angels and moths

[deservesadaisy]

Who: Ilde Decima and Ivan

What: something stupid

Where: a flat in Mafaton

When: a couple nights after the missions in (let's say Veerdi?)

Notes: they make the best decisions

Warnings: Mention of past abuse. Will almost certainly include sex and blood-drinking, though likely not explicit. Also, Ivan may be drunk later.


Ivan found, after dying twice, that one's sense of caution was somewhat eroded. Not completely, of course - years of habit and innate temperament saw to that - but really, what was the worst that could happen? He was strong enough in nearly all cases to make it a matter of letting him walk away or killing him. If the latter... well, he wasn't suicidal, but he was curious. Maybe the afterlife would be city on city, like nesting dolls. Maybe it would be better, or worse. Maybe it would eventually be oblivion.

But in the meanwhile, he may as well take a few risks and enjoy himself.

He sat on the balcony, smoking, and waiting for Ilde to arrive.

Comments

[rhinemaid]

Ilde had taken the train, for once, to get to Mafaton; it was easier more often than it wasn't to find her way by the river, but this was a ways out of the usual. (In a few different ways, in point of fact, but nevermind that.) She'd mentally reviewed what she was doing, what she wanted, and what she should probably be careful about while on her way (could you get an STD from a vampire? unlikely), but altogether she wasn't really so concerned.

A lot of things, she reflected, didn't really concern her the way they probably should have.

She knocked.