#laurelaiwingates

Riona’s flush was evident even in the moonlight. “Thank you so much.” She fluttered them slowly.

Silver, who is not yet Silver at all, stiffens. He hates that the sound of the name from her lips doesn’t make him want to run. It should. By all rights, it should. Maybe he’s disconnected himself from it enough to be unbothered- or maybe he’s too secure in his place here to even think about fleeing from something as meaningless as a name.

“That’s not what they call me now,” he says quietly. He tells her his other name, the one Horst calls out in fondness and exasperation; the one Lucy giggles through when he makes her laugh. “Use that, or don’t call for me at all.”

He pats the wooden bench beside him, then scoots further up it to make room. The more he sees Laurelai, the easier it to associate her with the now and not the then.

"I wonder what would happen, if I turned someone like you."

    “Eeeeehhhhhh--”

There was a big, hesitated pause. Connor absolutely should not even begin to wonder the horrors of two monstrosities raging in his veins, considering the one he’s already dealing with.

"'Course not. Wouldn't kick anybody out if they need a place to stay." Truck watched the llamia curiously. She didn't seem to have the cocky disregard for others that many of their kind did, which was a nice change of pace. 

“I didnae mean it in a bad way,” Eilidh explained, feeling guilty about the misunderstanding and squirming a little under the weight of Laurelai’s hurt feelings. “Just that you’re...” What? Scary but a bit sexy? Sexy but a bit scary? The sort of woman Eilidh wouldn’t mind being a little scared of in bed? 

 “Oh? Really?” Laurelai blinked, her confusion deepening with Victor’s description. She had been up to much in the years since they had separated, and not one but several of her recent acquaintances could be described as dashing.

Or delicious. Or even dangerous.

    [so maybe she had a type. so what.]

Her eyes flicked past Victor to the door, her smile faltering.

  “I do not kill, or feed in my nest. It is too risky.” She replied on the subject of breakfast, then rising more fully to face her fledgling.

  “Who have you been following, mon cheré? Do you sew trouble for me?”

    “Forgive me. I’ll take her somewhere      inconspicuous and make sure she’s      never even seen this place.”

He couldn’t look away from Laurelai, his gaze roaming over the features he’d missed so much. There was nothing he wanted more than to just hold her body against his as they got tangled in her nest, but he learned patience from her. Still, he inched closer so he could kiss her cheek.

    “Sewing trouble? Never, I loathe to      inconvenience you.”

Or, at least his intention wasn’t to stir up trouble. Unfortunately, Victor somehow always fell into some sort of trouble ranging fully from a mishap to a catastrophe. At that moment, he was unaware of anything out of the ordinary, and he did take extra care to make sure nothing followed him to the tomb.

Not like any of those thoughts crossed his mind, not when there was so much new to talk about.

    “I suppose you and I have different views      on people. I’m afraid I didn’t catch his name,      but...”

He bit his lip with a soft huff.

“Listen, buddy, pal, friendo with so many teeth.         --You can’t stay out here on my balcony, you’re gonna give my partner a heart attack when he comes home.

  “Oh, Oui? I may not have told you, but that is also my waking-day. I have had five, now.” Laurelai was already smiling from ear to ear as she accepted the little pot of roses. Delighted by the gift, she sat down immediately (in the middle of the floor) to admire the tiny plant.

 “These are lovely, thank you! I have missed my roses, with the snow.” She gestured at one of the dusty stained glass windows, vaguely annoyed at the weather outside. “And I have missed you, too, cheré. I feared you had gone.”

    “Happy waking day! How very appropriate such      a day fall on one that ties closely to romance.”

In order to make her feel more comfortable, and to keep her neck from straining more importantly, he sat alongside her, pulling his legs in with a straight back.