Still Gardens

[Ivak]

She didn't walk along the numerous bushes, nor was she really near a rose. Zenobia merely stood with her parasol gribbed firmly in her hands.
She vaguely cursed under her breath. Those princes seemed so naieve. Snorting, she looked to the sky. No moon shone tonight. It was a new moon, the birthing of a new month. The vampriss looked away, shaking her head.
"God, why must I be cursed with this?" she hissed hoarsely. "To walk the night like a mangey cat, never to see the dawning of a day?" She turned away, anger gurgling in her stomach. For a woman like herself, she was bitter. Born a vampire. She never knew of the warm colours that comforted the mortals. In fact, she rather would've died than live an endless life of drinking blood.
Zenobia turned and began to calmly stride along the bushes. No, her hair did not ripple. She in fact was not a remarkable beauty. Merely a girl that wished that she could be free of the terrors she gave to others.
A rustling of wings, and a fallen angel had settled beside her.
"Zen?" his gruff voice arose.
"What is it, Gabriel?" the vampire growled.
"Thought you could use some company."
"I don't need company." she replied bitterly.
"Everyone needs someone." The angel persisted, crossing his arms. "You need someone, like I need Keila...." he frowned.
"Your little girl is nearly due. Why don't you visit HER?"
"Because. She can survive without me. Keith said so himself."
"And since when do you listen to what he says?"
"Since he began telling the truth." Gabriel's gaze turned to the roses. "I can't be with her forever. I'll be long gone before her time."
"We're vampires. We don't know the meaning of time."
"Fourth dimension."
"I wasn't being literal." Zenobia sneered, walking away.
"Boo hoo." the fallen hid his wings and followed her. "One day, Zenobia, you'll realize that you're just a miserable witch, desperate for company."
"I already know that I'm miserable!"
"I know, too."
"Gabriel, go home."
"I have no home."
"Well, go and find Keila. She'll be eating me alive if she catches me with you."
"Whatever." Gabriel rolled his eyes. "She's not gonna mind."
"With them mood swings, she isn't."
"And you wonder why I escaped the cave...."
"Scared?"
"Of course. A moody vampire is never good." The fallen angel walked to a bush, plucking a rose off of it's stem and smiling.
"Besides, I can't be a father. It would be just too weird."
"A killer and a father. I guess I could agree." Zenobia shrugged.


(Need some peeps in here! Since I was gone, I got removed from the whole picture, so, I need a roleplay. >_<)

[Tado]

((Hope that's good enough for ya. Was in a rush.))

Not too far away from the pair, arguing voices could be heard in the garden. Judging from the different pitches and tones, one could safely assume that it was a young female, and an older male. But what could they be doing here at such a late hour?

“Ah! Cut it out, that really hurts!” Whined the female’s voice.
“Quiet, you.” Came the dry reply
“But Bishop, I already said no! Ow, you’re pushing it in even further!” Growing a little louder, the female clenched her teeth.
“I’ll pull it out in a second quit squirming around.” Clearly the male was getting impatient.
“Bishop I’m serious!” Trailing off into a yelp of pain, the voices then hushed down to normal tones.

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“.....” Flicking the large and bloody splinter to the side, the masked vampire gave the girl a look as if he would shove an even bigger wooden shard into her skin if she even so much as whimpered. A heavy sigh escaped his throat as he shook his head, stern crimson eyes staring down at his companion in disapproval and aggravation. His visor was resting up against his forehead, but he quickly flicked it down with a finger, not wanting to even look at the girl. He turned his side to her, and folded his arms across his chest with a smirk and head turned away. “Tch.. Serves you right for tripping on your own sword. I still don’t see why I had to come with you, either.”

Grunting as something large and heavy fell on the side of his head, Bishop’s eye twitched. Head leaning to his shoulder at a painful angle, he frowned. He knew at once Evangeline had bopped him on the head with the flat side of Nikuya. It wasn’t something new to him, nor was it something he liked.

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Holding Nikuya with one hand, Evangeline inspected her pricked finger absent mindedly, sort of forgetting about Bishop momentarily. “Great, now it’s bleeding… Thanks a lot, Bishop.. And I told you to stop in all fairness.” With little effort, she pulled Nikuya off of her vampiric comrade, allowing the tip of the blade to rest on the ground. “Besides, Ms. Lora’s been very depressed as of late. Don’tcha wanna do something to help make her feel better?” She gave the other vampire a light smile, revealing the very tips of her fangs. “Now c’mon, let’s go find a good bunch of roses to help cheer her up!”

[Ivak]

Zenobia eyes flickered dangerously, hearing the voices.
Gabriel rolled his eyes, obviously disapproving of the situation. He scowled. "Great. More strangers." he grumbled. Zenobia glared.
"Shut up!" she hissed at him, slapping the fallen angel across the face.
Gabriel was toppled over by the forceful hit, and he landed roughly on the ground, grunting loudly.
Zenobia moved around the bush, silver-tinted eyes landing on the two.
"Oh." she said, almost disappointed. She was looking for two mortals that she might've been able to sink her teeth into.
She stood there, arms crossed. Her face was fixed in a penetrating stare. "It's just a couple of vamps."

Gabriel came around the corner, rubbing his cheek. "Why did you have to hit me so hard?" he growled.
The vampriss glared at the angel coldly.
"Because you're an idiot." Gabriel scowled at her, making a face before disappearing behind the bush again, out of sight.

Zenobia returned her gaze to the two vampires, still looking unimpressed.
"What are you two doing here?" she asked, annoyed