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 didn't get the joke though, and only wondered where the glitter vampires lived, and how he could befriend one.

"...Oh. Well, I have blood. An abundance, probably. You can have some of mine if I may have a glass of wine," the pixie offered.

[thenorthman]

Eric watched the pixie for a few seconds, as if ascertaining that he was serious, and then nodded. "All right. That sounds fair." He even held his hand out to help him up. "Come on, then."

[winter_wisp]

Winter wasn't very good at long term planning. All he knew was he wanted wine and company, and he was getting that now. That's all he was thinking as he took the offered hand.

[thenorthman]

Eric reclaimed his hand as they reached the hall, to put it on Winter's back and steer him towards the door. "Let's take a walk and see what we can find in the area? Unless there's anywhere in particular you'd like to go."

[winter_wisp]

Winter hummed thoughtfully, deciding where he wished to go as they headed outside- Then came to a sudden stop outside a coffee shop advertising ice cold coffee drinks with caramel in them.

"I don't want wine, I want that," he decided, pressing his face against the glass. "Then it doesn't matter where we go. We can drink in the park even."

[thenorthman]

"Let's get you what you want," Eric stated, and held the door open for the pixie.

[winter_wisp]

Winter peeped happily, heading inside and walking right up to the counter.

He ordered himself the drink he wanted, bouncing a bit while he waited.

[thenorthman]

Eric paid for it while the drink was prepared, thankful for how things might be about to turn out. It would be much easier to find a secluded corner in a park (especially a closed one) than in a bar.

He only hoped that the pixie wouldn't back out of their deal, since he didn't want to risk bad blood with his kind, or the Fae.

Tasty though they were.

[winter_wisp]

Winter held his cup in both hands, peeping happily as they wandered out into the street.

"Should we go to the park now?"

[thenorthman]

"I think there's one a couple blocks that way," Eric stated, his hand on Winter's back drawing him in the appropriate direction, before he pushed both his hands in the pockets of his perfectly tailored pants.

[winter_wisp]

Winter wandered at his side, chatting away happily about the opera they'd watched and sipping his coffee. It was warm and sweet, and it made the pixie buzz in the very best way.

He only stopped when he potted a bench near some willows. Not completely secluded, but peaceful and somewhat private. A good place to sit and enjoy the night air.

"If you're a vampire, you're probably very old. I've never known any, but Aspid, my former master, he told me stories of vampires. How some were as old as the fae. He said the really old ones were ugly. ...You're not ugly though. You are sharp and fair, like leather pulled taught over sharp crystal."

An odd expression, thought it was meant as a complement.

[thenorthman]

It was definitely taken as one, although with a dash of amusement to help it along. "There are many different sorts of vampires," Eric replied. "I'm sure some of them turn ugly with age. We don't. But I'm probably not that old, compared to Fae."

The truth was, he had no idea. The Fae were pretty secretive, and predictably did not seek out the company of vampires even when they lived on this plane. Not wanting to be drained dry by one with poor impulse control, and/or no understanding of the consequences of their actions.

[winter_wisp]

"Fae live very long," Winter nodded. "Pixies too, though I am young still."

[thenorthman]

"How old are you?" Eric asked curiously, unsure what to expect at all.

[winter_wisp]

"I am thirty," Winter replied proudly, like a teen who had just turned eighteen.

[thenorthman]

Eric smiled slightly. "Ha, yes. I'm a bit older than that."

[winter_wisp]

"Oh? How much older?" The pixie asked, prone to being nosy and curious.

[thenorthman]

"About a thousand years," Eric replied evenly.

[winter_wisp]

"That isn't so old," Winter decided, looking thoughtful, then returning his attention to his coffee drink.

[thenorthman]

"Hence my good looks," Eric replied as they reached the park. Predictably closed, since it was night. "Want to go for a quick flight?"

[winter_wisp]

Winter nodded eagerly, then paused.

"I'm not suppose to free my wings when I am out though. I've been told I will be caught."

[thenorthman]

"Then let me do the flying," Eric offered, holding his arm out to Winter.

[winter_wisp]

Winter didn't know vampires could fly, and he looked startled for a moment before he nodded.

"Oh, please, I'd like that very much," the pixie grinned impishly, looking positively pointy for a moment.

[thenorthman]

Eric's answering smile looked dangerous, and he took the pixie in his arms before taking off - at a lesser speed than he might have done if it weren't for the drink in the pixie's hand.

Still, he lost no time in flying over into the park, and set them a little way in, releasing Winter.

[winter_wisp]

Winter looked dizzy, wobbling a bit- Then grinning again.

"Again!" he demanded with a chirp. "I like your flying very much."