Gathering Post

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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]

"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.