Solène d’Courteaux regarded her new abode with a scrutinous eye. The apartment was a humble, but comfortable affair- one bedroom, one bathroom, with a blended kitchen and living room. Modest furniture and the occasional decoration garnished the place with a cozy feel, so much so that Solène almost felt like she was intruding. Thick, heavy curtains blocking off every window, however, sunlight-absorbing carpets of dark fabric, made clear that this place was truly hers.
Its new owner stood in the entryway, taking it all in. This would be her new home, for a time. It was nothing special, but certainly better than the safe house she’d holed up in for some time beforehand. Even that old place wasn’t worth complaining about, not truly; after all, it was an inconvenience born of success, a tangible product of her well-laid plans coming to spectacular fruition. This, too, was a delicious fruit straight from the tree she had nurtured for decades. The thought made Solène smirk.
Of course, if she simply holed up in her room all the time, the vampiress was about to have an incredibly dull few…months? Years? Her kindred didn’t tend to forget slights easily, so it was entirely possible that cleaning things up could take a decade or two. Luckily, she had no intention of doing so. After all, even fresh into this world as she was, someone had already caught her interest…
A quick pad brought Solène to her kitchen, a well-stocked space that would almost certainly go underutilized during her time here. At least for now, she had already gotten some use out of it: a tray of steaming cookies, fresh from the oven, sat pretty atop her counter, gloriously crisp yet conspicuously bare. She was no chef (in fact, she’d only made meals once or twice before) but following instructions had been easy enough, even if it left the results somewhat plain. Well, sugar cookies were likely a safe option, regardless, especially since she had no concept of what their intended recipient might like. For all she knew, it could be snickerdoodle, and that was a tad beyond her at the moment.
Topping them off with at least SOME kind of glazing was tempting, but the white-haired woman eventually settled for stacking them high on a serving plate and making her way over, since the sun had set some time ago. It wasn’t exactly a long way from apartment 201 to apartment 202, much as it may have felt otherwise in that moment- seconds seemed to stretch on as Solène’s mind raced with the rampant possibility inherent to new experiences. She’d never extended a greeting like this, not in all her time alive. Similar, sure, but those were all calculated, political. It was terrifying, on some level, but any lingering malaise she might have felt about the moment was utterly lost in the soft thrum of her excitement.
Solène lingered outside the door for a moment longer. Then, she wrapped her knuckles firmly, carefully, against the wood, managing her strength to ensure she didn’t bust it open on accident. All the while, a careful smile sat on her face, apprehensive and enthusiastic in equal measure as it showed off those sharp fangs.
“Bonjour~ This is your new neighbor speaking!” Her voice was a high, friendly song, tinged with the clear flavoring of her homeland. There were much more direct methods to get into contact, of course, but she preferred not to start off with that sort of impression. Besides, doing things the human way was…rather nice, in its simplicity. “I bring gifts!”
