Black Skies and Golden Eyes

The night was mild and nearly still, a soft breeze rolling in every now and then. It had the lukewarm after rain on a summer night air about it, a perfect night for gazing idly at stares or the ample moon which hung dreamily in the darkened sky, burnt black by a set sun.

It was the kind of night Smiley would hold in his mind as the memory of this place. From now on the impression of a night like this one would be connected with the coven and all of it's inhabitants, for he had never experienced it anywhere else, though it came close to the coast. He exhale slowly, letting his breath mix and stir with the air, with the night. Two dark forces merging together to make this creature kin to the night.

His eyes flicker slowly at the thought, his brain swirls and buzzes as it usually does, but less so with the absence of other beings around him. He leans back against the chimney where he sits and looks out over the land splayed before him, open to his gaze. Hiding back nothing. It inspired thoughts of the woman who hid nothing from him. She was a land by herself, rolling with snowy rain-kissed curves, stained with glowing red pools upon her face.

He licks his lower lip at the memory and his fingers twitch silently by his sides without him noticing, but other than this he is still, letting his memories roll and merge together to patch up his life. A monster reanimated from the remains of his past thoughts and actions, teeming with life, plagued by death. Ready for more.

She sailed through the night with silent grace, black plumage protruding from her back contrasted against her bright silver hair which licked at her calves.

From the sky she gazed down at the mansion, despite the amount of occupants that resided there it seemed that serenity veiled the grounds, a grand illusion, the people there were anything but tranquil.

Moving lower she landed on the roof with a barely audible thud, her feet neatly touching the ground as her wings folded in against her back.

A soft smile graced her lips as the vampire swept her hair over her shoulder; it had been far too long since she had spread her wings in the night air.
She mused softly over how she must be perceived by others, angelic, though devils often did hide themselves in the form of angels.

Alexis’ bright gold eyes trailed the skyline, as she thought back to the day she walked in the sun, it had been beautiful but it could not hold a candle to nights like these.

It became apparent to him that a faint noise, barely audible, had struck the roof not too far from where he sat. To any mortal being this would be nothing, something to brush under the rug without thought. Smiley knew better than that, living in a coven riddled with supernatural beings, but even if this were a threat to him he did not care. He knew there was something else present in the darkness, but he would not respond to it right away. He chose not to.

Instead he sat silently in his spot, breathing very quietly. This creature could probably sense the very slight, very dulled down living presence of the other vampire, he knew this, but he would wait for now. Wait until it was his time to speculate the entity which cut through his moment of reflection. He blinks once, very slowly, and his eyes shimmer in the darkness, hiding back their usual secrets.

Alexis exhaled softly, a slight air of contentedness in the sound of it.
She turned, the clicking of her heels against the floor cutting through the silence as she turned to reenter the mansion.

She paused for a moment as her eyes landed upon another, who was leaning against the chimney, she had felt someone around but living here there was always someone around whether you could feel it or not, so it came as no surprise to her to find him there, deathly still, looking like a statue.

A chuckled briefly as she pictured him as a gargoyle decorating the roof with his mere presence.
Alexis brushed the hair from her eyes as the large golden orbs observed the man, she had not encountered this nightling before.

“Good evening.” She cooed softly, her head tilting to the side slightly as she took him in, such an odd looking man.

Smiley drinks in the presence of this mystery woman with the vibrant golden eyes, the little quirks of her movements, she has an air of confidence about her that he can feel radiating from the way she positions herself. He feels it against his skin and he takes it into his body, letting it sink into his brain, under his skin, filling his pores.

Her hair reminds him of some sort of fur coat... Eagle feathers perhaps. The length of it all catches him off guard. He would enjoy seeing it all splayed out on the ground around her body.

"Goodnight." He replies, his voice is clear in the night, it has much more movement than his body could possess. He hears himself speak this out and he doesn't like it. His eyes flicker, an unfathomable emotion behind them.

"Sit with me." He says, and he says it in such a way that it doesn't even come across as a command, as though he's inviting an old friend to join him in conversation.

