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tamingthemuseTitle: Cabaret
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Prompt 439 - Cabaret
Warnings: Way too tired to write anything coherent.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Elvirah sighed as she reached the door of the cabaret.
Elvirah sighed as she reached the door of the cabaret. This really was not her scene any longer and she could already feel harassed by the noise of the music, tapping of feet on the stage, and the smoke engulfing the spectators in a haze. She breathed in deeply and focused on her immortal sense. She had been feeling the presence of a young unbridled immortals in the city for the past week. She had tried to ignore his presence but it had felt like an itch that wouldn't go away unless she scratched it and her steps had finally led her to this place. Her sense was positive that she would find him in this place. She looked around but could not see the tell-tell glow of the immortals.
She could sneak backstage and investigate but she didn't want to crawl through the mass of tables and bodies so she settled at the bar and waited for the new one to make his appearance. She hoped he wouldn't be on stage and she wouldn't have to wait for him at the exit like a mere fangirl. She scanned the crowd once more but she could still not see his presence so she forced herself to relax and focused her attention between the stage and the door. An hour passed without any appearance of the new immortal. She started to doubt her sense. She had been gone so long from the world she wondered if she could actually have forgotten how to track a new born. She wished it wasn't so. She didn't have to wasted all this time in a cabaret while she could have been working on getting back into the Agora.
Another hour passed until finally she was ready to give up. She felt too tired for this game. The itch would have to be ignored for this evening and wait another day for her to take further action on it. She stood from her stool and started to make her way to the exit when a new act was announced. She turned her head to the stage for one last check and there stepping onto the platform was a man glowing with a warm afternoon sun yellow. He was beaming, his smile illuminating his face. His hair were long and messy under his hat and his eyes glowed from too much alcohol.
Elvirah stopped in her track and shook her head. She had hoped for everything but this. She hesitated for a second, almost wanting to walk away. She knew where the new born was now, she didn't need to take further action, she told herself. But her curiosity got the better of her and she walked back to her stool, ordering one more drink. She would have to wait until the end of his performance before she could make her way backstage and take a closer look at him. She wasn't sure she could reveal to his what he was just yet, not when he was so obviously drunk he couldn't walk straight.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Prompt 439 - Cabaret
Warnings: Way too tired to write anything coherent.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Elvirah sighed as she reached the door of the cabaret.
Elvirah sighed as she reached the door of the cabaret. This really was not her scene any longer and she could already feel harassed by the noise of the music, tapping of feet on the stage, and the smoke engulfing the spectators in a haze. She breathed in deeply and focused on her immortal sense. She had been feeling the presence of a young unbridled immortals in the city for the past week. She had tried to ignore his presence but it had felt like an itch that wouldn't go away unless she scratched it and her steps had finally led her to this place. Her sense was positive that she would find him in this place. She looked around but could not see the tell-tell glow of the immortals.
She could sneak backstage and investigate but she didn't want to crawl through the mass of tables and bodies so she settled at the bar and waited for the new one to make his appearance. She hoped he wouldn't be on stage and she wouldn't have to wait for him at the exit like a mere fangirl. She scanned the crowd once more but she could still not see his presence so she forced herself to relax and focused her attention between the stage and the door. An hour passed without any appearance of the new immortal. She started to doubt her sense. She had been gone so long from the world she wondered if she could actually have forgotten how to track a new born. She wished it wasn't so. She didn't have to wasted all this time in a cabaret while she could have been working on getting back into the Agora.
Another hour passed until finally she was ready to give up. She felt too tired for this game. The itch would have to be ignored for this evening and wait another day for her to take further action on it. She stood from her stool and started to make her way to the exit when a new act was announced. She turned her head to the stage for one last check and there stepping onto the platform was a man glowing with a warm afternoon sun yellow. He was beaming, his smile illuminating his face. His hair were long and messy under his hat and his eyes glowed from too much alcohol.
Elvirah stopped in her track and shook her head. She had hoped for everything but this. She hesitated for a second, almost wanting to walk away. She knew where the new born was now, she didn't need to take further action, she told herself. But her curiosity got the better of her and she walked back to her stool, ordering one more drink. She would have to wait until the end of his performance before she could make her way backstage and take a closer look at him. She wasn't sure she could reveal to his what he was just yet, not when he was so obviously drunk he couldn't walk straight.
