From Dawn til Dusk

The sound of fishermen making their boats ready was both refreshing and a caring memory. He closed his eyes as he leaned backwards a little, while feeling the chilly air caress his skin. He felt so alive, sitting there with his legs hanging over the side, while just dangling them. He leaned more backwards, until he ended up laying on the pavement, with his hands underneath his head, looking up into the blue morning skye, with some pink and orange hues over it. He smiled as he looked up at it. He closed his eyes for a second, remembering France.. remembering the mornings, where he would bike down to the harbor and just sit there, looking at all the ships, the fishermen, the ocean, how he longed for adventure, even if he had made a run from his home, he had still choosen to come back to France, since it was his home, his love.. he had never imagine at that time, that he would actually end up falling in love, with a man brutal but gentle.. a vampire. Just the thought of his teeth penetrating his skin, and how he would hold him down with his ability.. how good of a lover he was, and how he taught him almost everthing he knew.

He still hadnt kissed anyone at that time, always turning around, before once.. there was one time where he had almost kissed him, but then pulled away. That time, was also the time he had layed a note on the pillow, feeling the gut wrenching feeling inside, how he longed to see him, touch him, but then again, something inside of him.. just wanted to escape that fantasy. It had been a perfect sommer romance, a perfect fling.. it had almost been to good to be true. He came with a little sigh, before stretching his body, as he leaned up again, before looking out into the water, while fumbling with his headset in his hand, putting them into his ears, before listening to John Adams - hallelujah junction - 1st movement. He looked down to his hands, wondering if he would even know who he was if they met now. He wasnt as skinny anymore, and he his body was filled with ink all kinda of places, even on his hands and fingers, and his neck, a flower.. symbolizing the flower he had gotten from Kayne.. or rather Braeden.. a beautiful one they had found, one time strolling the streets of France, after being out most of the day.

He sigh once again, before finding a pack of cigaretts, also a new habbit he had gotten, before he lit it, and then inhaled and exhaled after a while. He looked at the smoke, thinking about his lips on the filter, before looking to the side to the fishermen boat he had seen not so lang before. He looked up to the sky once more, before closing his eyes, taking another puff of the smoke, as he felt it glide down his throat, how lovely a feeling.

Kayne's night had been just like they were most of the time. Which was, to put it bluntly, a bloody mess. A delicious, bloody mess. He'd been out having quite a bit of fun with Cimberlie, crashing a party that hadn't known squat about what was coming, or just how bathed in blood they would all get before they'd died, one by one. It had been quite a while since the last time he'd had such a good blood frenzy, and it made sure that, even though it was morning, now, he felt as energized as ever and not at all ready to go to bed yet.

So, he chose to take the long way back home, wandering through numerous alleyways and down to the harbor, deciding the fresh air would probably do some wonders, too, also in washing away some of the heavy scent of blood that hung around him now, even though he'd changed clothes. Luckily, the guy that had owned the place was just the same size as him, so it'd been easy tonick some clothes so that he could void people seeing him, knowing exactly what type of very, very bloody entertainment he'd had throughout the night.

So here he was, feeling fully sated for once, a feeling he rarely got with his extreme hunger, the one that came with being one of the very first vampires to ever exist. He sat down on one of the benches that overlooked a big part of the harbor, and closed his eyes, smiling as he felt the cool breeze against his skin.

But a while later, he smelled, and heard, someone coming close. Smelled sort of like an angel, and there was a beating heart to match. But he didn't open his eyes to look in the direction he heard the heartbeat from just yet - he wanted to enjoy these first rays of sunshine properly, the daylight ring on his left hand glinting slightly in the first few rays, too.

// Outfit

He closed his eyes for what felt just like a moment, but more was not enough for him to catch up on a certain scent. He opened his eyes immidiately, as he looked around, almost as if a ghost had appeared before him, as he got up and then looked around, not really knowing what to do in this type of situation. He slowly walked towards the scent, feeling his heart sting more and more, until he eventually stood besides the man.

It was him, it was Kayne. He looked at him for a short while, not really knowing if he should turn around on his heels or if he should go over to him. He quickly turned the smoke off, as he looked at him. Still looking as hot as ever, and still as dangerous as always. He hadnt only been with Braeden at that time, Kayne had also accepted him fully.. and then he had just left them.. like that.

It had been impossible for him to handle it, the feelings.. how he felt like always ending up as the one running away but not this time. He pullsed a little up at his neck, to hide the tattoo, before he got over to Kayne, probably already aware of his exsistence, as his blood smelled like an angels. He sat down near him, before looking over at him, as he said. " Hey.. Kayne ". He looked over at him with the poison green eyes, looking so sad but also confused, as he looked at him, not really knowing what to say or do in this kind of situation. " How are you doing? ". He really didnt even know if Kayne could recognise him, as he looked completely different, but.. then again.. maybe he had never cared about him, so maybe there were no bad blood between them?.

Of course he had been aware of the guy's presence for a while now - and while Kayne was sort of mystified at the voice at first then as soon as he turned around to look at the guy, then inside, Braeden, immediately recognized him. *Averett...* it was almost like a soft whisper in Kayne's ears, and it sparked his memory, too, of that summer... And how different the guy had looked back then, but then again - he'd been pretty young, hadn't he? While for Kayne, it felt like what... A week or so had passed, maybe. With his age, weeks and years quickly bled into each other.

"... Averett," he said, nodding in greeting, but keeping his face pretty neutral. "It's been a while." he then simply said - and moved over a bit, so that there was plenty of room for the hybrid on the bench, a very clear invitation for him to sit down so they could catch up a bit. Kayne didn't say anything else for now, though, the blue eyes merely slipping over Averett, taking in his new look, so vastly different from how it had used to be... But his eyes still gave him away.