In hiding we remain
Mar. 10th, 2007 02:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So, someone on
sgastoryfinders asked for a story that might be a fusion with the World of Darkness, and all I can think is 'Oh gods, let that story be out there somewhere,' because I've been thinking about that for a while.
Elizabeth would be Ventrue, Prince of the city and all quiet calm until someone threatened what was hers and then you'd understand why she's Primogen, why she's Prince.
And Ronon would be Gangrel, because even though he knows why the city is a necessity, why the clan needs the Camarilla, all he wants to do is find wide open spaces and run.
And Teyla's Toredor, every movement, every thought cut through with utter grace, and wondering why, when people look at her, they can't see that she'd rather be running with Ronon than playing the careful games of manipulation Elizabeth is so good at.
Carson's Tzimisce, melding flesh and bone and skin, because what's better than saving life than creating it.
I spent so long thinking Rodney would be Tremere. Science to magic, equations to alchemy, but it seemed wrong, off. And it's because he's not Tremere, he's Malkavian. Clarity and thought and understanding wrapped up in a world that's not quite right. The light dances in his mind, moving his thoughts one degree to the left, and only the shadows make it right again. And that makes sense, because John's Lasombra, wrapping his shadows around Rodney like a caress.
And they know that Camarilla and Sabbat should never lay with each other, but it doesn't matter, doesn't mean anything. Because blood takes them one way but it all tastes like ashes in the end.
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Elizabeth would be Ventrue, Prince of the city and all quiet calm until someone threatened what was hers and then you'd understand why she's Primogen, why she's Prince.
And Ronon would be Gangrel, because even though he knows why the city is a necessity, why the clan needs the Camarilla, all he wants to do is find wide open spaces and run.
And Teyla's Toredor, every movement, every thought cut through with utter grace, and wondering why, when people look at her, they can't see that she'd rather be running with Ronon than playing the careful games of manipulation Elizabeth is so good at.
Carson's Tzimisce, melding flesh and bone and skin, because what's better than saving life than creating it.
I spent so long thinking Rodney would be Tremere. Science to magic, equations to alchemy, but it seemed wrong, off. And it's because he's not Tremere, he's Malkavian. Clarity and thought and understanding wrapped up in a world that's not quite right. The light dances in his mind, moving his thoughts one degree to the left, and only the shadows make it right again. And that makes sense, because John's Lasombra, wrapping his shadows around Rodney like a caress.
And they know that Camarilla and Sabbat should never lay with each other, but it doesn't matter, doesn't mean anything. Because blood takes them one way but it all tastes like ashes in the end.