enjoying this, if this is what they like."
Nic gave Livia a very slight shrug. He really was at odds over why someone would want to have such paintings to look at repeatedly.
"Then again, there are a lot of things in life that I consider ugly, and don't understand how they can appeal to people." Though his mind now was focused on sexual practices that he found appalling, there were other things he couldn't fathom either. However, since he didn't need to come into contact with any of that ugliness, he instead just put it out of his mind. Even if he had eternity ahead of him to live to, any of it devoted to dealing with such atrocities was wasted in his mind.
"But I can see you are a loving mother, in the way you take care of things here, and just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate having this museum in Nachton."
It pleased Nic to feel Livia's hand on his, as it rested on her waist. It was always encouraging to have one's affections accepted, and returned, even in a very subtle way. His head tilted down and he grinned while looking into her pretty face.
"I'd be happy to escort you through the rest of the exhibit, or even over to the other areas of the museum, if you'd like to see the Michelangelo section. I think I may even recall one of da Vinci's works near that wing as well, Testa di Giovinetta, if I remember correctly...or no, maybe it's La Scapigliata?"
He looked briefly to Chryseis, but then gazed back at Livia. The similarities between that sketches old Leo had done, and Livia, were somewhat remarkable in Nic's mind. He wondered if Livia saw any resemblance to herself.
Personally, I think art should be beautiful. I think it should offer us memories of the past, but enjoyable memories. I think it should also offer us an escape...a place to run to when we need to be cheered up. But then like Livia, I understand those are just my opinions and preferences, and I'd never want to censure anyone from enjoying this, if this is what they like."
Nic gave Livia a very slight shrug. He really was at odds over why someone would want to have such paintings to look at repeatedly.
"Then again, there are a lot of things in life that I consider ugly, and don't understand how they can appeal to people." Though his mind now was focused on sexual practices that he found appalling, there were other things he couldn't fathom either. However, since he didn't need to come into contact with any of that ugliness, he instead just put it out of his mind. Even if he had eternity ahead of him to live to, any of it devoted to dealing with such atrocities was wasted in his mind.
"But I can see you are a loving mother, in the way you take care of things here, and just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate having this museum in Nachton."
It pleased Nic to feel Livia's hand on his, as it rested on her waist. It was always encouraging to have one's affections accepted, and returned, even in a very subtle way. His head tilted down and he grinned while looking into her pretty face.
"I'd be happy to escort you through the rest of the exhibit, or even over to the other areas of the museum, if you'd like to see the Michelangelo section. I think I may even recall one of da Vinci's works near that wing as well, Testa di Giovinetta, if I remember correctly...or no, maybe it's La Scapigliata?"
He looked briefly to Chryseis, but then gazed back at Livia. The similarities between that sketches old Leo had done, and Livia, were somewhat remarkable in Nic's mind. He wondered if Livia saw any resemblance to herself.
Livia
17 years ago
Her clanmates' comments were insightful and she took them to heart. She too liked her art to be beautiful. To be honest, Livia would prefer the entire world to be beautiful but she was wise enough to know that you could not measure beauty without first seeing all that was ugly. It was like a measuring stick. Perhaps some day she would grow accepting and loving enough to see beauty in even the most ugly of works or evil of people but that day had not arrived yet.
At Nic's comments about displays in the museum she perked up considerably. With wide happy eyes she asked Chryseis about the paintings on display outside of this exhibit.
"Do you really have La Scapigliata? Its my favorite. Though so many either artists work is magnificent."
The soft lines in the woman's face reminded her of her mother, gentle and kind, truely a beauty inside and out. She knew that she was biased towards Italian artists especially from that time frame and from Florence. Her loyalty to home was still strong as ever. She remembered viewing several of the ceilings and walls painted by da Vinci before they were so rudely 'clothed'.
At Nic's comments about displays in the museum she perked up considerably. With wide happy eyes she asked Chryseis about the paintings on display outside of this exhibit.
"Do you really have La Scapigliata? Its my favorite. Though so many either artists work is magnificent."
The soft lines in the woman's face reminded her of her mother, gentle and kind, truely a beauty inside and out. She knew that she was biased towards Italian artists especially from that time frame and from Florence. Her loyalty to home was still strong as ever. She remembered viewing several of the ceilings and walls painted by da Vinci before they were so rudely 'clothed'.
Chryseis Angelique
17 years ago
La Scapigliata it is. One of the harder pieces to attain, there were many...bids. Beautiful none the less. That wing has an amazning view of the courtyard as well. His painting inspire many..couples, so it was a fitting place for him to reside.
She could tell these two needed the viewing pleasure of more pleasant artwork. She did enjoy Leonardos and Davinci's, hence why she had them placed in her beloved museum, But every now and then she need a good downer painting. Lately it had been more now rather than then.
Blood and horror always fascinated her. It was amazing that such atrocities had been commited, some of them repeatedly over time. Horrors commited by humans, powerless humans. Somehow humans could gain strength over others with out any true abilities. Most of them did it with pain and terror. It was beautiful what they could think of. She was baffled by these two and their distaste.
The enitre museum is open this evening. Feel free to explore outside of this exhibit. I appreciate your attendence even with it not being your cup of tea.
She could tell these two needed the viewing pleasure of more pleasant artwork. She did enjoy Leonardos and Davinci's, hence why she had them placed in her beloved museum, But every now and then she need a good downer painting. Lately it had been more now rather than then.
