He doesn't know what to make of it, beyond the fact that he's worried about it. The details feel almost a bit too real, and he wants to do something about it, but how do you do something about it? How do you say to someone hey, maybe don't go to X location on this day and not be able to truly tell them why?
So he doesn't say anything to Luke about seeing him get stabbed at a specific bar on a specific day in a bloody dream because he's trying not to scare the guy off. The guy he likes quite a bit. The guy he's starting to hope might be more than a friend at some point.
Still, he can't just do nothing, which is why he finds himself downtown, late at night, alone, in a far too expensive suit and shoes, looking for the Leaky Cauldron, a bar he's never been to.
As he rounds the corner to catch sight of the sign, he sees Luke reaching for the door and shouts before he can think better of it.]
( It isn't unheard of to get sight unseen referrals, especially when half is wired (or Venmo'd, if the cost is low) up front. He hasn't seen his client in person, but they want something legit. They use all the right language. This isn't some amateur, this is the real deal, so he holes himself up in the campus lab for a few days to get things exactly right. It comes at the expense of a first date with a handsome British lawyer, but he seems to be begged off with honor and aplomb. He always liked men that can keep up. And understand. And it stops him from going a little too raunch a little too early. He doesn't deserve the Grindr treatment.
So, he makes plans later in the week. Real reservations. And he never makes reservations. That's how you know it's real.
The bar's on the nose for a client drop-off, The Leaky Cauldron, but he finds the less high profile the client, the more obvious the meet. Shep sources the code, the email, and the phone number. He doesn't ask questions, only does the favor. Maybe it's a Parker thing. He could get used to sibling carte blanche. Or, he's getting a longer conversation at a later date. Either way, no red flags. No Jaqueline's or Sierra's attached or affiliated.
His hand comes to the handle of the front door when he hears a familiar accent call out to him. He turns immediately, a grin forming. He's happy about this coincidence (7) to understand the severity in his tone. )
Hey! ( His hand pulls back as he gives one look at the two doors before sprinting over to him. He always arrives early, so he has a little time. ) What a coincidence, I have to drop something off to a client, but then I'm all yours. Should you want me to be.
[He very much does want him to be, but that isn't the important thing right now. He tries to recover some of his charm, but he can't chase away all of the concern. All he can do is try to articulate this in a way that doesn't make it seem like he's losing his mind.]
This is going to sound very strange, but you can't go in there. Please don't ask me how I know because it's not going to make any sense, but it isn't safe.
[It's an awkward way to ask the question, he knows, especially given that they were just on a casual stroll through the office, but he isn't quite sure how to get around to it, and he doesn't really have a lot of other friends to ask to fill his plus one.
He holds up a hand to provide more context.]
I've been informed by my future sister-in-law that my plus one is not optional, and since I'm not seeing anyone right now, I figured I could bring a friend.
[A hot friend, but that's an opinion he's staunchly keeping to himself at the moment.]
( Connor doesn't just ask his paralegals to casually accompany him while he picks up legal precedents he's logged out, but, he also doesn't advertise that he doesn't do that. The attraction is mutual, but he also doesn't shit where he eats, usually, and Carroll's damn good at his job. And from Ireland. And maybe a protected class? Technically, as an associate, he is slightly above Carroll but not ethically above. Either way, he tends to not blur the lines until he's sure he wants to paint in water color, so-to-speak.
He doesn't know what's said about him around the office. How Donna recruited him out of prison. How the only person billing higher than him is Robin. How he was married once. And is now divorced. Damaged goods, they call it. How he never speaks to one of his best friends, anymore, because of a shoddy FBI deal. Because his rich dad wasn't consulted. He didn't have the high powered lawyer.
Here he's a face among the other associates. And paralegals. Including this very attractive, accented paralegal.
Also, he's tall.
Pretty damn good opening move if you ask him, though. Catch 'em off guard. He could be a lawyer. He wouldn't be asking if he didn't want to be given an affirmative answer. Also, score. Carroll's not seeing anyone. He was wondering. He assumed, no, because the guy's so quiet and lives with his brother, but, he's seen guys with less furniture get more tail. So.
Right. He was asked a question. His curled smile finally forms words. He has experience in weddings, though, so, this must be a formal affair. )
Pretty sure they pay more with plus-one's, but, maybe it's about even numbered guests. Either way, I'd be happy to be the one to your two. ( He holds the glass door open to the records room. ) I've never been to New Orleans.
