More than a feeling (open)

[Fraciel]

The underground, it was probably the quickest form of transport if one could find a station near where they were going. Not that it mattered, Fraciel was standing in the middle of the platform staring toward the tracks, and not going anywhere. He had that sort of 'going nowhere' mild expression on his face. Yes, he was in the way of commuters, and they crowded around him. Strangely, though, none seemed to jostle him if they could help it, and he would right himself slowly when he was shoved from time to time. Stranger still was the expressions of those that walked too close. They may be laughing, joking, or carousing loudly as they approached, but as they passed the unmoving figure their expressions changed, and their voices fell. He was something of an impenetrable cone of silence.

The fallen angel watched as a train pulled up, and human sardines filed out and others pushed their way in. There was an order to it, though. At least there must be, because people continued to arrive at their destinations on time. Fraciel didn't see it, no matter how hard he looked these people seemed to be nothing more than a higher form of animal that's only thought process was 'move', almost like the legs of a centipede.

It was about now that Fraciel's head lifted, and something spoke to him of being watched. It seemed that it was more than a feeling, an assurety that there was a pair of eyes on him that looked in more than passing. Another train pulled up, and stopped. This one was on a different line than the first, but it didn't seem to matter to the white haired young 'man', he stepped forward with the group of people heading that way. He pushed his way through, and into the metal container that would soon be hurtling along the tracks. Curiosity is what had driven him onto the train, would the watching eyes follow?

[teagan]

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Delicate form managed to roughly push her way through the crowd about her, looking for the platform in which to board. It wasn't that she was really looking to find any particular destination, other than perhaps a feeding.

Gaze darted around, failing to find another power source in the vicinity.It had been quite a few days since Teagan had last fed and it was weakening her stature. L'attrait, the scent of magnolias used to attract her human prey, was growing weaker by the moment and wounds inflicted upon her were healing at a slower rate. Feeding was of the utmost importance before she croaked.

She decided it was best to wait to seduce one of the mortals with l'attrait, looking for a particular specimen who would not be missed if she managed to take enough blood to induce death.

Sidling closer to the platform as people rushed off the train, she loaded with the next group. A sense burned within her, glancing around for the new power source she had recently acknowledge. Someone here was not mortal and she was to find that someone. Where are you? Vibes sent out the physiological message with slight irritation, gaze darting about.

[Fraciel]

The tinned container train car he had entered smelled funny, and the people were shoved in far too tightly. Comfort, personal space, and such things were thrown out the window in favour of convenience. Those around Fraciel tended to push away from him, and keep their heads down, it gave him a sort of strange, light, and ethereal look as he stared out the door. It seemed to be staying open longer than with the other trains, but he didn't pay any attention to that.

He reached down into his left pocket, and pulled a small cardboard container out. He opened the cigarette box and pulled a slightly bent and broken cylinder from it's resting spot, and placed it in his mouth. He didn't light it, but placed the box back in his pocket. His eyes never left the portal of the door, watching a woman shove her way through the crowd and look around. He supposed she was a good looking woman, probably the kind that was used to getting what they wanted, how they wanted. Fraciel found her more interesting than the rest of the dull grey groupings around her. Which wasn't saying much, considering how interesting he was finding mortals these days. This one, however, was special.

[teagan]

All the mortals swamped around her couldn't contain l'attrait much longer. The sweet scent of magnolias coated the humans' scents of body odor and too-heavy cologne. Many people had turned to glance at her but there was one who particularly snagged her gaze.

A malicious grin tugged at the corners of her mug, pushing deeper into the heart of the specific car she was on. Honestly, the masculine figure wasn't a terribly bad looker, he had obviously caught her eye. However, there was something more to him that she was to find out.

To the naked eye, she looked like nothing more than another busy person in the city, looking to travel on the subway to her destination. Fangs threatened to lower from her upper palette, hunger and the need to feed nearing the brink of insanity. No, she needed to hold back, just a bit longer.

Now standing but a foot or so away from the dear boy, she glanced over him, taking in each of his features that set him apart. He was different but she had yet to discover why. "Headed somewhere important?" Small talk was not her thing but it was a start. Had he been a mortal, she'd feed within a matter of moments.

[Fraciel]

The woman pushed forward, and Fraciel's eyes followed her. His dark orbs shifted and followed her path in until she stopped near him, and spoke. He heard her, but he took a moment as though he was taking in what she had said. In all seriousness, he was waiting a moment to see if this one became disinterested and stepped away. She didn't and this forced him to respond.

"if nowhere is important"

Fraciel's voice had a sort of finality to it, as though to bring this line of questioning to an end. He turned his body slightly in order to face her, though, his eyes making contact with hers as he attempted to figure this one out a little more. What set her apart, what made her different from the others. Not in the simplistic 'what are you' sense, but in the way of the great and all encompasing tapestry that was being.

