isolt griffin
It is this hour, this state of pergatory between darkest night and the birth of a new day, that is the very loneliest. It is in this limbo-like suspension of time that Isolt finds herself lamenting the decided lack of companionship highlighted treacherously by the quietude that seemed to fill so thickly every shaded corner of her apartment. Damon was away on whatever presumably mischievous tirades he and Davante saw fit to indulge in given the lateness (or earliness, it was all relative now) of the hour and Nadya had long ago set herself and the twins to a restful night's sleep. It was this quietude, this near absolute certainty of her own solitary existance that made the light rapping at her door all the more surprising.

Carefully does the flame-crowned girl sashay the relatively short distance from her quarters to the front door, her bare feet soundless even against the care-worn hardwood that adorned most of the communal spaces of the aparment. Sharing such close quarters with infants had instilled an almost feline grace within the vampire, her comings and goings guaranteed to leave the youngsters undisturbed in the peaceful utopia of their innocent slumber. The supple fabric of the sage dress she wore billows beautifully about her slender frame as Isolt slowly and easily opens the door to the stranger beyond, her forever youthful features contorting into an expression of polite surprise moments before a warm smile slides unto her crimson lips.

"Oh, Tet, hi," she whipsers breathily, standing aside so that he might enter. Hard to contain is the surprise she experiences at his quite obviously unexpected presence. Farcical would it have been for her to deny that she reminisced oft and fondly over the evening she had spent exploring the vast and literal treasures of his "Ark", the small intimacies which he had bestowed upon her certainly not forgotten... though nor was the unobjectionable state of his inebriation that night, or the near-absolute silence he had treated her to during the dinner they had all shared thereafter. These were the weights to tug at whatever glee there was to be had in his appearance, to pull holes into the theory that he might have come to seek her presence. And so she disgards the notion quickly, turning a kindly and demurely warm simper on him as she closes the door. "Nadya and the twins are still asleep, but you're welcome to wait for them here if you'd like. Can I get you anything?"