Her ears perked at her sister's voice. The door didn't even creak when she'd opened it, which was both good and bad, Dayle thought.
"Only some. My bath didn't turn out quite as release-filled as I'd hoped." Wryly commented, she smirked up at her sister as she received the kiss on her forehead. "Join me for a few moments? You smell wonderful. Like fresh air, with a hint of..." Curling her legs to allow sitting room, Dayle sniffed lightly, tilting her head as if following the scent. "Cologne?"
Blinking, Dayle sat up and looked at her sister quizzically.
Home Away From Home... (attn: Dayle)
Ysabel stood in the middle of the bedroom. The condo they'd bought was a lovely little place, in the heart of Nachton, large for a city-dwelling. But she felt slightly lost in it.
It was a unique sensation, being so far away from home for the first time, yet being this close to the seat of her clan. Home, but not home. At least she'd meet some more of her kind, and she looked forward to that.
Ysabel gave a little sigh and looked around. Furniture was neatly placed in her bedroom, the upstairs bedroom. Dayle had insisted she take it because of the spacious closet. She did have the larger more delicate wardrobe, but she felt a little bad anyway. Dayle would have liked this room and Ysabel didn't have a huge preference. Really, the condo was just a little sanctuary for them to stay together in; someplace to bring friends. She hoped to be able to spend a large amount of her time at the Manor.
The bed and the bureau weren't hers, in fact. She wanted her own belongings at the Manor, and they would be delivered there soon. Ysabel had figured that since she was living on her own for the first time in her life, she would have all new things.
But she didn't quite know what to do... there were piles of boxes everywhere, and she had no one to direct in their unpacking. She wasn't exactly opposed to doing it herself, not really... it just seemed like such a chore. So for the moment, she just stood and felt a little out of place.
Dayle
18 years ago
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel sniffed. She hadn't noticed any one particular scent, but she'd wandered all over the Gardens with Ambrose and Aaron both.
As Dayle moved her legs out of the way, Ysabel sat beside her on the couch. She was watching Lost, a show Ysabel could never get accustomed to. There was a certain amount of suspense involved, and Ysabel would normally rather avoid that.
In semi-answer to her twin's question, Ysabel smiled. "I went for a walk at Vesper."
That, she felt, was all she really needed to say. Dayle was clever enough to draw her own assumptions, whether they be that Ysabel found a snack, a companion, and escort, or all three. She considered it a bit, though, and decided to give up a bit more information.
"I do, however, have a date this weekend. Oh. And that reminds me. I need to call the historical society and see if I might start working a bit earlier than I'd anticipated."
She'd lied to explain away her manner of dress, and it wouldn't do for Yuu, Aaron, or Ambrose to stop by and inquire after one of her tours... and be told she hadn't yet begun working.
As Dayle moved her legs out of the way, Ysabel sat beside her on the couch. She was watching Lost, a show Ysabel could never get accustomed to. There was a certain amount of suspense involved, and Ysabel would normally rather avoid that.
In semi-answer to her twin's question, Ysabel smiled. "I went for a walk at Vesper."
That, she felt, was all she really needed to say. Dayle was clever enough to draw her own assumptions, whether they be that Ysabel found a snack, a companion, and escort, or all three. She considered it a bit, though, and decided to give up a bit more information.
"I do, however, have a date this weekend. Oh. And that reminds me. I need to call the historical society and see if I might start working a bit earlier than I'd anticipated."
She'd lied to explain away her manner of dress, and it wouldn't do for Yuu, Aaron, or Ambrose to stop by and inquire after one of her tours... and be told she hadn't yet begun working.
Dayle
18 years ago
Dayle muted the volume on the TV and shifted somewhat to look at her sister. "A walk, huh. A walk alone, downwind from someone with entirely too much cologne on?" She pushed her bare toes under her twin's leg. "A walk with a dashing young chap who just happened to appear like moths do when you turn on a light? You don't have the 'flush' so I'm thinking you didn't get anything to eat." Stroking her hands up and down her unclothed legs, she realized it had gotten chilly. "And you have a date! That's wonderful. Noontime walk through the gardens again, or dinner and dancing? You know the historical society will be glad to take you on, especially since you told them you didn't want to start til next week. But," she mused as she shifted mental gears, "I am a bit peckish and I was feeling listless so I pulled out the telly, but I want to get out of the house. There's a whole big city here and we might be here a while. Might as well get used to it."