[Attraction has always been a weird thing for him. He's too cerebral for a lot of things, and his romantic life is no exception. Bradan likely has a label for it, if he ever decided he wanted to risk talking to his matchmaker brother about it, but he is not that desperate. He's fine with being alone for the most part.
Until he finds someone that he actually likes, and the he can't seem to focus on anything else. It's truly unfortunate and he wished he could just be a normal person who could sleep around, but alas. That's not how it works.
Regardless, Connor has too many sharp edges to be interested in a guy like him, a guy who's life has been charmed enough to not relate, so he doesn't think he stands a shot. But friends is okay. Friends he can do.]
She promised him he could have a big wedding, so I'm sure she wants to make sure she can fill all the seats. The only one who's definitely getting out of this is Bairre and that's because she's not completely heartless.
[You don't ask a recent widower to bring a date to a wedding.]
But New Orleans is nice. My cousin lives down there. I went for her wedding.
[Which was ... an interesting affair to say the least.]
[Jo flashes the other girl a smile as she passes her the bread basket as they settle in for lunch. It's Jo's treat for the girls, after having successfully finishing all her finals, as well as a send-off lunch for Lizzie before she flies out to London from JFK.
Alice takes the bread basket and chooses a healthy looking roll before passing it on. "Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Saltzman. And thank you for lunch, you really didn't have to include me."]
Nonsense, we've heard great things. And I may have been in college ages ago, but I still remember that completing your first semester is a triumph.
( Lizzie chooses a sliced baguette before grabbing a little olive oil dispenser and pouring it on her small bread plate. )
I'd take any and all free lunches provided by any and all friends, family, or friends of family, which is a flashing neon hint that I still haven't met the infamous Wynonna Earp. Or, Doc Holliday for that matter.
It itches in the back of her mind as she studies the burned out house in front of them. The Armory agents were summoned to recover some artifacts abandoned after a recent witch death. While they did say that the house had been burned down, and they may need to break some spell locks to recover what they came for, something about this is off.]
Not to impugn your navigation skills, but are you sure this is the right place?
( He copied and pasted, but he double checks on his phone, stepping out and down off the curb. He turns his phone to face her, not that it's close enough for her to read - but more for emphasis. )
Number's the same. Why, you getting a bad reading?
[The thing about living on a college campus is there's not a whole lot of quiet. Especially when you spend a lot of time being bombarded by the surface thoughts of everyone around you.
As far as talents go, it's not the most shit of the pile, in Colm's opinion. Cal's going to win that contest hands down, every day. But it is a lot, and so he spends a lot of time either drowning the thoughts out with loud music or tuning in to people who have given him permission to hang out.
At school, that list is very short: Ivan.
Ivan's got great surface thoughts to listen to. It's a bit of a ramble, almost as though his roommate is sitting next to him, giving him a play-by-play. All in all, his brain is very soothing, and he appreciates the permission to hang out. Tonight, however, something isn't right.
Run run run shit shit keep running don't slow down they'll catch you
Colm pulls off his headphones, almost as though he's trying to see if it's someone else, but no. It's Ivan's thoughts. Ivan was supposed to be hanging out with Josie tonight.
Huh.
He pulls on his jacket, getting ready to head out and find them. As he emerges from the dorm, he catches sight of Hope's familiar auburn hair and calls out to her.]
( Hope, believe it or not, is coming back from dinner with her uncle and step-aunt - finally -- but, please just call her Bela. She's actually in a pretty positive mood. It went better than she remembered, and they both laughed over Hope exploding Conner's car. That turned to sadder things, her and Landon's beginnings, her crusade to get him back and her ultimate acceptance that she shouldn't -- it was an adult conversation all around and Bela even gave some good advice.
It's a start.
Colm finds her making her way down toward the dorm from her quad. She's still riding high from a dinner that ended with gelato and not disaster, so she's caught off guard and not at all suspicious. (3) )
Oi, Ford! Josie's with your boyfriend! ( she doesn't mean this, but if there's anybody attached at the hip, it's them. she doesn't know if it's because ivan is such a good friend or if colm finds someone and nests. she could understand that, though. find your people. lock them in. ) - I think they were catching a movie. The semester's over, you two need to lay down your arms and make up. I really think it'll be good for you.
( Especially if everyone moves in together, Josie pending. )
[Even if it might have been her thoughts he was reacting to, not her actual words. He's still trying to balance that better, so maybe he does owe her an apology, but that means explaining what he is and he .... doesn't want to do that.
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But I also think they're in trouble. Did they go to the theater on campus?
