Storm couldn't help but roll his eyes at the message. Of course. He was quickly learning that the way to get Cade to do something was to tell him you wanted the opposite. (Storm supposed that in this way, Cade was similar to some other vampires he'd met, if not slightly more stubborn about it.) And so as much as he wanted to reply, he responded instead by leaning more firmly into the wall and sighing. He pulled a small hip flask from the pocket of his skinny black jeans, tipping a small mouthful of the rich liquid between his lips. It buzzed through his body, a tremor over his skin, and the next sigh that emerged was one of content. Instant gratification, instant relief. Instant sanity.
'It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason,' a brilliant poet once said. 'It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories...' For Storm, they were words that rang truer than he'd ever admit. Revenge was a messy business. Why drive himself insane searching for the one who took everything?
Besides, his new way of life was fun. It was decadent. It was everything he'd missed out on, growing up. When he was high, which was essentially always, he could see the world clearly, and appreciate it for what it was, for its darkness. He could live without wanting to die. It worked for him.
When Cade melted from the shadows, Storm turned, offering him a lopsided smirk. "I'm a withered corpse, Grandpa. What happened to vampires being fast?" His eyes skimmed, appraising. This may have been his first time going to a museum, but he was pretty sure curators didn't normally suit up quite so well.
This time, he was prepared for the 'Monsieur', but it still knocked him off-kilter for just a moment. Having been friendless for over ten years, a student for most of those and a merchant of his own body for the rest, honorific titles were not something with which he was comfortable. Realistically, he wasn't sure he'd ever be entirely comfortable with them. No doubt Cade would see him falter for just that moment, but he brushed it off in the next, shaking his head as he followed the vampire. "I haven't eaten," he replied, and then immediately followed up with: "Do most curators dress like they're going to a wedding?" Getting the attention off him seemed like the better thing for his own sanity - even if he was pretty sure that Cade's curiosity was exactly why he was there in the first place.
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'It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason,' a brilliant poet once said. 'It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories...' For Storm, they were words that rang truer than he'd ever admit. Revenge was a messy business. Why drive himself insane searching for the one who took everything?
Besides, his new way of life was fun. It was decadent. It was everything he'd missed out on, growing up. When he was high, which was essentially always, he could see the world clearly, and appreciate it for what it was, for its darkness. He could live without wanting to die. It worked for him.
When Cade melted from the shadows, Storm turned, offering him a lopsided smirk. "I'm a withered corpse, Grandpa. What happened to vampires being fast?" His eyes skimmed, appraising. This may have been his first time going to a museum, but he was pretty sure curators didn't normally suit up quite so well.
This time, he was prepared for the 'Monsieur', but it still knocked him off-kilter for just a moment. Having been friendless for over ten years, a student for most of those and a merchant of his own body for the rest, honorific titles were not something with which he was comfortable. Realistically, he wasn't sure he'd ever be entirely comfortable with them. No doubt Cade would see him falter for just that moment, but he brushed it off in the next, shaking his head as he followed the vampire. "I haven't eaten," he replied, and then immediately followed up with: "Do most curators dress like they're going to a wedding?" Getting the attention off him seemed like the better thing for his own sanity - even if he was pretty sure that Cade's curiosity was exactly why he was there in the first place.