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Post by artistgayle on Jun 2, 2008 0:14:38 GMT -5
(sure no prob I'll get right over there lol)
Ruban smiled and rested his hands lightly on her hips, music was playing in a not so distance apartment building he smiled "Might I have this dance?" he said with a grinning at her, he gently took her hand and lead her into a smooth waltz on the glittering shades of glass while the rain came down, like tiny shooting stars in the night.
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Post by morgan on Jun 2, 2008 6:42:27 GMT -5
Morgan laughed in startled delight. She hadn't been much of a dancer in her mortal life, though she'd loved music. That blurry song in a far away apartment swept them up in this strange place. Her body seemed to move itself easily to the beat, matching Ruban's steps with a feline grace. As they spun she breathed deep, filling her lungs with the rain and the city, and the lovely creature in her arms. Her breath steamed- heated by the human blood that ran in her. The glittering field they danced on became a blur of light and colour, with Ruban the only constant. She grinned at him, lost in the moment. Somehow totally forgetting the events of the night, Shaden and all the rest, it was alright just to be here with him. Eventually the tinny, distant sound of music died, and they slowed to a stop. She took his hand.
"I want to show you something."
With a gentle tug, she lead him out of the gleaming factory, looking back over her shoulder for a second in regret. It would still be there tomorrow night. They walked quickly through the night, flitting through the back streets together until they came to the close to the area where Morgan had lived as a human. A cheap place to live, it was largely government housing. Buildings were huge, brutal and thoroughly dilapidated. Here the streets were still alive, people stood and talked, eyeing them warily as they passed. A weary looking hooker narrowed her eyes and exhaled a long stream of cigarette smoke. Morgan steered them carefully through the streets with a habitual shortcuts and twists. Almost unconsciously avoiding the bad places, the easy ambushes and hidden territories of the desperate. Not that they could be mugged, but she didn't feel like killing anyone else tonight.
The graffiti that had been everywhere, mostly tags, was becoming more complicated and dense as they moved. With a sharp turn into a gap barely wide enough for one person, they squeezed between two brick monoliths and suddenly out. They were in a high, totally empty cul-de-sac, enclosed on three sides by the windowless faces of surrounding buildings. Each wall was covered totally in the saturated colours of spraypaint, but one of them was a mural, totally consistent. Hundreds of people were in it, some of them incredibly detailed portaits, some only the vaguest shadows, and they all ran, leapt or flew or strolled through streets and gardens and houses that was somehow every place in New York at once. It covered the whole expanse of the wall, and crept a little around the corners onto the others as well. It was beautiful. Even the taggers seemed to think so, only a few of them had defaced it, and some people had clearly added their own work around the edges in the hopes of extending it. Their style was dramatically different though, it was clear that most of it was done by one person. Morgan looked at it with the kind of fondness you have for a wayward puppy, then back at Ruban.
"Well?"
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Post by artistgayle on Jun 2, 2008 11:12:24 GMT -5
Ruban was caught off guard he blinked amazed at the mural, never before had he been a fan of that style but something about the mural effected him, he stepped forward closer to it examining every little detail, even as a vampire he could find something interesting to look at, "It's beautiful...I have never seen something like it....who is the artist?" he asked turning his head to look at her now
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Post by morgan on Jun 2, 2008 17:35:50 GMT -5
Morgan grinned at his reaction, obviously pleased. She hadn't had a chance to show Ruban her paintings yet, though in a way she'd been desperate to. He'd shown her his sculptures, after all. In the rain the walls gleamed slick and dark, hiding quite a lot of what she'd done. With sunlight the colours would have come alive, and he felt a sharp pang of sadness at the loss. She'd never see daylight again. Her smile faltered slightly at the thought, but she recovered quickly.
"Me, on this wall. Up to about here-"
She made a cutting motion with her hand somewhere near the edge, where the work changed styles. It ran to more standard graffiti, then finally to hundreds of tags striped over each other. Her eyes glowed with the praise.
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Post by artistgayle on Jun 2, 2008 23:45:56 GMT -5
Ruban smiled and looked at her noticing her frown for a moment he had an idea why she was upset, he looked around the area if there were more lights...he thought. "It's Beautiful...and you did this as a Mortal?...or recently?" he asked a quizical expresson on his face
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Post by morgan on Jun 3, 2008 2:17:21 GMT -5
Morgan looked away from him with the pretext of examining her work. Vampiric sight had changed it, she saw where it was fading in the New York weather, and a few places where people had tagged over it. Still, it was in fairly good condition, and she'd known that it wouldn't last forever, that was part of the appeal. This mural sitting on a canvas in a studio wouldn't be the same. If only she could see it properly... she tried not to let the sadness creep into her voice as she replied.
"Mostly before, although..."
She took a couple of steps to the right and indicated a small figure in a crowd of others. The only one that was looking out of the painting, Ruban's painted eyes gleamed, seeming to watch them both. Neither human nor monster, he was as he was. Just Ruban. A half-smile was on his lips, and with one hand he was holding out a glass vial for the viewer to see. It was filled with blood.
"Here you are, dear sire. Nearly everyone I know is in here somewhere."
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Post by artistgayle on Jun 4, 2008 2:00:55 GMT -5
Ruban arched an eye brow, he looked at the figure curiously then with out realizing it he chuckle "It has been a long time since someone has painted me....and you've done a rather excellent job I must say" he grinned at her, his mind began to wonder for a moment, it had been months since he last did a sculpture, he missed his studio in New Orleans, he missed the Jasmine, and the quiet of nature, New York was just too Noisy for him...also he was to close to his sire, and that made him nervous, she always had the ability to throw him off guard no matter what he did. "Morgan" he said finally "I've been thinking lately" he said looking back at his painting "I wish to return to my estate in New Orleans...you are welcome to come with me...however I do understand if you choose not too..New York is after all your home..." he liked his lips "Whatever your choice I'm proud of you and I know you have the ability to survive on your own...should you wish it"
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Post by morgan on Jun 4, 2008 2:13:54 GMT -5
"I..."
Her voice faltered. New York was her place, she'd grown up less than a mile from where they now stood. Everything was so familiar. Still, this wasn't a death sentence. It wasn't as if she could never come back... and New Orleans was beautiful sometimes. Just as good a place for an artist, if not better. She didn't want to leave Ruban, not really. She looked up into the rain, letting it slide down her pale face.
"I'll come with you."
But not forever. She added, internally.
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