A smile slowly spread across her pale lips, her eyes softening slightly as he speaks, the voice and the body seem slightly detached.
Perhaps this is because of how still he is, an odd thing, seeing a statue talk.

“It would be rude of me to refuse.”
She mused softly as she walked over to him; her wings retreating into her should blades, leaving no mark of their existence on her skin.

In truth, Alexis paid no mind to formalities and pleasantries, and being rude was something that did not bother her in the slightest.
You could only live so long holding onto such sentiments.

She sat beside him, her obscenely long hair swaying behind her as she moved, sweeping it over her shoulders as she sat to avoid sitting on it.

"Such a pleasant gargoyle."
She muttered softly, more to herself than him.

His eyes follow her as she takes her seat beside him. He speculates to himself that it must have taken her quite awhile to master not catching her hair as she sits. He rests one hand in his lap and then other beside his thigh, letting the very tip of his little finger trace over a few soft strands of her long hair. He only wants a sample of how it feels, and he makes sure to take note in his mind that he will return the favor to her when she asks of it.

"Even gargoyles need the company of angels from time to time." He speaks in an almost melodic tone, one that's secretive and mysterious, but lighthearted at the same time. Like the soul of a young man who has returned from war, boyish on the outside, but tainted by bloody scenes of death and destruction on the inside.

He listens to the woman's breathing. He wants to see how comfortable she is, if she is at all, to judge how interesting this encounter may be. He is not one to waste his time, nor will he ever be. But he believes that this experience will be just that.

"Having trouble sleeping as well~?" He coos out, a small grin curling up on his rosy lips.

“Then the gargoyle will be sorely disappointed, there are no angels here.”
No one that knew her would call her an angel; her hands were far too bloody for a title like that.

She leaned against the chimney as her eyes flickered up to the sky; the stars and moon were bright tonight, decorating the sky with their presence. She notices that he is fiddling with the tips of her hair but dismisses it, he can touch it to his heart’s content, Alexis was anything but precious when it came to personal confines.

“Why would I want to sleep away such a perfect night? It would be a true waste.” She questioned, gazing up at him through her lashes, admiring the rosy aspects of his face. It was a rarity to see a vampire with such colour in their features.

His smile curls up at the corners, the tips of his fangs poking out against his red red lips, glimmering very slightly against the moonlight.

"Even Lucifer was an angel at one point Miss~" He chimes out, relaxing his body against the chimney even more, his joints and muscles rolling under the fabric of his clothing as he positions himself. He continues to trace the tip of his finger over her soft hair as he relaxes.

"Why would you ever sleep at night?" He questions with a soft voice, "It's the best time to observe...Everything in it's unbridled element."

She laughed softly and nodded before leaning her head back against the chimney.

"Yes but Lucifer was born pure to begin with, some of us are simply born of the darkness.
And please, call me Alexis."

She responded gently as her head lolled to the side slightly as she gazed at him, this one was definitely more interesting conversation than most she had met recently.

"Truer words were never spoken."

The corners of his lips turn up slightly, the rosy patches on his skin growing more so against his snowy skin which reflects the moonlight into the darkness.

"Well then Alexis, child of darkness, it is a pleasure to meet you~ They call me Smiley." He grins at her and offers her his hand in greeting. He gazes down at her with amused lavender eyes which seem to flicker and dance about behind his skull, one knee bending up beside him so he can rest his other elbow on it.

“Smiley…”

She muttered, her lips caressing the word as she speaks.
“How very fitting.” She added with a chuckle as she took the offered hand in her delicate grasp.

This man was as interesting as his appearance led her to believe, it was uncommon to find a vampire with such a sense of whimsy that they would go by a name such as that.
“The pleasure is all mine.”

Her golden eyes gleamed in delight as she looked him in the eyes, something more was happening behind those bright lavender irises of his, it intrigued her to try and deduct what it was.

His smirk stayed pressed to Smiley's lips as they shake hands. He allows himself to caress her skin gently with the tips of his fingers, comparing this sensation to that of her hair. Her skin was soft, but not silky as her silver locks are.

