[PRP] Times are changing (Isocrates & Demeter)

[ktqueen]

News typically trickled down the grapevine sooner or later, but this time the floodgates had opened. Changes were abound. New Disciples were cropping up, changed in hierarchy, and most of all there were new gods of vampires. One being Grendel, suddenly taking Caine's place, and there was another taking over for the clanless vampires now.

Isocrates wasn't entirely sure how he felt about the change in command. He had little say or sway over important matters and typically kept his head down. Except when trouble came knocking to where ever he happened to be. All of his buddies knew that Iso was a good vamp to have in a pinch, but the blue haired male tried to keep out of fights these days. Never knew if someone you were going to piss off would suddenly have more power than you could think of the next day.

He had picked up some new details regarding some of the clans making changes that night. Daylight wasn't too far off so he was headed home. Trudging in the darkness with his shoulders slightly hunched, making sure his long legs kept him moving within a reasonable mortal speed despite wanting to just get home already. A few last turns, then he was pushing into the small place he called home along with his mate.

"Demeter?" Isocrates called out into the house as soon as the front door shut. He had a feeling she'd want to learn a few of the details he had picked up that day and he wanted to check on her. The speed of the changes was enough to disgruntle him, but Demeter? It was likely weighing harder on her mind. Better to keep an eye on her to help her, at least for now.

Doximoron

 

[Potandie]

Isocrates did not have the luxury of having an open book, wearing-your-heart-on-your-sleeve sort of woman in his life. Demeter lived in her own head more often than not and it was a wonder to this day how she had managed to even build a relationship to the point of living together and having some sense of... normalcy. She was anything but normal. A Daughter of Caine, a mere copy of Kindred. She had her sisters were created with little purpose at all, a whim of their 'father', whom she hoped to have the opportunity of spitting upon his 'grave' someday.

The vampire had been created and abandoned just as abruptly as she had come into existence. No purpose, no meaning, no understanding as to why she were even brought to exist. She could hardly even grasp what she was and yet was foisted out into the world and expected to make it on her own. Although it was not something she expressed often, as she seemed to struggle to express her thoughts and emotions out loud, if it had not been for Isocrates she would not even be alive. He was a feisty man that did not shy away from a brawl but he was patient with her and had taught her the knowledge she lacked.

Despite the hardships that having her has as a partner undoubtedly brought him -- a thing she often thought in her mind, what a burden she must have been all this time -- the vampire had taken the time to learn her and understand her. He was absolutely right in his thinking that these changes were weighing on her heavily. The anxiety it brought on was suffocating. Demeter was honestly trying her hardest to control it, to bring her feelings down to a tolerable level, but she had just begun to thrive and feel as if she were capable of carving out a nice little spot in the world for herself.

Now? Caine was gone and as thankful as she was for that, she did not know what it would mean for a Daughter of Caine. She had no loyalty to her creator, in fact her feelings were overwhelmingly negative in that regard, but one still had to wonder what this would mean for herself and her sisters, and even her brothers the Cainite. The pressure of the anxiety had her feeling quite useless, sprawled out on her stomach on a rug in front of the fireplace. The only light in the room was the dim glow cast from the dying fire, shadows dancing from the dancing flames. Her arms were tucked beneath her head and her spiked tendrils were curled around her body like a protective shell.

The vampire lifted her head when she heard the voice of her lover calling out for her, pulling her from her dark thoughts and worries. "Isocrates..." She called out to him eagerly but only loud enough that her voice would reach his ears like a whisper.

ktqueen

 

[ktqueen]

Meeting Demeter had been an odd thing for Isocrates. He really hadn't done much more than live day by day before then. His father had been absent more than present in his life, but things were tough for clanless vampires. It was something Isocrates hadn't begrudged anyone, and he was considered a calmer sort than most. He had done what he needed to in order to survive but Demeter... well, she had been something else entirely.

Isocrates. He heard her well enough and could understand why she was being so quiet. Struggling with the weight of her own thoughts, though Iso wouldn't dare suggest such a thing. The blue haired man had trouble speaking his own thoughts on things like that, so he didn't know what to say when she was struggling with something. Instead, all he could really do was be there for her.

He followed the direction her voice had come from and found his mate quickly enough. She looked just as prickly as she seemed laying in front of the fireplace. Another day, another time, and Isocrates would have greeted the sight of her there in an entirely different manner. This was no romantic moment and it was obvious how dark her thoughts had dipped if her tendrils were reacting as such. Almost like a mood ring, those were. He took another few steps forward, moving slowly so she wouldn't be surprised by him, until he was crouching next to her. "How are you feeling?" He tilted his head to the side, blue hair sliding over one shoulder as he looked at her. Better to ask than assume, but he was watching her carefully all the same.

Doximoron