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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[thenorthman]

Eric smiled at that, approving and slightly dangerous. "Let's get you a drink."

[winter_wisp]

Winter made a happy little chirping sound, all sweetness and innocence as he reached and took Eric's hand in his.

There was nothing sentimental about it, Winter was simply very tactile and affectionate once he felt at ease around someone.

[thenorthman]

Eric looked mildly perplexed, and when they reached the doors to the theatre, he took his hand back to usher Winter inside with a hand on his back. And he kept his hand to himself afterwards; he unsurprisingly wasn't much for hand holding. "The same?"

[winter_wisp]

Winter didn't even seem to notice, peeping happily and nodding.

"Please, thank you," he chirped, practically bouncing.

[thenorthman]

Eric quickly enough got him another drink from the bar, holding it out to him with a smirk. Not even a little wise, no.

[winter_wisp]

Winter accepted it greedily, and happily sipped away, letting the booze buzz through him, but looking up when the lights started slowly blinking.

"Oh, is it beginning again already? I'm not sure my heart is ready."

[thenorthman]

"Let's take your glass up with us," Eric offered, with another hand on the pixie's back to direct him back towards the stairs.

[winter_wisp]

Winter peeped, then nodded as he followed along, Back in the box, Winter curled up happily in his seat, sipping his drink and glowing just a tiny bit.

[thenorthman]

Eric noticed while the lights were still on, and turned his head to watch the pixie. After a few seconds, he noted, "You're glowing, and the lights are about to go off."

[winter_wisp]

Winter looked down at himself, then laughed, the sound almost like bells.

"Sorry," the pixie said, forcing his glow away and grinning to himself.

[thenorthman]

"Try and keep a lid on that during the performance," Eric recommanded as the lights finally dimmed.

[winter_wisp]

Winter was, actually, on best behaviour. By the end of the performance he was completely engrossed, and he seemed a bit sad to see it all end.

"Can we see it again?" he asked, not sure how this really worked. He knew it was sort of like what Fin did sometimes, but was it like the cinema? Could they just line up for another ticket?

[thenorthman]

"Not tonight," Eric answered with a small smile, glad to stay where he was while the crowd left. "But I'll get you more tickets if you like. The mad song didn't disturb you?"

[winter_wisp]

"No. No, I really enjoyed it," Winter said softly. "It was lovely. Thank you for inviting me."

[thenorthman]

"Thank you for not letting me sit here alone," Eric replied. "Did you want to try and catch the end of your concert?" He didn't know what time it was supposed to begin, and so when it might have ended, although the opera had been long.

[winter_wisp]

"I think it will be over now, but we could have more drinks if you want," Winter offered.

[thenorthman]

"I don't drink," Eric pointed out, with a hint of a smile, "anything but blood."

[winter_wisp]

Winter tilted his head slightly, then hummed.

"I don't know any bars that sell blood," the pixie replied.

[thenorthman]

"It isn't my night, is it," Eric remarked, but he was still smiling slightly.

[winter_wisp]

"What do you mean?" Winter asked, his head tilting in confusion.

[thenorthman]

"First I get stood up, and now we can't go and have drinks," Eric remarked, and stood, although he was in no hurry to get out. But stretching his legs, at least, was welcome.

[winter_wisp]

"Where do you usually get drinks?" Winter asked. "I will go with you if there's somewhere you can find what you favour."

[thenorthman]

"I usually get my drinks from willing humans," Eric answered. "At my club, for the most part, but I wouldn't want to take you there. You could cause a riot, smelling like you do."

[winter_wisp]

Winter misunderstood though, and let out an annoyed little huff.

"I smell very nice! I bathed just this morning," the pixie frowned.

[thenorthman]

"You smell much too nice to bring to a club full of vampires," Eric replied with a hint of a smile.