He muses to himself how it would feel to clutch her hair and run his fingers through it, to get the full experience, but he is content with the casual sampling with his fingertips. He slips his hand out of her's and places it in his lap, leaning his head leisurely against the chimney, keeping his head turned to let his eyes stay on her. He drinks in her presence, admiring the way everything about her flows and curves. He thinks of her like a silver river, an ocean even, with two golden orbs flickering like flames in the night.

On this silver and gold girl~

She placed her hands in her lap and toyed with the ends of the front of her hair idly as she slipped into thought.
“Tall, dark hair. He always has an eerie grin about his face. He goes by Smiles.”

Alexis mused, remembering the conversation with Miss Gladstone, the lovely young woman from the other night.

She chuckled softly as she thought about it, what a lovely coincidence that she should run into the man she had asked about soon after meeting her.

“You have a young lady looking for you.”
She muttered softly, gazing up at him with a soft grin.

Smiley's eyes flicker softly in the dark when the Alexis woman speaks this.

"Oh really now?" He questions though he knows exactly who she's talking about. The angel who seemed to flit away after his encounter with her. Flying off to tell her god that she had fornicated with a devil and beg for her halo back. He could feel the blood churn in his stomach at the thought and to calm himself he reminded his brain that she is only a memory now. She chose to leave as she did. And now she was back and searching for him, to most likely dance with a devil once more.

The flicker seemed to wither out of his eyes the more he thought about her and his experiance with her, lowering to lavender embers churning slowly against the coals of his brain. He hadn't chosen yet whether he wanted to speak to her again or not, though he doubted words were not what she was looking for from him.

"Indeed."
She smiled warmly, running her hand through the front of her silver hair, locks sliding through her slender fingers and laying to rest back against her neck.

"Beautiful young lady, Miss Gladstone."
Alexis had already grown quite fond of the woman during their last encounter, she simply hoped that she was alright, the girl held such sadness in her eyes.

"She is back at the mansion and wanted to find you."
She hadn't disclosed to Alexis why she wanted to see the man but upon meeting him she had her suspicions, he was a charming man, she could imagine Jene liking him.

"Her exterior is pretty striking I'll admit," He hums softly into the night, "But I wouldn't call her beautiful. I have yet to see a truly beautiful woman Alexis... This is only because I couldn't recognize beauty a mile away. I lost that ability a long time ago."

The soft grin rests on his face, a rosy slit on snowy flesh between warm, flushed cheeks. He feels a tinge of curiosity turn in his stomach at the thought of Jenevieve looking for him, searching for him in the mansion after rejecting him as she did. It didn't bother him that she left... What did seem to claw at his brain ever so slightly was the thought that she came back... And that she wanted to find him.

Such actions would not go without castigation.

Alexis shook her head at the other vampire.

"In that case I pity you Smiley, for someone as young as you to not be able to see the beauty in others, it is a shame."

Looking at the vampire she could tell he was young, under two hundred would be her rough guess.
She could not help but wonder what trials this man had lived through if that ability had left him.

He lets out a very soft laugh, sounding like a light hum caressing the backs of his lips and his head nods slightly as he takes in the words Alexis just spoke.

"Beauty is only an illusion. What you may consider to be horrible and ugly could be something intoxicating to another~" His tongue flicks out quickly and slicks against his upper lip for a split second before disappearing once more. His grin grows.

"Age is an illusion too. I know many bodies who have wandered this earth for longer periods of time than myself and yet they're still mush more dead than I am. His head rocks over in almost an unnatural way to rest on his shoulder limply and he grins down at Alexis,

"Just how dead are you Miss?"

"How dead am I..."
She mused over that thought for a moment, there were different stages of death.

The female vampire had been emotionally dead ever since her coven burned down and had been near physical death more times than she could count

"In retrospect I would say that in these last few weeks, I have been more alive than in my past nine hundred years."

Much in her had changed lately and she found herself more open to living than ever before.