[closed]

[deservesadaisy]

Who: Ivan and Daniil
What: Ivan gets tired of waiting for Daniil to stop hanging up on him.
Where: Ivan's tracked down Daniil's current residence in Gidd, like a ninja
When: Newdi evening
Notes:
Warnings: None yet, but they're hideous men. Give them time.

Ivan does not have a lot of patience left. Between Ilde being gone... well, mainly Ilde being gone, but the militia attack as well, he supposes - he is out of sorts and disinclined to play at the charming persona he cultivates. There are only three people in Baedal who've seen behind it. He doesn't want to inflict himself on Njoki, and he wasn't over-fond of Mitchell's company before knowing he'd shagged Daisy.

So he turns up on Daniil's doorstep with an authoritative rap on the door. At least this way, he can't be hung up on.

Comments

[dvoryanstvo]

"Do we, any of us?" Which is as valid a point as it would be to note that Ivan isn't exactly the king of forthcoming himself, which Daniil is not doing because he is the bigger man, thank you.

[deservesadaisy]

"Neither of us, at least." He would argue that some people rather did. "Regardless, progress is going slow, but happening. I've been trying to decide how far I want to be directly involved, since being directly involved ended poorly in Bristol."

[dvoryanstvo]

He doesn't say 'I told you so' there, either, but Ivan has known him long enough to know when he's holding back that statement. It's come up often enough.

"You know I feel on politics." That they can fuck off, yes.

[deservesadaisy]

"I know. And I usually agree. But I also feel letting being poisoned pass is a bit..." He searches for the word he wants. "I can't just leave, and I don't want to set a precedent."

[dvoryanstvo]

Or, Daniil supposes, have it set for him. He can grant that. "You were poisoned?"

[deservesadaisy]

Ivan grimaces. "Things had gotten... delicate. They were cracking down on the willing food supply, even on bags. Blood substitute, for those who can live on it. They were starving us to the point of riot, and then gave it a push." Ivan hadn't refrained from hunting out of compunction, but there'd been too many eyes to do it reliably.

[dvoryanstvo]

It's more than mildly surreal to be in a city where vampires are so well known as to be a publicly integrated segment of the population, where the politics of the city have a direct give and take in influence-- disturbing, he thinks, having been long accustomed to a certain degree of separation. It's interesting to experience, but the novelty is already fast wearing off.

"Out of the frying pan." And into the fire.

[deservesadaisy]

"Just so." Bleakly humorous: "Almost serves me right for trying anything in a bag." Almost.

[dvoryanstvo]

"You will not again." Of that he's confident.

[deservesadaisy]

"No," he agrees, "once was more than enough." An addict's promises are sometimes suspect, but even so.

"Still. Whatever they want, they've got it or are trying another tack; things have lulled."