Blood and horror always fascinated her. It was amazing that such atrocities had been commited, some of them repeatedly over time. Horrors commited by humans, powerless humans. Somehow humans could gain strength over others with out any true abilities. Most of them did it with pain and terror. It was beautiful what they could think of. She was baffled by these two and their distaste.
The enitre museum is open this evening. Feel free to explore outside of this exhibit. I appreciate your attendence even with it not being your cup of tea.
Livia
17 years ago
Livia nodded with a smile. Such romantic paintings often inspired romance. Though she enjoyed looking at them for the hope and beauty that welled within her at their sight. She remembered the reverence of viewing them fresh and new. The church scenes were inspiring while the people studies so beautiful. Looking back she realized it was such a shame to have such talent die out as all humans did. Still the amount of work done only served to make each piece special.
"Thank you for the information. I may find that wing more to my liking."
Wondering briefly if Nic would wish to explore the museum with her this evening. Either way she wished to escape from the death depicted on the walls in the exhibit swiftly. Looking up to her clanmate she smiled.
"Would you be interested in exploring the other wing with me?"
"Thank you for the information. I may find that wing more to my liking."
Wondering briefly if Nic would wish to explore the museum with her this evening. Either way she wished to escape from the death depicted on the walls in the exhibit swiftly. Looking up to her clanmate she smiled.
"Would you be interested in exploring the other wing with me?"
Chryseis Angelique
17 years ago
Please feel free to enjoy yourself, in which ever wing it may be. Once again i thank you for your attendance. I must excuse myself. It was good to meet you both and i hope you continue to frequent the Arch.
With a slight bow she excused herself from the odd couple. Too much plesantries and she was going to heave. Strange it was to run into vampires that loved life and humans.
(ooc - out pending responses!)
With a slight bow she excused herself from the odd couple. Too much plesantries and she was going to heave. Strange it was to run into vampires that loved life and humans.
(ooc - out pending responses!)
Nicholae
17 years ago
Again acknowledging his appreciation for the care Chryseis had given the museum, Nic nodded gladly at Livia's question.
"Yes I would like that...I definitely need a breather from all the gloom." His smile was engaging, and his hand remained at her waist as he turned her towards the hallway that would lead them away.
As they made their new path, Nic noticed that Livia's skin beneath her dress felt warm, and for a brief moment wondered how it would feel pressed against his own, slightly cooler flesh. Before his thoughts got totally out of hand, he began talking again. He really was trying to be, what he imagined Kem would feel was, good, and that he still referenced his pal in such things made him laugh quietly. He looked to Livia and wondered if she had heard him.
"I was wondering, since you've been to Nachton before, do you know Kem?" While Nic knew the man's last name, he still wasn't quite sure if he pronounced it correctly, and since 'Kem' was a name like Cher, or Madonna, or Bono, he didn't think it would be necessary anyway.
"I only ask because I was laughing just now at an impression I had of him...he's become my mentor of sorts, and I find myself often thinking about how he would do or say something. I guess you might think that's pretty silly, that a man of my age would still consider himself to be a student in such things?"
It mattered to him what Livia thought, as it mattered to him how several people thought about him. Having made Nachton his home, and knowing he would be seeing and being with these people for time to come, it was very important that they thought well of him. Of course some he hoped felt much more than just 'well' of him. Grinning at Livia he put her in the category of those he hoped would not only think highly of him, but would think strongly of him.
Bah, Kem...thinking of the man always made Nic think too much period, and again he laughed.
"I will definitely need to introduce you two, if you haven't met already." And enough about Kem, Nic thought. He was walking through a casually lit museum that held beautiful works of art, and he had his arm around such a work of art. That was where he wanted his thoughts.
"So tell me Livia...spinner, weaver, and tapestry maker...you've just come from Europe...were you planning on staying in Nachton long? And tread carefully with your answer, as it will effect me greatly."
Having carried her trunk to her suite, Nic knew it had to have sufficient clothing to carry the pretty lady through an indefinite period of time, unless it had been full of her work instead. He certainly hoped his first idea had been right though.
"Yes I would like that...I definitely need a breather from all the gloom." His smile was engaging, and his hand remained at her waist as he turned her towards the hallway that would lead them away.
As they made their new path, Nic noticed that Livia's skin beneath her dress felt warm, and for a brief moment wondered how it would feel pressed against his own, slightly cooler flesh. Before his thoughts got totally out of hand, he began talking again. He really was trying to be, what he imagined Kem would feel was, good, and that he still referenced his pal in such things made him laugh quietly. He looked to Livia and wondered if she had heard him.
"I was wondering, since you've been to Nachton before, do you know Kem?" While Nic knew the man's last name, he still wasn't quite sure if he pronounced it correctly, and since 'Kem' was a name like Cher, or Madonna, or Bono, he didn't think it would be necessary anyway.
"I only ask because I was laughing just now at an impression I had of him...he's become my mentor of sorts, and I find myself often thinking about how he would do or say something. I guess you might think that's pretty silly, that a man of my age would still consider himself to be a student in such things?"
It mattered to him what Livia thought, as it mattered to him how several people thought about him. Having made Nachton his home, and knowing he would be seeing and being with these people for time to come, it was very important that they thought well of him. Of course some he hoped felt much more than just 'well' of him. Grinning at Livia he put her in the category of those he hoped would not only think highly of him, but would think strongly of him.
Bah, Kem...thinking of the man always made Nic think too much period, and again he laughed.
"I will definitely need to introduce you two, if you haven't met already." And enough about Kem, Nic thought. He was walking through a casually lit museum that held beautiful works of art, and he had his arm around such a work of art. That was where he wanted his thoughts.
