Post by *Olivia Aisling on Sept 4, 2009 21:27:42 GMT -5
Olivia's fingers ran through Goetschl's hair. Her eyes scanned his frame which was wrapped tightly in the carefully selected bedding that Aubrey herself had chosen for him to have. He looked so peaceful, so... human. Her almond eyes took in every inch of his face, recognizing every stubble hair the came forth from his unshaven face. He was pale. He was sick. She could smell it. It had been two days since Talena's makeshift surgery on Casimir and since then the human pet to Lady Mayor had fallen ill. He fought back and forth between unconsciousness and consciousness. At some points he became dellusional, thinking Judge and her to be preparing to feast off of him. Neither could do that and not because of their fear of Aubrey. They each held a love for Casimir though in very different ways. Judge loves Casimir cause Aubrey, in her own way, loved him. Was it the passionate love that was over portrayed in moves? No. It was a love that could not be understood but seen. Though Olivia did have her opinions and had come to believe that Aubrey was no longer capable of such emotions. She may have been wrong. Perhaps not. All she knew was the so called love Aubrey had for Casimir was not the hallmark kind.
Olivia, had grown... attached to Casimir. What had drawn her to him, she could not figure out at first but in moments like this, in moments when she saw the complete opposite of what Casimir was, the side that rarely showed itself, she knew. His mysteriousness. The Coven knew all about his adventures. The ridiculously poor Federal Agent who lived in his car or some sleazy motel most nights and only really stayed in the Coven house when Aubrey was wanting his attention. As of late, though, the two had become distant. Was it conflicting schedules? Was Aubrey bored with this pet? No one knew. All they knew was Casimir had returned to is old ways. Judge and she had found him one a few weeks back sleeping on a bench at a bus stop in down town London. Another night, they saw him stealing digging through the trash for food. How poor was he? Only Casimir knew.
It was odd, truly it was. He had a chance to be happy. To experience joy, to eat when he wanted, to sleep in a soft bed and be surrounded by people who would lay their lives down for them and he preferred benches. Most would have been offended by it but that was where Casimirs mysteriousness came into play. He did not want to be a charity case. He did not like accepting things he did not earn. How Aubrey got him to accept this room and the closet full of clothes was mystifying. What hold did he have over her? She should have cast him aside already. What hold did she have over him? She sighed lightly, her figure laying next to his. His face read nothing of the pains he faced daily. Hunger, sleep deprivation. It read of peace. A peace that if Olivia's heart was capable of feeling, would have brought joy to.
Her nostrils flared as she took in more of his scent. The infections were spreading, his temperature was beginning to rise and still... that was not the worst thing he would face. If Casimir woke and if he recovered he would face a new nightmare. Judge had been making calls, being alerted during the rescue of Cas in the woods to an event that took place in Montana, at the Goetschl Ranch. When he got the call back, even Judge could not believe it.
Casimir's parents had been killed.
It was now all over American news channels. Their limbs had been ripped from their bodies, their heads stuck on pitch forks. The home, Casimir's childhood home had been burnt down and all live stock killed. People were claiming it was a cults doing but it was apparent, a hit had been made. They had failed killing Goetschl so they went after his family. So horrific, so repulsive, even to Vampiric standards, no one in the Coven knew how to tell Casimir. Olivia decided she would if Aubrey did not return when he woke. The peace on his face would vanish and the expression of pain he always carried would return.
Pity.
Olivia, had grown... attached to Casimir. What had drawn her to him, she could not figure out at first but in moments like this, in moments when she saw the complete opposite of what Casimir was, the side that rarely showed itself, she knew. His mysteriousness. The Coven knew all about his adventures. The ridiculously poor Federal Agent who lived in his car or some sleazy motel most nights and only really stayed in the Coven house when Aubrey was wanting his attention. As of late, though, the two had become distant. Was it conflicting schedules? Was Aubrey bored with this pet? No one knew. All they knew was Casimir had returned to is old ways. Judge and she had found him one a few weeks back sleeping on a bench at a bus stop in down town London. Another night, they saw him stealing digging through the trash for food. How poor was he? Only Casimir knew.
It was odd, truly it was. He had a chance to be happy. To experience joy, to eat when he wanted, to sleep in a soft bed and be surrounded by people who would lay their lives down for them and he preferred benches. Most would have been offended by it but that was where Casimirs mysteriousness came into play. He did not want to be a charity case. He did not like accepting things he did not earn. How Aubrey got him to accept this room and the closet full of clothes was mystifying. What hold did he have over her? She should have cast him aside already. What hold did she have over him? She sighed lightly, her figure laying next to his. His face read nothing of the pains he faced daily. Hunger, sleep deprivation. It read of peace. A peace that if Olivia's heart was capable of feeling, would have brought joy to.
Her nostrils flared as she took in more of his scent. The infections were spreading, his temperature was beginning to rise and still... that was not the worst thing he would face. If Casimir woke and if he recovered he would face a new nightmare. Judge had been making calls, being alerted during the rescue of Cas in the woods to an event that took place in Montana, at the Goetschl Ranch. When he got the call back, even Judge could not believe it.
Casimir's parents had been killed.
It was now all over American news channels. Their limbs had been ripped from their bodies, their heads stuck on pitch forks. The home, Casimir's childhood home had been burnt down and all live stock killed. People were claiming it was a cults doing but it was apparent, a hit had been made. They had failed killing Goetschl so they went after his family. So horrific, so repulsive, even to Vampiric standards, no one in the Coven knew how to tell Casimir. Olivia decided she would if Aubrey did not return when he woke. The peace on his face would vanish and the expression of pain he always carried would return.
Pity.