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel gave Dayle a fairly impish smile. "Two dashing young chaps, if you must know. And no, I had thought to maybe get a snack but if you'd believe it, Vesper was entirely too busy for it. Who'd have thought it, in a garden at night?"
Dayle's inquiry about her date wasn't unexpected. "The opera... I think. Although I'm a little nervous about it. You know how the lobbies in those places have all kinds of lights and mirrors and I'm entirely too worried that the man will think I'm crazy when I start stumbling around like a blind bat."
She didn't point out the obvious fact; that she had just been out and had returned home with the intention of finishing her unpacking. Ysabel would do just about anything where Dayle was concerned, so if her sister wanted to go out, back out she would go.
"What did you have in mind, love? I'm not opposed to a snack, myself."
That much was true, at any rate. Ambrose was off her appetizer list for the time being, so she still had a little craving to feed.
She did, however, spare a glance at her sister's barely-clothed form. "Hadn't we ought to maybe put some clothing on first though, or are you going to do it my way by drawing attention to yourself and choosing from there?"
Dayle's inquiry about her date wasn't unexpected. "The opera... I think. Although I'm a little nervous about it. You know how the lobbies in those places have all kinds of lights and mirrors and I'm entirely too worried that the man will think I'm crazy when I start stumbling around like a blind bat."
She didn't point out the obvious fact; that she had just been out and had returned home with the intention of finishing her unpacking. Ysabel would do just about anything where Dayle was concerned, so if her sister wanted to go out, back out she would go.
"What did you have in mind, love? I'm not opposed to a snack, myself."
That much was true, at any rate. Ambrose was off her appetizer list for the time being, so she still had a little craving to feed.
She did, however, spare a glance at her sister's barely-clothed form. "Hadn't we ought to maybe put some clothing on first though, or are you going to do it my way by drawing attention to yourself and choosing from there?"
Dayle
18 years ago
"Two!?" Dayle's note of incredulity couldn't be mistaken. "Two. Dashing young chaps. Blimey, Amy, how the hell do you do it?" Sighing expansively, she perked up and grinned. "Well if the vampire population is as large in this city so as to support at least two clans, a lot of things would tend to be open to the night life."
She listened to her sister's concerns about the opera. Nodding, she suggested, "Ask him to take you in through a side entrance, or tell him in advance about your aversion to bright lights. If he's a true gentleman, he'll be able to figure something out. Especially," she amended, her voice taking on a note of haughtiness, "if he wants to be worthy for Lady Ysabel Yolgrave!"
Giggling, she thought she detected a tinge of "I don't wanna" in her sister's voice. "I'd offer to bring something home, but you know my luck with that."
She noticed Ysabel's glance at her body. "You're already clothed enough for the both of us, sweetie," she quipped, and leaned forward to give her sister a kiss on the cheek. "I don't quite think I could pull off the Renaissance-era fetish but-not-fetish wardrobe you've got going on, not with the same panache and style." She placed a gentle hand on Ysabel's other cheek, she gave her a resounding smacking kiss on the same cheek she'd kissed a moment ago, then giggled. "If it really pans out, I might need to attend the Amy's School of Victorian Seduction."
Patting her sister's knee as she stood, she leaned to shut the television. "I could eat," she said, turning back to their plans for the night, resting her bottom on the edge of the TV stand, "but I also just want to go out. If you don't want to, you don't have to come, I know you did just come back from almost two hours of walking and flirting." She winked.
She listened to her sister's concerns about the opera. Nodding, she suggested, "Ask him to take you in through a side entrance, or tell him in advance about your aversion to bright lights. If he's a true gentleman, he'll be able to figure something out. Especially," she amended, her voice taking on a note of haughtiness, "if he wants to be worthy for Lady Ysabel Yolgrave!"
Giggling, she thought she detected a tinge of "I don't wanna" in her sister's voice. "I'd offer to bring something home, but you know my luck with that."
She noticed Ysabel's glance at her body. "You're already clothed enough for the both of us, sweetie," she quipped, and leaned forward to give her sister a kiss on the cheek. "I don't quite think I could pull off the Renaissance-era fetish but-not-fetish wardrobe you've got going on, not with the same panache and style." She placed a gentle hand on Ysabel's other cheek, she gave her a resounding smacking kiss on the same cheek she'd kissed a moment ago, then giggled. "If it really pans out, I might need to attend the Amy's School of Victorian Seduction."