"So tell me Livia...spinner, weaver, and tapestry maker...you've just come from Europe...were you planning on staying in Nachton long? And tread carefully with your answer, as it will effect me greatly."
Having carried her trunk to her suite, Nic knew it had to have sufficient clothing to carry the pretty lady through an indefinite period of time, unless it had been full of her work instead. He certainly hoped his first idea had been right though.
Livia
17 years ago
"Thank you Chryseis. All your hard work is greatly appreciated." Livia smiled as the other woman left them, probably to take care of her curator duties. Stopping to chat briefly was good, spending hours with one or two patrons was not so good.
Happily she walked beside Nic as he directed them to the Italian wing. He seemed to perk up immediately as they escaped the dark exhibit, even laughing slightly. While she was glad to see his good mood was not inhibitedby the grisley scenes it would take her some time to find that serene place again. Probably by the time they found the beautiful Florence artists.
At his comments she arched a brow in indulgent question while she tried to recall a Kem. "The only Kem I know is the recluse in the Archives. While I have spoken to him briefly once or twice I do not know him well. You say he is your Mentor? Astonishing! The man barely spoke to me when I went with a request."
Livia was now sure that Nic had a very special gift with people. He seemed to draw out even the most secluded of personalities. How astonishing. Her head boggled at his comments and skill even as he changed the subject to herself. That must be it, he made everything he did while in her presence seem to be all about her. The attention was flattering and she could not help but respond.
"Oh, my travel is over for now. I should be good to stay in Nachton for a decade or two. After that though I plan to take a long vacation in Australia and New Zealand. They have good sheep there."
Blushing slightly at her last comment she hoped he would not tease her for her love of sheep. So many men had not understood her affection for the creatures but they were her livelyhood and the one constant in her life for centuries. She would not have survived this life without the selfless giving of her sheep when she was turned. While she now procured human blood in bags she still recalled the hundreds of years she survived only by the blood from her four legged friends. Quickly changing the subject she quiried Nic.
"And you? If you dont mind my asking. What brought you to Nachton and how long do you plan on staying in the city?"
Happily she walked beside Nic as he directed them to the Italian wing. He seemed to perk up immediately as they escaped the dark exhibit, even laughing slightly. While she was glad to see his good mood was not inhibitedby the grisley scenes it would take her some time to find that serene place again. Probably by the time they found the beautiful Florence artists.
At his comments she arched a brow in indulgent question while she tried to recall a Kem. "The only Kem I know is the recluse in the Archives. While I have spoken to him briefly once or twice I do not know him well. You say he is your Mentor? Astonishing! The man barely spoke to me when I went with a request."
Livia was now sure that Nic had a very special gift with people. He seemed to draw out even the most secluded of personalities. How astonishing. Her head boggled at his comments and skill even as he changed the subject to herself. That must be it, he made everything he did while in her presence seem to be all about her. The attention was flattering and she could not help but respond.
"Oh, my travel is over for now. I should be good to stay in Nachton for a decade or two. After that though I plan to take a long vacation in Australia and New Zealand. They have good sheep there."
Blushing slightly at her last comment she hoped he would not tease her for her love of sheep. So many men had not understood her affection for the creatures but they were her livelyhood and the one constant in her life for centuries. She would not have survived this life without the selfless giving of her sheep when she was turned. While she now procured human blood in bags she still recalled the hundreds of years she survived only by the blood from her four legged friends. Quickly changing the subject she quiried Nic.
"And you? If you dont mind my asking. What brought you to Nachton and how long do you plan on staying in the city?"
Nicholae
17 years ago
Of all the women he'd met, since arriving in Nachton, Livia seemed the most down to earth, and comfortable for Nic to relate to.
When he was with Maeve, he felt like she was too afraid of something, and therefore seemed to be standing behind a wall, as if she were protecting herself from him, or something anyway.
Alex had seemed to be the opposite, and was almost too open...not holding back anything, but sharing almost too much, too soon. Nic wasn't sure that they hadn't burned out before they had barely ignited.
Val was a close second, but even with Val Nic felt there would be some more armor to cut through before he would see the real woman.
With Livia though, he felt like what he saw was what she was, and he not only appreciated it, but found it both refreshing and intriguing. She didn't seem to have a need to skate around things, but responded candidly and as far as he could tell, honestly.
"That would be Kem, alright." Nic laughed a her assessment of Kem's lack of verbalizing. "He's not the chattiest of guys; however, he was forced to take me under his wing when I first arrived in Nachton, and that may be one reason why he chose to talk to me. Not that he's been overly verbose with me either, but we've had some interesting conversations. I'll make a point of reintroducing you when I can find out where the old reprobate has been hiding himself."
And he left it at that, hoping he really would run into his friend again soon.
Whether it was because they were talking, and not really paying that much attention, or that the walk was just a short one, they arrived at the renaissance area quickly and Nic steered Livia to the piece they had been discussing. Smiling he looked at the lovely lady depicted on the wall, then to Livia again, and was sure he saw some similarity. However, he couldn't very easily press the matter, without implying she was older than he suspected her to be. He was, after all, a gentleman.
"Sheep?" A bit obtuse, Nic didn't get the connection, so his question wasn't tinged with any sarcasm.
"Australia is one place I've yet to see, though I fancy I'd like to visit Sydney someday."
And that was truthful. Nic enjoyed traveling, and seeing anyplace new. His response wasn't said just to connect them in that thought.
