1x1 Silent Symphony & Of the Falls

[Veins Of Opal]

Lucien gave a shrug, brushing his loose hair away from his bare chest. "Vicente likes to.. well, act human, I guess. Makes him feel better. I dunno." the assassin shrugged, watching as she put the water on the stove to boil. He grabbed the bottle, taking another swig, the crimson liquid beginning to burn as it slithered down his throat.

Did he care? No.

[Falls]

Sigma glanced up just in time to see Lucien take another swig. "Stop it!" she said, her tone angry and exasperated. Her hair whipped about her face as she turned and stepped forward, reaching to scoot the bottle across the table and away from Lucien. "Drink one more drop and I will bash that bottle over your head. And this time, I won't miss."

[Veins Of Opal]

Lucien cocked a brow, glancing at the bottle, then to her. "And exactly why do you care if I drink?" he questioned, tilting his head. He rubbed his throat as the bite of the alcohol remained, then leaned back, resting his arm on the chair. He didn't particularly care at the moment that he was shirtless, or that his hair was loose. He was in one of his "calmer" moods.

[Falls]

Sigma faltered, caught off guard by the question. A pang in her chest reminded her of the last time she'd heard someone ask her that and she frowned. "Because..." She looked for some sort of answer in her mind as she took the bottle and walked across the kitchen, setting it on the counter. "Because too much alcohol ruins people. And I hate watching people knowingly ruin themselves." Her hand lingered on the bottle as she frowned absently down at it, now plagued by painful memories. "Idiot," she mumbled, verbally venting a small portion of her distress on Lucien.

[Veins Of Opal]

Lucien gave a frown, standing. His bare chest rose and fell as he breathed silently, stepping towards the bottle. He grabbed the cork, placing it on the bottle and putting the wine back into the cabinet. He stood beside Sigma, silent as he looked at her expression. Her little outburst was, most likely, caused by something that had happened in the past. He still had wine on his breath, and the usual scent that lingered around him.

[Falls]

Sigma turned away from Lucien and focused on the pot, spooning three eggs into the boiling water. "Does Vicente eat?" she asked, her voice soft like the calm sea after a storm. Her hand hovered over the carton, unsure of whether to put in more or leave it just at three eggs.

[Veins Of Opal]

"On occasions, yes. I can wake the lout up and ask, if you'd like." Lucien offered boredly, his brown eyes sharp as he glanced at Sigma as she turned away from him. He folded his arms across his chest, strands of his dark hair falling in front of his face.

[Falls]

Sigma shook her head and spooned a fourth egg into the pot. "He can just eat an egg too. Besides, I'm sure he's too polite to refuse anyway." She ran her finger along the rim of the pot, studying the feeling of the not-quite-too-hot metal as it faintly stung her finger and threatened to burn the skin. Then she lifted her hand and turned around, leaning against the counter a step away from the hot stove. "Was he born that way? As a vampire?"

[Veins Of Opal]

Lucien shook his head, flicking his eyes to Sigma. "He was bitten around fourteen, which was a long time ago. I mean, he looks around twenty, but the vampirism slows the aging process. He's probably around... One-hundred years old. You'll have to ask him about it later. Also, he can't go into sunlight without getting a bit... charred." Lucien replied, leaning against the wall. The soft light from the candle flickered across his skin as he stood there, watching Sigma.

[Falls]

Sigma raised her eyebrows in faint surprise. She was capable of much else in her tired stupor. She was still waking up and the shadows under her eyes were bound to remian for the rest of the day until she got a decent sleep. "One hundred years. No wonder he's so mellow. He's seen everything."