I'm sorry momma, I never meant to hurt you

[dazzlingyou]

WHO: scatty and Edward
WHERE: idk somewhere subtly romantic
WHEN: tonight after sunset
WARNINGS: none?
SUMMARY: It's not a date.
FORMAT: whatever


[ He has a nice, casual outfit on. Dark button-down shirt, trousers, and muted shoes. His ride, on true other hand, was much flashier. A red Volvo in a sleek design, it had been sitting alone at a dealership waiting for an owner. Edward was merely borrowing it.

Traffic laws didn't apply to dead people, and as a vampire, he was exempt. Being a gentleman didn't mean being a saint. He pulled the car up in front of her residence. He gracefully exited the vehicle, striding to the door or whatever. And he knocked, the kind of knock that even Mozart himself would have been envious of in it's musicality. So ordinary it was decidedly extraordinary. ]

Comments

[symmachy]

[She pauses beside him, eyeing the statue. Compassion. If Scathach could only fully appreciate it.]

I'm more of a hands-on sort of person.

[dazzlingyou]

Oh? [ He inclines his head, a silent offer for her to elaborate. ]

[symmachy]

[Raises eyebrows.]

I'd just rather be out doing something than sitting inside, reading.

[dazzlingyou]

Reading can be accomplished outside.

[symmachy]

But you generally have to sit to do it.

[dazzlingyou]

Walking and driving are perfect example of not simply sitting.

[symmachy]

[Oh fuck. She knew this was going to come up some day with someone.]

I don't drive.

[Read: I can't.]

[dazzlingyou]

[ He smiles, a crooked grin. ]

It isn't very hard; I can teach you.

[symmachy]

[Her lips purse.]

You can, can you? And would you teach me to drive like you do?

[dazzlingyou]

[ He laughs, loud enough to echo in the gallery. ]

Not if you'd prefer to follow the laws of the road like a good citizen.

[symmachy]

[She gives him a wicked grin.]

Now you've put me off of it. I don't think I could be a "good citizen" if I tried.

[dazzlingyou]

[ He laughs again. ]

You don't? The capability is inside us all, Scathach.

[symmachy]

That wore off a few thousand years ago, I'm afraid.

[dazzlingyou]

Oh, dear. [ mock 'what a travesty' tone in his voice ]

[symmachy]

[She matches it with a mocking "I feel awful about it" tone.] I know. [Melodramatic sigh.]

[dazzlingyou]

[ He just shakes his head, hiding his grin carefully, and turns to face a horridly-made sculpture out of copper. It looks like a face... or a hole in a tree. ]

[symmachy]

[Scatty turns to look it as well, and pulls a face.] The term "art" is clearly used very loosely nowadays.

[dazzlingyou]

The meaning has gradually been lost over time. There are still some who appreciate what it truly entails, but they are few and far between. [ In fact, he didn't think he'd met one recently. ]

[symmachy]

[Scatty nods in agreement.] Only once in a great while is a great artist born.

[dazzlingyou]

Unfortunately. Though sometimes through diligence, a great artist can be created.

[symmachy]

[She shakes her head.] It isn't nearly the same.

[dazzlingyou]

Isn't it? A great artist is a great artist. If they were all the same in their greatness there wouldn't be many unique qualities about them, would there be?

[ Ooh he's fucking with your mind, brah. ]

[symmachy]

[No fuck you man.]

There's that, I suppose.

[dazzlingyou]

[ NOPE

He walks over to a painting, a beautiful landscape. Well ... if you looked past the random cannibalism that seemed to be the focus of it. ]

I don't see how mortals see the appeal in ... this.

[symmachy]

[She follows. Ugh, cannibal. How gross.]

They like to call it "creative expression."