"I spent a great deal of the thirties, forties, and fifties in California, but then moved back to Europe. Once I got my business running in a way that I could take care of even major things by phone, I decided to come back to the states and see what the east coast was like. That, and I thought it might be a good time to get in touch with the Evenhets. I've never been much of a 'clan' person. It was always simpler to lead a more lone nomadic existence. I guess after a few hundred years though, I've grown tired of traveling, and even more of waking up to the sound of just my voice."
He didn't go on to confide that these were all somewhat new discoveries for him. Anyone who had lived over three hundred years should have a much better grasp of their life by now, and Nic wasn't big on being thought the fool any longer. It was very important to him to rectify his earlier screw ups in Nachton.
When he was with Maeve, he felt like she was too afraid of something, and therefore seemed to be standing behind a wall, as if she were protecting herself from him, or something anyway.
Alex had seemed to be the opposite, and was almost too open...not holding back anything, but sharing almost too much, too soon. Nic wasn't sure that they hadn't burned out before they had barely ignited.
Val was a close second, but even with Val Nic felt there would be some more armor to cut through before he would see the real woman.
With Livia though, he felt like what he saw was what she was, and he not only appreciated it, but found it both refreshing and intriguing. She didn't seem to have a need to skate around things, but responded candidly and as far as he could tell, honestly.
"That would be Kem, alright." Nic laughed a her assessment of Kem's lack of verbalizing. "He's not the chattiest of guys; however, he was forced to take me under his wing when I first arrived in Nachton, and that may be one reason why he chose to talk to me. Not that he's been overly verbose with me either, but we've had some interesting conversations. I'll make a point of reintroducing you when I can find out where the old reprobate has been hiding himself."
And he left it at that, hoping he really would run into his friend again soon.
Whether it was because they were talking, and not really paying that much attention, or that the walk was just a short one, they arrived at the renaissance area quickly and Nic steered Livia to the piece they had been discussing. Smiling he looked at the lovely lady depicted on the wall, then to Livia again, and was sure he saw some similarity. However, he couldn't very easily press the matter, without implying she was older than he suspected her to be. He was, after all, a gentleman.
"Sheep?" A bit obtuse, Nic didn't get the connection, so his question wasn't tinged with any sarcasm.
"Australia is one place I've yet to see, though I fancy I'd like to visit Sydney someday."
And that was truthful. Nic enjoyed traveling, and seeing anyplace new. His response wasn't said just to connect them in that thought.
"I spent a great deal of the thirties, forties, and fifties in California, but then moved back to Europe. Once I got my business running in a way that I could take care of even major things by phone, I decided to come back to the states and see what the east coast was like. That, and I thought it might be a good time to get in touch with the Evenhets. I've never been much of a 'clan' person. It was always simpler to lead a more lone nomadic existence. I guess after a few hundred years though, I've grown tired of traveling, and even more of waking up to the sound of just my voice."
He didn't go on to confide that these were all somewhat new discoveries for him. Anyone who had lived over three hundred years should have a much better grasp of their life by now, and Nic wasn't big on being thought the fool any longer. It was very important to him to rectify his earlier screw ups in Nachton.
Livia
17 years ago
As they stopped in front of the painting, Livia sighed in joy at the beauty. The works of the Rennisance never failed to inspire her with their beauty. In a reverent whisper she could only reminice slightly while touting its magnificence.
"Its as beautiful today as when it was freshly painted. Such stunning work and no need for her to be abused by Il Braghettone"
With a serene smile she restrained a giggle at Nic's talks of Kem and confused question about sheep. Her eyes sparkled as she tried to clue him in slightly.
"Wool comes from sheep. My thread and yarn is spun from wool. I make tapestries from the thread and yarn. So yes, I like sheep. They are probably the animal I most identify with. So giving and happy to simply be alive. Pleased with abundant food and friends."
At his comments of decades she frowned slightly then realized just what century he was talking about. With a playful hand she patted his arm.
"Why Nic, I hadn't realized you were a hogget!" Calling him a yearling was probably going a bit far but she found his youth, if he was in fact only a hundred, to be quite a fun fact and could not resist joking lightly. All joking aside she nodded in understanding. Living so long could get so lonely.
"It is so nice to have the clan as part of our lives. To be able to make and keep friends for centuries instead of decades is such a blessing. While I take my trips and explore the world, I always find myself more at home in the arms of the clan. I am glad you are here with family Nic."
"Its as beautiful today as when it was freshly painted. Such stunning work and no need for her to be abused by Il Braghettone"
With a serene smile she restrained a giggle at Nic's talks of Kem and confused question about sheep. Her eyes sparkled as she tried to clue him in slightly.
"Wool comes from sheep. My thread and yarn is spun from wool. I make tapestries from the thread and yarn. So yes, I like sheep. They are probably the animal I most identify with. So giving and happy to simply be alive. Pleased with abundant food and friends."
At his comments of decades she frowned slightly then realized just what century he was talking about. With a playful hand she patted his arm.
"Why Nic, I hadn't realized you were a hogget!" Calling him a yearling was probably going a bit far but she found his youth, if he was in fact only a hundred, to be quite a fun fact and could not resist joking lightly. All joking aside she nodded in understanding. Living so long could get so lonely.
"It is so nice to have the clan as part of our lives. To be able to make and keep friends for centuries instead of decades is such a blessing. While I take my trips and explore the world, I always find myself more at home in the arms of the clan. I am glad you are here with family Nic."
