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My Hider

Lorenzo Delorano

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It was the morning of the wake and Lorenzo sat at on the edge of his bed, woken from a dream. The sun had not yet risen but they sky shown an eerie blue, the tell tale sign of the sun following close behind the night. Lorenzo rubbed his eyes then glanced over to his bed where a female whose name he did not remember lay. He glanced closely at her, recognizing her as one of the barmaids from a pub on the far end he frequented every so often. Her hair was red and naturally curled, her face covered in freckles and her skin light. He tapped her on the shoulder, giving her a moment to respond before placing his whole palm on her shoulder and nudging her lightly again. She grumbled a moment then opened her eyes slowly revealing their brown hue.

The young woman rose her head and opened her mouth taking in a breath as if she was just about to say something when Lorenzo placed his hand on her lips, preventing her. "I think you should leave before the house wakes up. The servants should still be in the basement levels of the house." He picked up her red frock and laid it on the edge of the bed before getting up himself and entering his dressing room. Behind the door a muffled sob could be heard as the girl dressed herself then exited the room, no doubt making her way from the building.

Lorenzo sighed and began to dress himself in black, taking his time as he was still unsure how to feel about the situation as a whole. His mind as plagued with thoughts of grief and thoughts of greed, each battling one another for their spot at the forefront of his mind. The sun had risen by the time he left the dressing room, his room lit up in the morning amber light and a quick glance out the window showed the bustling of the servants quickly scurrying here and there, walking in and out of the great house.

A knock on the door grabbed his attention to where he swivelled around, seeing one of the younger female servants entering the room with a breakfast tray. It wasn't the under butler who usually attended to his personal needs. He was sure, in fact, that this was his mothers lady's maid. "I beg your pardon Sir but, Lady Fiona has yet to leave her chambers or accept food." Lorenzo, hearing the earnestness in the young girls voice, stepped up close to her, almost too close, and gently put a hand on the side of her arm, near her shoulder, looking her deep in the eyes and said in a low, calm and soothing voice. "Please, allow me to take this burden from you. Do you have a key to her chamber? Would you be the good, kind and nurturing woman I know you to be and stand by her chamber for my departure so you can help her prepare?" His eyes flickered with warmth for a moment as he touched his warm hand to hers, letting it linger there for a moment longer then it needed to before separating her fingers and removing the key from her palm.

Fiona's chambers were not far from his own and the sound of his shoes clicking against the floor were heard, but only just, as he approached the door. He took in a breath and entered the room, gently closing the door behind him so as to not disrupt his mother too much. There she lay, broken and in tears in the same position she'd been in after the news was received of Leon. He lay his head on her shoulder, placing his hands gently on her arms, speaking a thousand words and no words in a language that can only be understood between a mother and a son. She seemed to truly respond to his presence as he thought she might.

He left quickly, winking at the ladies maid as he walking by her then continuing to his own chamber where an almost impatient under butler was waiting. "I see you've already gotten dressed Sir." He said in a professional voice just masking his irritation at Lorenzos early morning self-dressings. Lorenzo nodded at him in response.

Lorenzo was used to this routine in the mornings. Him being dressed on his own on the mornings he had "guests" and his butler irritated that he couldn't perform his duties properly. Lorenzo lifted his arms as his butler named, Alfred Hobson, reached around him and fastened his sword in place. The weight of it on Lorenzo’s hip was familiar and comfortable, it neither hinders his walk or slowed him down.

At this point, Lorenzo sat to eat from the breakfast tray that had been waiting for him and began entertaining in idle conversation with Alfred as he often did. Alfred was at first uncomfortable with Lorenzos forwardness in his approach to conversation but over the years they had gotten to know one another through these conversations making their interactions easier for both of them.

Lorenzo, having finished his meal and conversation made his way to the hall, entering with the sound the clang of Lucien's sword smashing against the table, sending food flying. The was an ever so brief pause before Meldyr rushed into the room trying to defuse the situation. Lorenzo nodded at his mother with an affectionate and small smile before heading towards Pieter and Otto. He shook hands with each of them, patting their shoulder once with the shake. He had known them for many years and respected them as brothers, friends and companions, even Otto in his age and stature.

Nalia made her announcement which came as a great shock to Lorenzo if only to an extent before he made his way around the room to take his seat next to his mother whose eyes which were once glistening now had a sheen of triumph that he alone would be able to recognize. As has sat down he felt his mothers hand pat his back and squeeze his shoulder.

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I'll post for Lorenzo probably tomorrow morning. =]

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@Zverda Somehow I don't know that Fiona would mind nearly as much if it was her son that took her seat.

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Great Expectations

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@Emo Boy Hey there, Welcome to the guild! What's your RP style?

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Saida nodded in the with a quick smile at Rhindani, her deep blue eyes matching hers for a moment before she looked onward towards the bandit camp forming some many paces away. A small breeze tickled the edges of her cheeks whisking in a direction that seemed to be pointing to Rhindani as if helping them make their decision. ,"My friend, I believe your idea to be a favorable one, to know the layout of the camp of those lost souls would be preferable for a quick completion. Perhaps, while you are amongst their company, should you hear of any plans or of whom their leader it is, I believe it'll help us substantially. I would offer to accompany you but, I fear one of your grace on a pilgrimage with an elf would raise more suspicion then your sudden appearance already would."