[So Kol isn't the only person that Kieran made her pitch to.
A lot of it was more idle musing, but as the plan started to truly coalesce, she started to keep it more to herself. But that means there's just enough people who want to see what she's up to now that a witch bloodbath is afoot.
She and Julian are on their way back from having dinner out, wandering through the French Quarter, when Kieran notices that the door to condo Julian is renting is ajar and she frowns.]
( They're flighty and flitting, but not -- usually to this degree. Checking his phone, he sees he missed a call from them and brings it to his ear, holding an arm out in front of his sister. He listens. It's their Mickey voice and he can't hide his smirk as he shakes his head and brings his arm down. )
Yeah, I think so. Says there's some kind of surprise for me. Never thought I'd be the one that'd have the spontaneous -- ( shit. -- friend. ) Person. ( Kol is his own breed. No commentary on not the gender, though. He's still working through it. ) After you.
[That being said, it doesn't feel quite right. The door isn't closed, but it's sitting open in a way that feels just a little off. She moves slowly to the front of the office, and frowns as slowly opens it a little more.]
[Maintaining their local ties in New Orleans is important.
It's one thing to simply manage their human cases an human problems, but New Orleans has been trying to build something better; has been trying to build a community, and with Eliot working his way through being a vampire, she wanted him to have some additional support beyond Sophie.
All the things she never had and had to fight and claw for himself.
Vincent, also, likes to make use of their skill set on occasion. If some problems happen to float his way, he's happy to refer them to Team Leverage. Which means when those problems come up, she's more than happy to have dinner with Vincent to talk about it.
She's a social vampire, what can she say?
It's Eliot's turn to cook, and as Sophie is pouring wine for their guest, she catches the sound of footsteps just outside their apartment. She pauses, glancing back towards the windows, before she frowns.]
Vincent, did you invite someone else to dinner?
["No," Vincent frowns as he turns to face her. "Why?"]
( Eliot likes Marcel, Vincent and Elijah. They're principled and they have a code they abide by. Josh reminds him a little too much of Hardison - always chatty - he'll take the hair compliments, though. Aiden feels like a wildcard but he holds his own in a fight. Eliot respects that. Plus, he's always had a thing for young love. Just youngsters in general. Shove it, they're freakin youngsters compared to him.
The less said about him being a vampire, the better. He handles it like he handles all of his other baggage. He just does. He shoulders it. He shows his vulnerability, but always on his own terms.
Except for Parker, who, when she gets it into her gourd, peppers him with questions. She's gotten better over the years, but she's still Parker.
It's his family.
They still haven't told Wilson or Brianna.
Eliot's here like Sophie used to be for Nate in the past. He's another body. He listens. Lends support. Helps strategize an in if there needs to be. In this case, he listens from the open concept kitchen. He's as good with a knife in the kitchen as he is in a skirmish. He just is. He removes the headband and apron he had on after transferring the food to their plates he'd set out.
Eliot, too, catches the footsteps. (15).
His hand regrips his silicone spatula as he turns the burners down to a simmer. He sees what's coming. )
Because the Romanian armed forces are camping out outside your door.
[The chaos and complicated conversations of the Thanksgiving and the aftermath of the latest wave of violence comes and goes, and Freya can feel the way the streets of New Orleans have shifted. She and Davina have had several conversations about what to do about the Gauntlet, as attacks are beginning to pick up frequency, but in a lot of ways they're fortunate enough to come from external sources.
The coven is strong enough that they're not going to cannibalize themselves from the inside. But that doesn't mean people aren't going to try and threaten their peace.
Freya is on her guard, but she's not varying her routine. If anyone's going to come after a Mikaelson witch, they will find more than they anticipated.
It's getting late, and the crowd at Rosseau's is thinning out, when she catches sight of an unfamiliar face at the end of the bar. Vampire, so he's more of a curiosity than a concern, but new vampires - at least new older vampires - are always a point of interest.
He's staring at a full glass of bourbon, and she tips her head to the side before saying curiously.]
( Cami agreed to see him, as a referral, and recommended Rousseau's. She even promised to keep Klaus away for the night so he could have some peace and quiet. (She won't always, and can't always, but keeping Klaus and Damon apart is best for everyone.) But, his consultation tomorrow is set in stone. She hasn't taken him on as a client. That comes after.
First, he shows up. Tomorrow.
He's leaving it all behind, starting anew. Said goodbye to Melanie and Lydia - well, Lydia left and he left Melanie. Let her continue on. See her nephew's boytoy. Who doesn't like him. Maybe it never would've worked. He misses Scarlett, though, and Rhett. Maybe they'll pass back through town.