Nicholae
17 years ago
Nic wasn't aware of who 'Il Braghettone' was, or why he would want to abuse such a lovely work of art, and asked Livia to explain.
"Sorry? Who is Il Braghettone, and what is their connection to Michelangelo? I'm not really into the history of the artists. I just like the pictures."
He teased a little, but hoped she knew that. And yet he really didn't know what she was referring to, having his knowledge of artists limited to one or two of his favorites only. At least outside of their actual work.
"My study of art is very limited beyond the pieces I am really enamoured of. I never really cared why an artist created what they did, only that they did, and left it for us to enjoy."
Heel of palm to hand, Nic should have guessed Livia's fondness for sheep had something to do with her trade.
"Ok...that makes all the sense in the world. Sometimes logic escapes me." He chuckled at his own ineptitude. That kind of self deprecation was something Nic had no problem coming forth with. But she again stumped him with her mention of 'hogget'. However, this time he just couldn't ask her to explain. He was feeling a little bit less than admirable at the moment, and didn't think he should bring up anything else she might see as a weakness in him. The way she used the term 'hogget', made him think he 'should' know what it meant. He'd check with Kem later and find out for sure, but for now he'd just laugh it off.
Glad when the subject was changed, he nodded in agreement with her description of the clan, even if it was a relatively new feeling for him.
"I am starting to feel part of a family, it's true, and it's something I really haven't felt in a very long time. However, I hope you don't mind if I don't call you sister." Giving her a quick wink, Nic moved with her towards the next painting. He wanted to know more about her though, instead of the artwork, and asked about her livelihood.
"These tapestries you weave...do you ever take on custom requests? The reason I ask is because someone told me I really needed to do some decorating...I've lived in the Towers now for close to a year, and haven't hung one picture." Shrugging, he remained smiling. While he could probably live there at Liefde quite contentedly without buying anything for his place, he could see where it might make guest more comfortable to see a few personal things around.
Besides that, he was intrigued by Livia, and curious to see her work.
"Sorry? Who is Il Braghettone, and what is their connection to Michelangelo? I'm not really into the history of the artists. I just like the pictures."
He teased a little, but hoped she knew that. And yet he really didn't know what she was referring to, having his knowledge of artists limited to one or two of his favorites only. At least outside of their actual work.
"My study of art is very limited beyond the pieces I am really enamoured of. I never really cared why an artist created what they did, only that they did, and left it for us to enjoy."
Heel of palm to hand, Nic should have guessed Livia's fondness for sheep had something to do with her trade.
"Ok...that makes all the sense in the world. Sometimes logic escapes me." He chuckled at his own ineptitude. That kind of self deprecation was something Nic had no problem coming forth with. But she again stumped him with her mention of 'hogget'. However, this time he just couldn't ask her to explain. He was feeling a little bit less than admirable at the moment, and didn't think he should bring up anything else she might see as a weakness in him. The way she used the term 'hogget', made him think he 'should' know what it meant. He'd check with Kem later and find out for sure, but for now he'd just laugh it off.
Glad when the subject was changed, he nodded in agreement with her description of the clan, even if it was a relatively new feeling for him.
"I am starting to feel part of a family, it's true, and it's something I really haven't felt in a very long time. However, I hope you don't mind if I don't call you sister." Giving her a quick wink, Nic moved with her towards the next painting. He wanted to know more about her though, instead of the artwork, and asked about her livelihood.
"These tapestries you weave...do you ever take on custom requests? The reason I ask is because someone told me I really needed to do some decorating...I've lived in the Towers now for close to a year, and haven't hung one picture." Shrugging, he remained smiling. While he could probably live there at Liefde quite contentedly without buying anything for his place, he could see where it might make guest more comfortable to see a few personal things around.
Besides that, he was intrigued by Livia, and curious to see her work.
Livia
17 years ago
"Il Braghettone is a derogatory name for the artist Volterra who painted loincloths and clothing upon Michelangelo's work in the Sistine Chapel. The original was beautiful but conservative humans and shallow minded Pope turned the naked forms into something illict and an insult to a house of God. Since God made us, I think he knows what a naked human looks like."
Shaking her head Livia sighed at the shortsighted humans. They could not enjoy the art for the art's sake. Of course she just did that herself so she should not be feeling this way. Her mind rationalized that because the chapel showed scenes of beauty it should be allowed rather than the death and gore depicted in the exhibt behind them. With a self depreciating smile she shrugged her shoulders.
"Unless one is a weaver its not unheard of to not know. I should not have called you a yearling either. But your description of the last century struck me as funny and my mouth ran with it before I could censor myself. My apologies"
Pleased that this very nice man was comfortable in the clan and feeling at home. She was begining to think of him as a friend and she liked to see her friends happy and well. Since the later should be a given, the former was her concern, but Nic had things well in hand. Livia was sure he had made many friends in his stay here in Nachton, with his skill in drawing people out it should be easy for him. His wink made a sligh blush appear on her creamy cheeks briefly. No, she did not think of him as a sibling.
They stopped in front of a Raphael's Sistine Madonna and she marvelled at its beuty for a moment. Slightly startled by his question she shook herself lightly, to have her work spoken of in her current art induced joyus mood was gratifying.
"I have dozens of completed tapestries currently, ranging in age from 600 years old to 2. If you would like to look at them that would be lovely and I could possibly create one for you if you wish. Though I think you should deocorate to make you happy, no one else. Visitors dont live there, you do. A home should suit the resident, not guests."
Blushing slightly at her forward comment she quickly smiled. "Just my opinion of course."
