Thread: A Kiss From A Rose (atn: Lazarus) Posted by DeAnna Ross on August 30, 2009

He noticed her quite clearly and the warnings that Mr. Osgood told him were well warranted. He could easily fall for a woman of her caliber. He was stunning from top to bottom and head to toe. He tried his best not to make his affections anything less then professional. He did know from former dramatics for people less palpable that these types love there attition and others affection. Time to play nice, and put a fake smile on with all that she offers, her personal oppions included. For she is offering gifts that you could not find just anywhere. After all this shouldnt be to hard, she was after all abundantly actractive.

Lazarus politly took the ladys hand gently. He bowed formaly in a large gusture then lent in and kissed her knuckles gently. He looked to her softly and spoke "Madam I am your student, please teach me all you have to offer. You madam are my only shot at learning this."

"He's charming Ozzy dear... and handsome. I think I can teach him what he needs to learn and I assume this will be the last I hear of that dreadful affair from five years ago?" She arches an eyebrow.

Gregory nods. "Consider it forgotten. Lazarus will be a perfect gentleman and an eager student, as you can see for yourself Angelica. I suppose if there is nothing else, I can leave to the two of you to your business."

Angelica offers her hand to Gregory and he takes it, offers her a brief kiss and then spares a glance to Laz before departing. Once he's out of ear shot, Angelica will pat the seat beside her. "So... my dear Lazarus, what a wondeful name! Tell me, is it one you chose for yourself, one your sire granted you as so many Kings do, or is it something your mortal parents decided upon?"

Lazarus smiled to her inquisitive nature. He took a second to take her all in then let her out like a drag from a long needed cigarette, slow and enjoying to the last bit of air excaped him. He looked to her back to where his boss had just left. He smiled again to see them alone. He thought abit on her question.

"My mother chose it for me and my father agreed. My sire also liked it and thought it as a powerful name with its biblical implications. But madam you may call me Laz if you feel so inclined. I hope that what ever the matter between you two will produce good fruits with me being the student. And I guess in away i am the fruit of your labors. When would you like to begin Madam."

He was just as eager to learn as he was to make a good impression. He had been known abit for his temper and his sharp words. He had hoped to change a bit of that with her.

"We can begin now if you like?" she pauses and waits for a reply. Assuming Laz is okay with starting now she will say, "There is a small gray fuzzy that marks the carpet in the foyer. Find it but do not fall to your knees to do so. It would never do that a King should kneel." she smiles. "When you find it and bring it to me, I shall give you a reward for your good work."

He was confused by here slang. He wasnt sure what it ment for the word Fuzzy. To him it was a word to describe bad vision. He didnt understand what she was talking so politly he asked. He had heard the term used by other cattle before and he thoght he knew what she ment he was just not 100% sure like his blood demanded.

"Madam I am willing to learn everything I can from you. I hope that my learning will infact benefit my kins men to the fullest of its ability. How ever Madam I do not know what you mean by 'Fuzzy'. Is this is refference to a peice of lent, or string? A little more information madam and I will retreive the object in question if it takes me till the sun comes up."

He hoped that the sun would not come up before he could fetch this fuzzy

Angelica chuckles. "Forgive my vagueness, yes, a fuzzy is a small piece of lint... usually they come off of cotton or wool products and it is very tiny. This exercise will assist you in learning to refocus your eyes and push beyond what is natural for your eyes to do. Be careful not too push blood through your eyes though. I've found many a neonate who makes the mistake of crying blood tears in an effort to will their blood to give them better vision. It is more about the mind and less about the blood."

He now knew his task, and the meaning of the task. He took a moment to soak in her knowledge as she gave it to him. he was a sponge for her lessons. After she was done talking he nodded and took to the task. He made his way into the foyer. This task he could tell was going to take some time for him to compleat.

Hee re buttoned him self and stood in the foyer. He knew that with this ability that she was to teach him he should have to be on hands and knees with a fine tooth comb. Not that he would anyway, a King on his knees, he thought to him self "Not even if my life depended on it!" He saw all the people walking around and how nice it would be if they didnt happen to pick up this lent on there shoe and walk away with it.

He began to break the floor into a grid pattern. His eyes begin to comb the floor in search of this Fuzzy. He has to blink a few times when they would become to focused. He was afraid of going to far with it like she said. He very well couldnt pull a Virgin Mary out here. He took a deep breath shook his head a bit trying to get the kinks out. He looked down at the carpet again going slowly each ruffle each tuff of carpet.

Before he knew it he was able to see the dirt that sat upon it. His eyes started to move faster and faster from each untill they were able to seperate the carpet from the debris that laid with in it. It was something that he had never seen before and was astonished by his new descovery. If he had a heart beat it would have lept a few times. The strain of the focuse was starting to hurt his head.

He blinked again and like a beacon of light and fire it was there. He looked to it and blinked again, it came into focuse and was now compleatly noticable. He took a step toward it and got dizy. He reached for the host stand and in an effort to make him self not look any sillier then he did he told the host.

"They are new feet, Im still trying to break them in."

He could feel his mind spining as if something had connected for the first time, It was delightfuly painful. He took to his composure and rolled his sholders while taking care of a kink in his neck. He smiled again, he knew he was on the right path. He picked up the tiny peice of lent that would longer mark her carpets. He held it between his thumb and fore finger. It appeared to be a peice of cashmere that had come off a womans article of clothing.

He went back to her and smiled as he offered it to her almost child like with his arm fully extended and the object dangeling from his fingers.

"Madam what is your next test...Is it normal for beginers in this field to get a small head ach during the training." He knew he wasnt hungry it must have just been the focus he put onto the learning.

Angelica applauds a soft 'golf clap' for Lazarus' victory. "Very well done. So you're keen of sight... a good start and don't worry about the headache, it's a slight strain I'm sure it will pass." She stands up slowly, the fabric of her clothing flowing down her shapely form as if it was water.

"The trick to heightening your senses, if there is to be a trick to it at all, is really convincing yourself that you can see, smell, taste, feel things that you have spent a lifetime or more convincing yourself you could not. You must break free of conventional barriers set by your mind and reach beyond into the realm of the supernatural." She offers her hand, as if she's expecting to be escorted.

"For example you would not expect that you could count the number of ridges on my pad of my finger that I possess but, as we walk around meeting various humans of importance, I want you to try. Just gently play with my fingers." Her smile is all too suggestive. "And when we're done, I'll ask you what you learned... remember focus on feeling something more."