He knows Stefan is also here. What a coincidence. With his girlfriend. Klaus has a wife. Elena has a boyfriend. Everyone's pairing off. He didn't used to care about any of it. He was happy to be the proprietor.
Was he?
Right now, he has himself - and this shot of bourbon. Wes, the vampire wonder, got him thinking. So, here he is.
"Hello, bourbon, my old friend." )
Bourbon's probably the only thing that's never done me wrong. ( And the only person. He purses his lips. Unless it was laced with vervain. But that wasn't the bourbon's fault. He downs the glass, setting it down in front of him, nudging it with his fingers. ) I start therapy tomorrow.
[She does mean that genuinely, even if her natural tone makes it come out a bit dry. She's heard good things about therapy. Never tried it herself, but according to Cami, it crosses several ethical lines that she's not willing to do in order for Cami to treat her and she's the only one remotely qualified.
Probably for the best.]
I've heard great things, though I've never gone under the metaphorical knife myself.
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robin & luke | new york city
He doesn't know what to make of it, beyond the fact that he's worried about it. The details feel almost a bit too real, and he wants to do something about it, but how do you do something about it? How do you say to someone hey, maybe don't go to X location on this day and not be able to truly tell them why?
So he doesn't say anything to Luke about seeing him get stabbed at a specific bar on a specific day in a bloody dream because he's trying not to scare the guy off. The guy he likes quite a bit. The guy he's starting to hope might be more than a friend at some point.
Still, he can't just do nothing, which is why he finds himself downtown, late at night, alone, in a far too expensive suit and shoes, looking for the Leaky Cauldron, a bar he's never been to.
As he rounds the corner to catch sight of the sign, he sees Luke reaching for the door and shouts before he can think better of it.]
Luke! Wait.
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So, he makes plans later in the week. Real reservations. And he never makes reservations. That's how you know it's real.
The bar's on the nose for a client drop-off, The Leaky Cauldron, but he finds the less high profile the client, the more obvious the meet. Shep sources the code, the email, and the phone number. He doesn't ask questions, only does the favor. Maybe it's a Parker thing. He could get used to sibling carte blanche. Or, he's getting a longer conversation at a later date. Either way, no red flags. No Jaqueline's or Sierra's attached or affiliated.
His hand comes to the handle of the front door when he hears a familiar accent call out to him. He turns immediately, a grin forming. He's happy about this coincidence (7) to understand the severity in his tone. )
Hey! ( His hand pulls back as he gives one look at the two doors before sprinting over to him. He always arrives early, so he has a little time. ) What a coincidence, I have to drop something off to a client, but then I'm all yours. Should you want me to be.
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This is going to sound very strange, but you can't go in there. Please don't ask me how I know because it's not going to make any sense, but it isn't safe.
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carroll, connor, donna & harvey | new york city
[It's an awkward way to ask the question, he knows, especially given that they were just on a casual stroll through the office, but he isn't quite sure how to get around to it, and he doesn't really have a lot of other friends to ask to fill his plus one.
He holds up a hand to provide more context.]
I've been informed by my future sister-in-law that my plus one is not optional, and since I'm not seeing anyone right now, I figured I could bring a friend.
[A hot friend, but that's an opinion he's staunchly keeping to himself at the moment.]
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He doesn't know what's said about him around the office. How Donna recruited him out of prison. How the only person billing higher than him is Robin. How he was married once. And is now divorced. Damaged goods, they call it. How he never speaks to one of his best friends, anymore, because of a shoddy FBI deal. Because his rich dad wasn't consulted. He didn't have the high powered lawyer.
Here he's a face among the other associates. And paralegals. Including this very attractive, accented paralegal.
Also, he's tall.
Pretty damn good opening move if you ask him, though. Catch 'em off guard. He could be a lawyer. He wouldn't be asking if he didn't want to be given an affirmative answer. Also, score. Carroll's not seeing anyone. He was wondering. He assumed, no, because the guy's so quiet and lives with his brother, but, he's seen guys with less furniture get more tail. So.
Right. He was asked a question. His curled smile finally forms words. He has experience in weddings, though, so, this must be a formal affair. )
Pretty sure they pay more with plus-one's, but, maybe it's about even numbered guests. Either way, I'd be happy to be the one to your two. ( He holds the glass door open to the records room. ) I've never been to New Orleans.