Shaking her head Livia sighed at the shortsighted humans. They could not enjoy the art for the art's sake. Of course she just did that herself so she should not be feeling this way. Her mind rationalized that because the chapel showed scenes of beauty it should be allowed rather than the death and gore depicted in the exhibt behind them. With a self depreciating smile she shrugged her shoulders.
"Unless one is a weaver its not unheard of to not know. I should not have called you a yearling either. But your description of the last century struck me as funny and my mouth ran with it before I could censor myself. My apologies"
Pleased that this very nice man was comfortable in the clan and feeling at home. She was begining to think of him as a friend and she liked to see her friends happy and well. Since the later should be a given, the former was her concern, but Nic had things well in hand. Livia was sure he had made many friends in his stay here in Nachton, with his skill in drawing people out it should be easy for him. His wink made a sligh blush appear on her creamy cheeks briefly. No, she did not think of him as a sibling.
They stopped in front of a Raphael's Sistine Madonna and she marvelled at its beuty for a moment. Slightly startled by his question she shook herself lightly, to have her work spoken of in her current art induced joyus mood was gratifying.
"I have dozens of completed tapestries currently, ranging in age from 600 years old to 2. If you would like to look at them that would be lovely and I could possibly create one for you if you wish. Though I think you should deocorate to make you happy, no one else. Visitors dont live there, you do. A home should suit the resident, not guests."
Blushing slightly at her forward comment she quickly smiled. "Just my opinion of course."
Nicholae
17 years ago
He was glad he'd never heard of the man who would defile Michelangelo's work in anyway.
"That's incredible, that someone would have such gall to deface someone else's visions for any reason. That people encouraged it is even more astounding. For as long as I exist, I guess there will always be something that will make me wonder about people. Sadly I must say that wonder is usually caused by something horrendous. However, what keeps me sane must be the other wonders...such as the beauty it nature..."
Nic grinned and chucked Livia under the chin, with an almost imperceptible touch of his knuckle. She was a very good example of the loveliness nature could create. Before his thoughts began to lead him down a path he now felt was too early to travel, he looked at the painting he faced.
The details of her comment led him to believe the term 'hogget' must refer to a younger person, and he laughed as he turned back towards her.
"No need to apologize. I've accepted the fact that I give off an energy of youth, as well as inexperience, yet while that's not altogether true, I do have a ways to go before I will have 'grown up' completely. I'm enjoying the trip though, and the people I meet along the way have done a remarkable job of making that trip all the more exciting."
He was very glad to see her blush, when he revealed he wouldn't be looking at her as a sister. He hoped that small breech in her composure indicated she was looking at him in a way unlike a brother.
"Besides, I'm fairly certain you can't be 'that' much older than me...if at all. I was born in 1630 anno domini, Bucharest, Walachia, specifically. But you know they say women mature faster then men."
Again he winked, feeling exceptionally lighthearted at the moment. Whether it was caused by Livia, or the change in atmosphere from their earlier musings of death and destruction, Nic wasn't sure. But it was turning into a more than just nice, night.
"Sometime after you've grown to know me better, and are trapped within my spell, I'll tell you about my dismal entrance into Nachton society. It's not a pretty tale, but one I feel I owe in good conscious."
"That's incredible, that someone would have such gall to deface someone else's visions for any reason. That people encouraged it is even more astounding. For as long as I exist, I guess there will always be something that will make me wonder about people. Sadly I must say that wonder is usually caused by something horrendous. However, what keeps me sane must be the other wonders...such as the beauty it nature..."
Nic grinned and chucked Livia under the chin, with an almost imperceptible touch of his knuckle. She was a very good example of the loveliness nature could create. Before his thoughts began to lead him down a path he now felt was too early to travel, he looked at the painting he faced.
The details of her comment led him to believe the term 'hogget' must refer to a younger person, and he laughed as he turned back towards her.
"No need to apologize. I've accepted the fact that I give off an energy of youth, as well as inexperience, yet while that's not altogether true, I do have a ways to go before I will have 'grown up' completely. I'm enjoying the trip though, and the people I meet along the way have done a remarkable job of making that trip all the more exciting."
He was very glad to see her blush, when he revealed he wouldn't be looking at her as a sister. He hoped that small breech in her composure indicated she was looking at him in a way unlike a brother.
"Besides, I'm fairly certain you can't be 'that' much older than me...if at all. I was born in 1630 anno domini, Bucharest, Walachia, specifically. But you know they say women mature faster then men."
Again he winked, feeling exceptionally lighthearted at the moment. Whether it was caused by Livia, or the change in atmosphere from their earlier musings of death and destruction, Nic wasn't sure. But it was turning into a more than just nice, night.
"Sometime after you've grown to know me better, and are trapped within my spell, I'll tell you about my dismal entrance into Nachton society. It's not a pretty tale, but one I feel I owe in good conscious."
Livia
17 years ago
As she felt the same way about the defacement she could only nod in agreement. The light tap under her chin was enough to make her think that perhaps he felt she was pretty but he turned away. Perhaps she was just mistaking it for friendliness, which was really enough for her right now.
The topic turned to age and she almost burst out laughing at his birth year. With a wide grin she listened as he stated the vital facts of his birth. Since they were entirely alone in this room she felt comfortable sharing hers as well.
"I am actually only two centuries older, almost exactly even. Florence, Italy 1431. Which would explain my bias towards the artwork around us."
The next painting was a Botichelli and beautiful as always. These artist never failed to inspire her in her life and art. Why surround yourself with grim darkness when you could be much happier with beautiful life.
