Growing In the Dark

[deservesadaisy]

Who: Ivan and Ilde
What: Checking in.
Where: Ivan's apartment.
When: Sometime around Sukkardi, give or take.
Notes: None so far.
Warnings: Ditto.

Ivan hasn't been answering his CiD for a few days. In part because, even with Njoki's remedy, his face still feels terrible. In part, however, he's been thinking a great deal. He'd laughed off the growing anti-vampire sentiment for a time, but now it was clear to him that more was going on than simply fear and prejudice. By the time he was well enough to leave his apartment regularly again, he wanted to have a plan in mind, and he had little time for keeping up to date with the Network beyond news postings.

Comments

[deservesadaisy]

"When it happened or just now?" he asks, wry. "It was," to both, though more the one than the other.

[rhinemaid]

Either answer suffices, judging by the little hum of assent; Ilde's mercurial mood is veering in a new direction, lazily entertained by the concept of macing a vampire and vaguely enamoured of the way his healing skin feels under the pad of her thumb. (The fae, like cats, have a little bit of sadism about them.) "You'll live." For a given value of living, and her hands are moving further afield.

[deservesadaisy]

"So they tell me." His attention drifts down to her neck, as it will. "I won't even have a dashing scar to show for it."

[rhinemaid]

"I'm sure I could get my hands on some holy water if you want something more deliberate-" her voice rises on the last word, somewhere between a response to what he's doing and a laugh.

[deservesadaisy]

He bites the base of her throat, though not hard enough to draw blood. (Yet.) "I think I'll manage without, but it's a very thoughtful suggestion."