Patting her sister's knee as she stood, she leaned to shut the television. "I could eat," she said, turning back to their plans for the night, resting her bottom on the edge of the TV stand, "but I also just want to go out. If you don't want to, you don't have to come, I know you did just come back from almost two hours of walking and flirting." She winked.
Ysabel
18 years ago
"True. I should have expected it to be busy. Oh, and I did get a little information on regular restaurants in the area. If you want that sort of thing." Ysabel wrinkled her nose playfully at her sister.
She had considered just telling Ambrose about her problem with lights, but she had to be deaf, dumb, and blind not to notice he'd already given her mode of dress a curious glance or two. She wasn't wiling to scare him off with her personal oddities before they even had a chance to go out. She settled instead for giving back as good as she got, matching Dayle's haughty tone and giving a little sniff of derision. "Technically, it is Elsa's turn to be Lady Yolgrave," she pointed out, "although you must admit I do fit the role every bit as well."
At Dayle's disclaimer that her luck wasn't as good as her sister's when it came to meals, Ysabel shook her head. "You've never lacked for suitors of your own," she pointed out, "and you've never failed to provide for us when it was necessary, however you managed it."
That brought a mental image of Dayle clubbing some hapless human over the head and dragging him back to their condo... which caused a resulting shower of giggles.
Ysabel pulled herself back together to shake her head and say, "No, I'll come along with you. Even though I'm absolutely exhausted from my flirtations... a lady's work is never done!"
She affected an air of absolute lethargy, leaning back on the couch and putting the back of one hand dramatically to her forehead. Peeking out from under her wrist at Dayle, she winked. "I'll wait for you here."
She had considered just telling Ambrose about her problem with lights, but she had to be deaf, dumb, and blind not to notice he'd already given her mode of dress a curious glance or two. She wasn't wiling to scare him off with her personal oddities before they even had a chance to go out. She settled instead for giving back as good as she got, matching Dayle's haughty tone and giving a little sniff of derision. "Technically, it is Elsa's turn to be Lady Yolgrave," she pointed out, "although you must admit I do fit the role every bit as well."
At Dayle's disclaimer that her luck wasn't as good as her sister's when it came to meals, Ysabel shook her head. "You've never lacked for suitors of your own," she pointed out, "and you've never failed to provide for us when it was necessary, however you managed it."
That brought a mental image of Dayle clubbing some hapless human over the head and dragging him back to their condo... which caused a resulting shower of giggles.
Ysabel pulled herself back together to shake her head and say, "No, I'll come along with you. Even though I'm absolutely exhausted from my flirtations... a lady's work is never done!"
She affected an air of absolute lethargy, leaning back on the couch and putting the back of one hand dramatically to her forehead. Peeking out from under her wrist at Dayle, she winked. "I'll wait for you here."
Dayle
18 years ago
Gasping, shocked and affecting injury, Dayle snorted. "You're lucky we haven't gotten throw pillows for the sofa yet, because I'd be tempted to either throw one at you or smother you with it."
Sticking her tongue playfully out at her sister, she marched into her room, giggling. Calling enough for Ysabel to hear her, she said, "Not that that would work real well, after all."
Standing in front of the closet near the front wall, Dayle stared at the clothes she had available. She didn't want to dress in a skirt, and wasn't really in the mood for slacks. When she noticed she didn't have a suitable dress available, she made frustrated flubber noises at herself, and pulled a white, lacy blouse out. Reaching behind the blouses, she tugged on a knee-length, black skirt, and tossed them on the bed. Sticking her feet into the pile of shoes at the bottom of the closet, she pulled out a pair of strappy heels. She didn't much like the rhinestones, but then, it did go with the rest of her outfit.
Spritzing some perfume from her vanity into the air, she stepped into the cloud. Pulling the skirt on, she slipped into the shoes. Holding the collar of the blouse, she walked into the living room with a little difficulty - the high pile carpet was bad for heels. "Remind me not to wear heels in the house," she requested.
Moving over to the dining room table, she tugged on the blouse and picked up her purse. "Cab or walk?"
Sticking her tongue playfully out at her sister, she marched into her room, giggling. Calling enough for Ysabel to hear her, she said, "Not that that would work real well, after all."