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Until he finds someone that he actually likes, and the he can't seem to focus on anything else. It's truly unfortunate and he wished he could just be a normal person who could sleep around, but alas. That's not how it works.
Regardless, Connor has too many sharp edges to be interested in a guy like him, a guy who's life has been charmed enough to not relate, so he doesn't think he stands a shot. But friends is okay. Friends he can do.]
She promised him he could have a big wedding, so I'm sure she wants to make sure she can fill all the seats. The only one who's definitely getting out of this is Bairre and that's because she's not completely heartless.
[You don't ask a recent widower to bring a date to a wedding.]
But New Orleans is nice. My cousin lives down there. I went for her wedding.
[Which was ... an interesting affair to say the least.]
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jo, lizzie & alice | new york city
[Jo flashes the other girl a smile as she passes her the bread basket as they settle in for lunch. It's Jo's treat for the girls, after having successfully finishing all her finals, as well as a send-off lunch for Lizzie before she flies out to London from JFK.
Alice takes the bread basket and chooses a healthy looking roll before passing it on. "Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Saltzman. And thank you for lunch, you really didn't have to include me."]
Nonsense, we've heard great things. And I may have been in college ages ago, but I still remember that completing your first semester is a triumph.
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I'd take any and all free lunches provided by any and all friends, family, or friends of family, which is a flashing neon hint that I still haven't met the infamous Wynonna Earp. Or, Doc Holliday for that matter.
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[She kids, mostly, Wynonna's been out of town more often than not lately.]
You've met Waverly though! That's ... something, even if she did not have a specific role in my birth.
[Jo raises an eyebrow curiously. "Waverly?"]
My aunt on my Mom's side.
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liv & tyler | richmond
It itches in the back of her mind as she studies the burned out house in front of them. The Armory agents were summoned to recover some artifacts abandoned after a recent witch death. While they did say that the house had been burned down, and they may need to break some spell locks to recover what they came for, something about this is off.]
Not to impugn your navigation skills, but are you sure this is the right place?
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( He copied and pasted, but he double checks on his phone, stepping out and down off the curb. He turns his phone to face her, not that it's close enough for her to read - but more for emphasis. )
Number's the same. Why, you getting a bad reading?
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[She doesn't know what it is, but she wants to state it now, so they're not going into this with their guard down.]
The artifact's in an arcane safe in the study. Be careful as we go through.
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colm, hope, josie & ivan | new orleans
As far as talents go, it's not the most shit of the pile, in Colm's opinion. Cal's going to win that contest hands down, every day. But it is a lot, and so he spends a lot of time either drowning the thoughts out with loud music or tuning in to people who have given him permission to hang out.
At school, that list is very short: Ivan.
Ivan's got great surface thoughts to listen to. It's a bit of a ramble, almost as though his roommate is sitting next to him, giving him a play-by-play. All in all, his brain is very soothing, and he appreciates the permission to hang out. Tonight, however, something isn't right.
Run run run shit shit keep running don't slow down they'll catch you
Colm pulls off his headphones, almost as though he's trying to see if it's someone else, but no. It's Ivan's thoughts. Ivan was supposed to be hanging out with Josie tonight.
Huh.
He pulls on his jacket, getting ready to head out and find them. As he emerges from the dorm, he catches sight of Hope's familiar auburn hair and calls out to her.]
Oi, Mikaelson! Know where your girl's at?
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It's a start.
Colm finds her making her way down toward the dorm from her quad. She's still riding high from a dinner that ended with gelato and not disaster, so she's caught off guard and not at all suspicious. (3) )
Oi, Ford! Josie's with your boyfriend! ( she doesn't mean this, but if there's anybody attached at the hip, it's them. she doesn't know if it's because ivan is such a good friend or if colm finds someone and nests. she could understand that, though. find your people. lock them in. ) - I think they were catching a movie. The semester's over, you two need to lay down your arms and make up. I really think it'll be good for you.
( Especially if everyone moves in together, Josie pending. )
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[Even if it might have been her thoughts he was reacting to, not her actual words. He's still trying to balance that better, so maybe he does owe her an apology, but that means explaining what he is and he .... doesn't want to do that.
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But I also think they're in trouble. Did they go to the theater on campus?
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kieran & julian | new orleans
A lot of it was more idle musing, but as the plan started to truly coalesce, she started to keep it more to herself. But that means there's just enough people who want to see what she's up to now that a witch bloodbath is afoot.
She and Julian are on their way back from having dinner out, wandering through the French Quarter, when Kieran notices that the door to condo Julian is renting is ajar and she frowns.]