Saida smiled gently, glancing about the crowd for a moment before speaking again. "If everyone else is on board with this plan or does not have an opinion either way, is there a chance a horn could be leant to our friend, in case of misfortune or discovery?"

Saida felt her hand move up and touch her pendant of the sun that lay against her chest marking the symbol of Deum Lucis. As her thumb traced the moulding and inlay she felt the three gems that had been place within it as focusing crystals for magic use, a Citrine was the largest of the three as it was needed the most, next were the Diamond and the Amethyst, both about the same size. She closed her eyes for a moment as if in a deep trance of concentration before walking over the the lizardfolk woman, placing a hand on her shoulder, or what she thought was her shoulder discovering it was what could be a wing instead. The sudden surprise only briefly detained Saida before she closed her eyes and whispered a small and simply incantation of illusion, a spell that would make you seem more welcoming and less dangerous to an enemy. Her hand glowed gold for a moment as the spell took hold of it then an orange gold shroud of light seemed to encompass Rhindani, hugging her in the warm light before disappearing, leaving the gentle kiss of warmth around her body.

Saida removed her hand and looked her in the eyes one final time, "As the warmth fades, so shall the spell, may it help you should the others agree in this course of action." Saida glanced up once again and looked around at the others both, waiting for a response and hoping for an agreement. She did not know her companions well enough yet but, their decision on this matter would set the final form of the base in the mould that was the impression of each of them in her mind. Whatever they decided to do, Saida was ready, she would heal, she could fight but her peaceful nature seemed to ever steer her towards the gentlest, and most subtle approach.

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@Zverda Hah! I love the tension already being built up between Nalia and Fiona.

@Big Dread Just as soon as I know if I'm making Lorenzo's first post or if you are I'll write out another response for IC

Also, I'm down for discord! I can't promise how long I'll be on there but I'll join in!

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Hey Big D, just curious- what age did Lorenzo arrive in House Delorano?

Because if he was old enough to get some poor girl pregnant, I'm going to have to go out on a limb and say he was at least in his early teens.

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@Big Dread

Well, I would say about 14 (Don't look at me like that, you remember how you were at 14) when that happened since they moved into Delorano house shortly afterwards.

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Tatiana Adelbert

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Location: Paris, France, In front of Notre Dame Date: April 14th, 2012 Time: 10:30am

The gentle breeze continued to shift in the air, dancing with the leaves and petals that decorated the ground before the Notre Dame. Tatiana tucked her sketch pad into the depths of her carpet bag before standing up, taking in a breath and walking the short distance between the bench she once sat and the large doors of the illustrious cathedral. As she passed the hunchback performer she nodded sweetly and tossed a small handful of one euro bills into the hat that sat next to him on the pedestal. The gracious look in his eyes sent a shiver of good feeling down the older woman's spine, letting the slip of a smile grace her lips before ascending the large steps of the building.

Her shoes stepped firmly on each step as the doors opened as if waiting for her arrival and she entered the cathedral. Her heart fluttered and her throat swelled as the pillars and high arched ceilings came into view. The benches still displayed in rows leading up to the alter a few people scattered here and there sitting between benches and laughing with each other, all tourists from the looks of it. Tatiana walked down the center isle which was brilliantly illuminated by the hanging chandeliers that mirrored each other on either side of the hall marking a walkway towards the small steps that sat before the large windows decorating the end.

Tatiana knelt at the first step once she reached it, crossed her heart and muttered a small prayer that resonated deep within her soul, tugging every emotion, every impulse and every ambition that she'd ever known. Each instance of her life rising to the surface for a moment then slipping back to it's resting place as if whispering words of love, hate, generosity and envy in her ears. Each one bringing it's feeling, it's passion and desire along with it then receding into the depths that was the library of the woman's mind.

When she rose and soft smile settling on her lips, she felt a small tug against the fabric of her lavender jacket and when glancing down, noticed a little boy, perhaps no older then 10 looking up at her in eager anticipation. Speaking in an English so broken by his French accent that it could barely be understood the boy said with the embodiment of innocence, "Exascuse em me mademoiselle, vould you like a tour of sis cathedral?" The boys eyes were large and green, his hair was a dirty blonde almost brown and his hands were small and frail.

Tatiana, whose heart had melted nodded as eagerly as the boy outwardly seemed and proceeded to receive a tour of the great establishment from the energetic boy who was so happy to have a customer that he began talking so quickly and so sporadically, mixing between French and broken English that Tatiana began to simply nod at this explanations of rooms, halls and stair cases whether she understood what he had said or not. This boy, this child working his way into his next meal brought so much joy and so much sorrow to the woman that she couldn't help but love him with each excited burst and miscommunicated fact.

As the tour concluded and Tatianas legs began to waver from so much movement in so little time, she gave the little boy the largest tip he would ever see to which he burst onto her in a hug filled with tears, thank yous and laughter. The hugs were of course returned graciously and genuinely before she left the boy behind to find other tourists to give guides to. She began making her way down the stairs of the cathedral once again as the bells rang for the noon hour. Loud, powerful and emotional rings vibrated off the floor of the courtyard as each passer, whether foreign or otherwise, glanced up even if just for an instance at the origin location of the rings.

Tatiana headed towards the nearest café, ordering herself a sandwich to which she would eat on her journey then flagged a taxi giving him the address given to her before sitting comfortably within it, eating her sandwich as the taxi made it's way from the location.