"I too made a few mistakes upon arriving in Nachton over 30 years ago. It happens."
Her mood was please and content with the beauty around her. Turning towards Nic she tilted her head slightly and looked at his boyish features.
"Would you be interested in getting some coffee with me? I think my grim mood has passed thanks to the wonderful works here, thank you. It would be a tiny repayment for lifting my spirits."
The topic turned to age and she almost burst out laughing at his birth year. With a wide grin she listened as he stated the vital facts of his birth. Since they were entirely alone in this room she felt comfortable sharing hers as well.
"I am actually only two centuries older, almost exactly even. Florence, Italy 1431. Which would explain my bias towards the artwork around us."
The next painting was a Botichelli and beautiful as always. These artist never failed to inspire her in her life and art. Why surround yourself with grim darkness when you could be much happier with beautiful life.
"I too made a few mistakes upon arriving in Nachton over 30 years ago. It happens."
Her mood was please and content with the beauty around her. Turning towards Nic she tilted her head slightly and looked at his boyish features.
"Would you be interested in getting some coffee with me? I think my grim mood has passed thanks to the wonderful works here, thank you. It would be a tiny repayment for lifting my spirits."
Nicholae
17 years ago
At her suggestion of coffee, Nic nodded, cocked his arm towards her, to take, and smiled.
"Coffee would be very nice. I have had my fill of the museum for the night, and had no desire to go home yet. I don't sleep much, you see, and any time I have such a delightful offer to do something else, I jump on it...the offer I mean."
He was flirting, without doubt, but he was also making a valiant effort not to be too overboard about it. It just wasn't in Nic's nature to let such opportunities pass by, when in the company of a beautiful woman.
"Maybe we can compare foibles, if it wouldn't cause you much distress. In any case, I'm glad I could help erase a bit of that gloom, in a round about way." It wasn't really anything he did to accomplish that, other than showing Livia where she could see things more to her liking.
"I do need to be clear though...you owe me nothing for any part I played there. I have enjoyed this little 'breather' just as much I'm sure."
Waiting for her to take his arm, Nic then started back down the hallway from where they had come originally.
"Any place in particular you'd like to go? I know of a couple pubs that are open late, as well as a nice outdoor cafe?"
"Coffee would be very nice. I have had my fill of the museum for the night, and had no desire to go home yet. I don't sleep much, you see, and any time I have such a delightful offer to do something else, I jump on it...the offer I mean."
He was flirting, without doubt, but he was also making a valiant effort not to be too overboard about it. It just wasn't in Nic's nature to let such opportunities pass by, when in the company of a beautiful woman.
"Maybe we can compare foibles, if it wouldn't cause you much distress. In any case, I'm glad I could help erase a bit of that gloom, in a round about way." It wasn't really anything he did to accomplish that, other than showing Livia where she could see things more to her liking.
"I do need to be clear though...you owe me nothing for any part I played there. I have enjoyed this little 'breather' just as much I'm sure."
Waiting for her to take his arm, Nic then started back down the hallway from where they had come originally.
"Any place in particular you'd like to go? I know of a couple pubs that are open late, as well as a nice outdoor cafe?"
Livia
17 years ago
With a light and airy laugh she accepted his arm. How sweet was he to flirt with her so shamelessly. Livia had always appreciated a man who could make his companion feel like the most important woman in the world. As they began to walk to the exit she questioned him slightly.
"Not much of a sleeper! Really? I myself sleep dead to the world for 20 hours a day if I am not careful. Hence the coffee."
Patting his arm slightly she did know how hard it could be to settle down in a new place after making a few mistakes. She had done that herself many times in the past centuries, once she even had to move because of it. Thinking of that instance made her realize a very important thing.
"After a few years or decades I am sure you will look back on what minor errors or social faux pas with good humor. I certainly do. We have all the time in the world to get used to our quirks."
Upon finding the exit she contemplated where she remembered had great coffee. She had too many places in her head and was unsure just what city they were each in.
"I know that fabulous Italian food is found at Enzo's but beyond that, I fear I cannot recall one coffee place by name. There was a charming french type bristo that stocked gourmet coffees and teas. Please lead on Nic. Rather than this be repayment this can be a meeting of like minded friends then. Oh, I took a taxi here but I am sure we can find another one easy enough unless you dont mind driving."
"Not much of a sleeper! Really? I myself sleep dead to the world for 20 hours a day if I am not careful. Hence the coffee."
Patting his arm slightly she did know how hard it could be to settle down in a new place after making a few mistakes. She had done that herself many times in the past centuries, once she even had to move because of it. Thinking of that instance made her realize a very important thing.
"After a few years or decades I am sure you will look back on what minor errors or social faux pas with good humor. I certainly do. We have all the time in the world to get used to our quirks."
Upon finding the exit she contemplated where she remembered had great coffee. She had too many places in her head and was unsure just what city they were each in.
"I know that fabulous Italian food is found at Enzo's but beyond that, I fear I cannot recall one coffee place by name. There was a charming french type bristo that stocked gourmet coffees and teas. Please lead on Nic. Rather than this be repayment this can be a meeting of like minded friends then. Oh, I took a taxi here but I am sure we can find another one easy enough unless you dont mind driving."
Nicholae
17 years ago
"I've been known to get by on two or three hours sleep for weeks on end, but normally I'm good for four, maybe. Back in my Hollywood days I had to find a way to work during the day...they only shoot so much in the evening. Luckily back then about 80% of all movies were shot on sound stages, which, by nature were windowless, so it all worked out.
