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it had been a whirlwind couple hours, coming back to life would've been a lot harder had she not found nikolas. he quickly got her back on her feet and she was grateful, but she also needed some time to mull it over. questions bounced in her mind and none of them had answers. it hadn't been made public knowledge, that eleanor was back from the dead so when people clamored around her, she couldn't help but become nervous. walking faster, she managed to get away from the crowd. a man's voiced caused her to jump, looking up at him she shrugged. "yeah, just not used to so many people looking at me." her eyes darted from the cigarette and back, she'd never smoked before but here she was craving some type of vice. "do you uhh, have another one of those?"

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twilight, again. darkened haze swept over the skies above, most parts of the town simmering down to lull themselves into the evening to slumber, or tranquil bliss though here in the midst of the french quarter, life still breathed heavily, souls welcoming the darkening skies, starting their night off right with a drink at roussea's, some even braving it without a drink in their system, lucien looked upon them fondly whilst they bustled passed. surely he thought they'd be having a drink later on. his midst of his back against the pole, long legs crossed at the ankle - somehow, he still stood upright. an inkiness consumed his light hues when a tourist popped in his line of site, it would be easy for lucien to take this solo tourist out of the world, lifting from the post he was about to make his way over when a small child came up to the man, it popped the illusion of feasting.

his back fell against the beam again, holding him very much upright, nimble fingers delve inside his pocket, fishing out cigarette and his lighter in the one motion and placed between his lips. he had just lit the cigarette when a commotion on the street caught his attention, people taking to the streets he assumed after the murders, swivel of his body brought him off his post when he collided with someone, it piqued his interest. he plucked the cigarette from his lips and tried to be mindful. ❝ you alright ? ❞ lucien asked, a hint of concern though that was for his suit more then the person.