"where are we headed today?"

[teagan]

Expression gave nothing away, looking rather blank as neither a smirk nor frown adorning her mug. The masculine figure hadn’t seemed at all interested in what she had to say or even her existence. Hell, he didn’t really have a reason to give a damn. She, however, felt there was some supernatural aura about him. Then again, she had been wrong before. Teagan was either bound to find out something new or make a complete idiot of herself along with exposing the supernatural side of life to some innocent passerby. ”Guess you could say I’m looking for a place to eat.” True, she was indeed looking for a place to eat. Or perhaps a person.

Frankly, she didn’t really care where he was going but she wasn’t just about to blurt out and ask if he was a fallen angel. ”Who are you?” Curiosity got the best of her, sounding slightly exasperated. Of course she hadn’t been asking for his name, but rather what he was. Instantly, she felt her foot in her mouth and regretted her words. She began muttering to herself in rapid French, somewhere in a state of agitation with herself and slightly embarrassment. ”Qu'est-ce qu'un imbécile je suis. Je ne peux pas demander aux gens des questions comme ça.” You'd think after being alive for nearly seven centuries she would learn the difference between appropriate questions.

[Fraciel]

Fraciel continued to stare at her, watching her eyes still. The doors hissed shut, locking them in a car with standing room only. Fraciel was pushed slightly from behind, and someone muttered something that was too soft to understand. His head lifted then, breaking eye contact with the woman as he heard the question. He looked around the crowd slowly and then turned his head back to stare at her.

"Fraciel"

Yes, he took her question at face value, how else was he supposed to take it. The fact that he hadn't taken the time to change his name would give the 'what' as well as the 'who'.

"and we have a name?"

When he spoke the unlit and slightly broken cigarette inbetween his lips bounced. Small flakes of tobacco and other chemicals fell to the floor of the can they were bumping along in. He lifted a hand from his pocket and ran his fingers through his white hair, itching at the back of his head for a moment before slidingh is hand back into the greyed pocket. He was obviously awaiting an answer.

[teagan]

Orbs of cold, sapphire brilliance stared back at him, searching for some hint within his features. He gave absolutely nothing, and yet, she was sure he wasn’t your typical mortal. She had already strongly directed her magnolia scent toward him and it didn’t appear to affect him as did it the humans about her. Everyone seemed to be lingering in a bit of a catatonic state but she paid no mind to anyone but the young man before her.

Listening to him omit his name, Teagan felt an immense amount of stupidity surfacing. Of course he wouldn’t have been a fallen angel, a demon, any of that. Very few had ever been seen riding the subway and the only reason vampires as herself did, was for the darkened environment away from the sun in which to find someone to feed upon. ”Uhhh, Teagan.” Gaze turned away, unsure of what to do at that point in time. He wasn’t who she though he was but she supposed he could still be used for a feeding. ”Shouldn’t have bothered you, my bad.”

[Fraciel]

She seemed... dissapointed. Fraciel wondered, for a moment, why. the feeling was stiffled in a moment though, and he turned his eyes upwards again, watching the doors that he stood accross from now. He was calm, breathing slowly and even blinking rarely. Teagan, he rolled teh name around in his mind.

He had met another woman with that name once, a long time ago. Though perhaps calling her a woman when he met her was a stretch, she had once been a woman. When Fraciel came, she was a twisted form of such, and she had been taken care of accordingly.

The fallen angel lifted a hand form his pocket again, and pulled the bent smoke from his lips, and tossed it on the ground. He stepped on it and took a slight step forward. The movement was small, thanks to the small space afforded, and as his step came the train jostled to a sudden stop. He offered to the woman what he felt was the normal end of conversation phrase.

"it has been a pleasure"

[teagan]

It had seemed all too much of an awkward conversation and she was pleased that it was drawing to an end along with the train ride. She was perplexed as to why l’attrait hadn’t hypnotized him or even seemed to faze him. Very few mortals were able to resist it but those few that did at least acknowledged what it was. Fraciel was by a name that wasn’t even remotely common but she was sure it was nestled somewhere in her past. Nah, she was imagining things.

Agitated with the fact that she wouldn’t be able to feed upon such a mortal, Teagan turned away, watching as the whir of motion outside the train had become more and more clear, making it apparent that the screeching of wheels meant the halting of the subway train.

Watching as the doors opened and people flooded out, Teagan took a step forward, her foot hitting an entirely different platform. As though being struck by realization, she turned, mouth slightly agape at the figure she had just been speaking to. ”You. I know you.” She was definitely not as wise as he should have been for her age. She remembered him all to clearly and how he had abandoned heaven. She admired him for ditching the god she hated but at the same time, a part of her despised him as well.