Gathering Post

[lcrpg_npc]

The Queen's official birthday celebrations might wait for the better, brighter weather of June, instead of the actual date just passed, but there was no lack of things to do in London this week, even if it was cooler and damper than the week before. St. George's day festivities were scattered throughout the city, competing with celebrations of the four hundredth anniversary of Shakespeare's death. Getting around the city could be even more difficult than usual on Sunday, with multiple streets closed off for the London marathon.

There were exhibits - everything from graphic design to a survey of Sicilian history to the influence of underwear. And the same level of diversity could be found whether you were in the mood for music, theatre, good food, or late night fun. There was something for everyone, and no matter your plans - or lack of plans - you never quite knew what you were going to find, or who might find you.



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[winter_wisp]

Winter nodded, eagerly polishing off his drink, then pausing to find a bin.

The pixie wasn't one to litter, no matter how excited and eager he was.

[thenorthman]

"Do I get a drink, first?" Eric asked conversationally, stepping closer to the pixie again.

[winter_wisp]

Winter hesitated, aware that this was exactly the sort of thing Willy and Fin didn't want him doing. Rushing off with strangers, being reckless... But Eric seemed nice. He had bought him coffee, taken him to see an opera. Surely this was safe.

He had seen vampires in films, and so he felt somewhat sure he was doing this right as he nodded nervously and tiled his head slightly to one side, offering his neck.

Even to a mortal's nose, Winter smelled sweet. Like pink Moscato and hard candy- Or chocolate cake and butter cream frosting. It sort of depended on the pixie's mood and what he'd been nibbling on all day, really.

[thenorthman]

It was the scent beyond the sweets that drew Eric in more than anything. He dropped fangs as he put a hand on Winter's waist, his other one ending up on his back, and when his fangs pierced skin, it was almost delicately.

Manuel had been delicious. Winter was something else altogether, better, sweeter and more heady than anything Eric had ever tasted. It was an effort to pull back after a few sips, and he licked his lips, his breath short, before licking over the wound until it stopped bleeding so much. His breath was still a little short, and he told the pixie, in a rare moment of nothing but honesty, with no ulterior motive, "Thank you, Winter."

[winter_wisp]

Winter had expected pain, had tensed nervously in anticipation even. ...But the pain wasn't nearly as terrible as he'd expected, not really. He wouldn't have said it was nice, nice wasn't what it was at all, but rather than cry out and pull away, Winter only whimpered softly, surprised by the way the act made his body buzz and his skin flush pink.

"You're welcome," he said quietly, fingertips brushing over the spot where teeth had been, and finding himself feeling a bit dizzy.

[thenorthman]

"Can you heal yourself?" Eric asked, then only remembered to retract his fangs, using his thumb to wipe any blood that would have escaped his lips.

[winter_wisp]

Winter still looked a little flustered and dazed, but he nodded, glancing around to be sure they were unseen, then closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, letting his magic do what it could.

There was a slight glow to him, his hair going shock white and eyes appearing even more blue than usual. When the glow faded, Winter was healed.

[thenorthman]

"That's... not very discreet," Eric remarked once Winter was done. He could feel the warmth of Winter's blood coursing through him, and it made him slightly unfocused, compared to the way he normally was.

[winter_wisp]

"No," Winter admitted. "We're alone though, it's safe. ...Isn't it?" he asked, moving to stand closer to Eric as he looked around again.

He saw no one though.

[thenorthman]

"We're alone," Eric confirmed, after a beat. "And you might have heard this before, but you taste fucking marvelous."

[winter_wisp]

Winter seemed pleased by that praise, and puffed up slightly. "I'm delicious. Though no one has tasted my blood before. Only my skin, and other things," he added, aiming to be discreet, but just missing the mark.

[thenorthman]

Brief amusement flitted across Eric's features. "Do me a favor, though. Don't let any vampire have a taste. Not all of us have my restraint, and I'd hate for something to happen to you."

[winter_wisp]

Winter seemed to think about that for a moment, then nodded his agreement.

"Okay, I will not let the others of your kin taste me," he agreed with a nod.

He looked up then, as though reading the stars, then frowned slightly. "It's late now, I should go home. My brother and Phouka worry if I am out too late."

[thenorthman]

That was more than Eric had asked for, but he wasn't going to frown on it, on the contrary.

"Do you want me to fly you home?" he offered.

[winter_wisp]

Winter looked thoughtful, then shook his head.

"No, the moon is singing to me. I'll walk," he decided, resting one hand on Eric's arm, then pushing up onto his toes to kiss his new friend's cheek.

"Thank you again for taking me to see the opera. It was lovely. I hope we meet again soon."

[thenorthman]

Eric had to steel himself to let Winter kiss his cheek, although it didn't show, given how immovable he looked by default. "Take care of yourself, Winter," Eric told him, with the warmth he physically felt.

[winter_wisp]

Winter laughed, the sound like bells, then nodded as he turned to leave.