Even before that though, I can't remember every sleeping much." Nic shrugged at the thought of something he'd lived with for so long it had become as normal to his way of life as feeding.
"Maybe if it was a result of drinking too much coffee, I'd quit, but that has no effect at all really."
Livia seemed so accepting of Nic, yet he really couldn't believe anything she might have done in the past would compare to his indiscretions. It was nice of her to say so though, and try to make him feel less inept. He could only hope when she heard the whole story she'd continue to feel that way.
"I hope you're right, but its bound to be uncomfortable while I wait for these centuries to pass. I guess that's my lot though, and if that's as bad as it gets I'll consider myself very lucky." Those words were not an understatement either. Nic still appreciated the fact that he had escaped the wrath that was Ellis, and couldn't suppress a laugh at the thought.
He recalled seeing a place he guessed could be considered a 'bistro', that he'd driven by a few times, and thought she might like it. But when she brought up transportation, Nic had to step back a bit and reassess her dress.
"Yes, I think a cab is required. I rode my bike, but see that's out of the question. Not that I mind a cab, or think my bike won't be safe...a very reliable looking chap has it under guard. One day you'll have to take a ride with me though. Getting reacquainted with Nachton is best done on the back of a bike...much more personal." Having her on the back of his bike, her dress hiked up to her navel, was an image Nic was digging, but he was much too much of a gentleman to even hint at such a thing. No...one day he'd feel her pressed up against his back, holding him tight...he could wait.
As they departed the museum Nic gave a high pitched, very loud whistle at the sight of a cab not more than a block down the street. The cabbie made a beeline for the pair, and Nic held the door open for Livia once the vehicle stopped.
Nic gave directions to the driver, and apologized for not knowing the name of the little coffee cafe. The driver seemed to know the place though, and soon spirited Livia and Nic a couple miles away. When they got to the small establishment, Nic paid the driver, held the door open, and his hand to Livia.
"Here we are...'Café de ville'"
Even before that though, I can't remember every sleeping much." Nic shrugged at the thought of something he'd lived with for so long it had become as normal to his way of life as feeding.
"Maybe if it was a result of drinking too much coffee, I'd quit, but that has no effect at all really."
Livia seemed so accepting of Nic, yet he really couldn't believe anything she might have done in the past would compare to his indiscretions. It was nice of her to say so though, and try to make him feel less inept. He could only hope when she heard the whole story she'd continue to feel that way.
"I hope you're right, but its bound to be uncomfortable while I wait for these centuries to pass. I guess that's my lot though, and if that's as bad as it gets I'll consider myself very lucky." Those words were not an understatement either. Nic still appreciated the fact that he had escaped the wrath that was Ellis, and couldn't suppress a laugh at the thought.
He recalled seeing a place he guessed could be considered a 'bistro', that he'd driven by a few times, and thought she might like it. But when she brought up transportation, Nic had to step back a bit and reassess her dress.
"Yes, I think a cab is required. I rode my bike, but see that's out of the question. Not that I mind a cab, or think my bike won't be safe...a very reliable looking chap has it under guard. One day you'll have to take a ride with me though. Getting reacquainted with Nachton is best done on the back of a bike...much more personal." Having her on the back of his bike, her dress hiked up to her navel, was an image Nic was digging, but he was much too much of a gentleman to even hint at such a thing. No...one day he'd feel her pressed up against his back, holding him tight...he could wait.
As they departed the museum Nic gave a high pitched, very loud whistle at the sight of a cab not more than a block down the street. The cabbie made a beeline for the pair, and Nic held the door open for Livia once the vehicle stopped.
Nic gave directions to the driver, and apologized for not knowing the name of the little coffee cafe. The driver seemed to know the place though, and soon spirited Livia and Nic a couple miles away. When they got to the small establishment, Nic paid the driver, held the door open, and his hand to Livia.
"Here we are...'Café de ville'"
Livia
17 years ago
"A motorbike? Really?" Livia was torn between intrigue and fear. To be in a car surrounded by metal was one thing when hurtling so quickly, but to ride one of those two wheeled things with nothing protecting you from the dangers. She had never been too fond of horses, prefering always to walk or ride in a carriage nor had she ever been on a 'bike'. Nic was quite the risk taker to ride one of those things.
"Yes, I do believe a cab is our best bet."
The gentleman in Nic shown through clearly as he held the door to the taxi open and assisted her on entering. The ride was swift and as she was mindful of their human driver she did not speak much, simply watched as the scenery passed. It was all familiar yet different. New shops replaced old and a small park was now a rather sterile looking building but what she recalled as a vacant lot now looked like a small neighborhood park with benches and green grass. The trip ended and once again her gallant gentleman held the door open for her. Placing her hand upon his arm they made their way to the cafe.
((with permission Nic & Livia out to Café de ville in the Strip. Thank you for the event!))
"Yes, I do believe a cab is our best bet."
The gentleman in Nic shown through clearly as he held the door to the taxi open and assisted her on entering. The ride was swift and as she was mindful of their human driver she did not speak much, simply watched as the scenery passed. It was all familiar yet different. New shops replaced old and a small park was now a rather sterile looking building but what she recalled as a vacant lot now looked like a small neighborhood park with benches and green grass. The trip ended and once again her gallant gentleman held the door open for her. Placing her hand upon his arm they made their way to the cafe.
((with permission Nic & Livia out to Café de ville in the Strip. Thank you for the event!))