Did Crash leave the door open?
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( They're flighty and flitting, but not -- usually to this degree. Checking his phone, he sees he missed a call from them and brings it to his ear, holding an arm out in front of his sister. He listens. It's their Mickey voice and he can't hide his smirk as he shakes his head and brings his arm down. )
Yeah, I think so. Says there's some kind of surprise for me. Never thought I'd be the one that'd have the spontaneous -- ( shit. -- friend. ) Person. ( Kol is his own breed. No commentary on not the gender, though. He's still working through it. ) After you.
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[That being said, it doesn't feel quite right. The door isn't closed, but it's sitting open in a way that feels just a little off. She moves slowly to the front of the office, and frowns as slowly opens it a little more.]
Crash? You in there?
[No response. That's not good either.]
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sophie & eliot | new orleans
It's one thing to simply manage their human cases an human problems, but New Orleans has been trying to build something better; has been trying to build a community, and with Eliot working his way through being a vampire, she wanted him to have some additional support beyond Sophie.
All the things she never had and had to fight and claw for himself.
Vincent, also, likes to make use of their skill set on occasion. If some problems happen to float his way, he's happy to refer them to Team Leverage. Which means when those problems come up, she's more than happy to have dinner with Vincent to talk about it.
She's a social vampire, what can she say?
It's Eliot's turn to cook, and as Sophie is pouring wine for their guest, she catches the sound of footsteps just outside their apartment. She pauses, glancing back towards the windows, before she frowns.]
Vincent, did you invite someone else to dinner?
["No," Vincent frowns as he turns to face her. "Why?"]
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The less said about him being a vampire, the better. He handles it like he handles all of his other baggage. He just does. He shoulders it. He shows his vulnerability, but always on his own terms.
Except for Parker, who, when she gets it into her gourd, peppers him with questions. She's gotten better over the years, but she's still Parker.
It's his family.
They still haven't told Wilson or Brianna.
Eliot's here like Sophie used to be for Nate in the past. He's another body. He listens. Lends support. Helps strategize an in if there needs to be. In this case, he listens from the open concept kitchen. He's as good with a knife in the kitchen as he is in a skirmish. He just is. He removes the headband and apron he had on after transferring the food to their plates he'd set out.
Eliot, too, catches the footsteps. (15).
His hand regrips his silicone spatula as he turns the burners down to a simmer. He sees what's coming. )
Because the Romanian armed forces are camping out outside your door.
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Sophie nods, before setting her glass down on the counter and starting to move through the room towards the windows.]
Smart man. Romanians always make things more complicated than they need to be.
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freya & damon | new orleans
The coven is strong enough that they're not going to cannibalize themselves from the inside. But that doesn't mean people aren't going to try and threaten their peace.
Freya is on her guard, but she's not varying her routine. If anyone's going to come after a Mikaelson witch, they will find more than they anticipated.
It's getting late, and the crowd at Rosseau's is thinning out, when she catches sight of an unfamiliar face at the end of the bar. Vampire, so he's more of a curiosity than a concern, but new vampires - at least new older vampires - are always a point of interest.
He's staring at a full glass of bourbon, and she tips her head to the side before saying curiously.]
Did the bourbon do something to offend you?
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First, he shows up. Tomorrow.
He's leaving it all behind, starting anew. Said goodbye to Melanie and Lydia - well, Lydia left and he left Melanie. Let her continue on. See her nephew's boytoy. Who doesn't like him. Maybe it never would've worked. He misses Scarlett, though, and Rhett. Maybe they'll pass back through town.
He knows Stefan is also here. What a coincidence. With his girlfriend. Klaus has a wife. Elena has a boyfriend. Everyone's pairing off. He didn't used to care about any of it. He was happy to be the proprietor.
Was he?
Right now, he has himself - and this shot of bourbon. Wes, the vampire wonder, got him thinking. So, here he is.
"Hello, bourbon, my old friend." )
Bourbon's probably the only thing that's never done me wrong. ( And the only person. He purses his lips. Unless it was laced with vervain. But that wasn't the bourbon's fault. He downs the glass, setting it down in front of him, nudging it with his fingers. ) I start therapy tomorrow.
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[She does mean that genuinely, even if her natural tone makes it come out a bit dry. She's heard good things about therapy. Never tried it herself, but according to Cami, it crosses several ethical lines that she's not willing to do in order for Cami to treat her and she's the only one remotely qualified.
Probably for the best.]
I've heard great things, though I've never gone under the metaphorical knife myself.
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