Standing in front of the closet near the front wall, Dayle stared at the clothes she had available. She didn't want to dress in a skirt, and wasn't really in the mood for slacks. When she noticed she didn't have a suitable dress available, she made frustrated flubber noises at herself, and pulled a white, lacy blouse out. Reaching behind the blouses, she tugged on a knee-length, black skirt, and tossed them on the bed. Sticking her feet into the pile of shoes at the bottom of the closet, she pulled out a pair of strappy heels. She didn't much like the rhinestones, but then, it did go with the rest of her outfit.
Spritzing some perfume from her vanity into the air, she stepped into the cloud. Pulling the skirt on, she slipped into the shoes. Holding the collar of the blouse, she walked into the living room with a little difficulty - the high pile carpet was bad for heels. "Remind me not to wear heels in the house," she requested.
Moving over to the dining room table, she tugged on the blouse and picked up her purse. "Cab or walk?"
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel smiled her approval at Dayle's appearance. It wasn't as lovely as she remembered her sister from centuries ago, when they would both wear the same lovely gowns and gauzy materials, and both wear their wheat-gold locks piled on top of their heads... but of course, she and Dayle were twins and therefore Dayle must look beautiful when she put forth the effort.
"Smashing," she said to her sister. "And it's up to you entirely. Cab or walk, either way is fine with me."
As usual, she was amenable to any option. Ysabel had thought Dayle might get used to making all the decisions of that nature, but her sister still asked her opinion. Ysabel did offer it... on some topics, but on this she truly was ambivalent. Neither method mattered to her, so long as they reached a stopping point and returned home eventually.
"Smashing," she said to her sister. "And it's up to you entirely. Cab or walk, either way is fine with me."
As usual, she was amenable to any option. Ysabel had thought Dayle might get used to making all the decisions of that nature, but her sister still asked her opinion. Ysabel did offer it... on some topics, but on this she truly was ambivalent. Neither method mattered to her, so long as they reached a stopping point and returned home eventually.
Dayle
18 years ago
Dayle let out a breath as her sister put back the question to her. She really did wish her sister would sometimes just make a decision. They'd been together long enough to know neither would immediately trash a choice. "If it's all the same to you, I'd love to walk to Vesper, at least to get to know the route, and we can call a cab from there."
She moved in front of the sofa and reached her hands out to help her sister to her feet.
"You think my attire lying on the couch was minimal? I wore the same thing when I ran out to throw the telly box in the trashcans." She couldn't hide an impish smile; she knew her sister probably would have guessed that she'd done it, but it seemed to help keep their relationship light when they could share "haha" moments like that. "Even if it was second hand," Dayle thought.
She moved in front of the sofa and reached her hands out to help her sister to her feet.
"You think my attire lying on the couch was minimal? I wore the same thing when I ran out to throw the telly box in the trashcans." She couldn't hide an impish smile; she knew her sister probably would have guessed that she'd done it, but it seemed to help keep their relationship light when they could share "haha" moments like that. "Even if it was second hand," Dayle thought.
Ysabel
18 years ago
"That's fine by me," Ysabel said. "In the absence of a conscious preference, we can simply do both!"
Ysabel took Dayle's hands and hopped to her feet, laughing at the image of Dayle running about outside in nothing but her cami and panties. She was hardly surprised, but she couldn't help a little gentle ribbing.
"You see? That's the trouble for you. It's your timing. Do that when there are more men wandering about, and you'd have easily topped my two!"
Ysabel took Dayle's hands and hopped to her feet, laughing at the image of Dayle running about outside in nothing but her cami and panties. She was hardly surprised, but she couldn't help a little gentle ribbing.
"You see? That's the trouble for you. It's your timing. Do that when there are more men wandering about, and you'd have easily topped my two!"
Dayle
18 years ago
Dayle sighed and shook her head. "Not in this neighborhood. We've got mostly grandparently types. I think I might have given a heart attack to one of them, if they'd seen me."
She extended her elbow to her sister. "I wouldn't mind even having a woman staring at my bottom, at least then I'd know I'm not completely hopeless."
When Ysabel took her arm, Dayle walked them both to the front door and, locking it behind them, began their walk together to Vesper Gardens.
(( Dayle and Ysabel out ))
She extended her elbow to her sister. "I wouldn't mind even having a woman staring at my bottom, at least then I'd know I'm not completely hopeless."
When Ysabel took her arm, Dayle walked them both to the front door and, locking it behind them, began their walk together to Vesper Gardens.
(( Dayle and Ysabel out ))