Private RP

[faderbroderson]

Godric hated paperwork, but it seemed these days there was always some to be done. These ones had to do with his personal finances, the very worst kind. There were matters of percentages to be seen to, and properties and taxes and all other such nonsense that made Godric long for the simple days he spent sleeping in caves and bathing in streams

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[mrjanuary]

Eric had been enjoying the last few years on his own, especially now he was in London; only a few, but he'd made his way as a naval officer in port, screwing around on half pay while his fake ship awaited orders to attack Napoleon's fleet. He hadn't bothered with actually buying a commission, but he'd gotten the coat and hat and some papers which would survive a cursory glance. If the port authorities got more curious, he'd just use a spot of glamour or have luncheon

[twinsetandfangs]

"Oh, is that why we're here?" Pam asked, glancing around them for any opportunities to linger in the foggy streets. The nocturnal dwellers of London were so much more interesting than the diurnal. Furthermore, Eric had made it plain that they wouldn't linger in the city of her birth overlong in case of attracting attention, so she was drinking in all the new details she'd never noticed as a living, breathing woman. She was fond of London, but it seemed... so much smaller now. There was a whole world to see and eternity to see it in, after all.

"I believe you mentioned that he was yet living -- so to speak," she recalled, thinking aloud. "And that his name was..." She paused, chewing one full lower lip with sharp ivory-white teeth thoughtfully. "No, it escapes me," she admitted with a thoughtless shrug.

"I thought we were going to go to the officers' club again? I do so love their uniforms. They're so... tidy, and they think themselves worldly. It's almost charming."

[mrjanuary]

"Godric," Eric supplied, smoothing his waistcoat and frock. "His name is Godric, and he is already more than a thousand years old, and you are to be on your best behavior." He raised an eyebrow at her, to impress upon the seriousness of his command.

"If we have time, perhaps the club... otherwise, they can wait until tomorrow. This is important, perhaps the second most important vampire you will ever meet," after me, of course.

Eric gave her a private, affectionate look, one conveying both a calculated concern for her propriety in company and intense amusement at her common rudeness. "Do you understand, Pamela?"

[twinsetandfangs]

And here's the eyeroll that will become so familiar to him over the centuries they will spend together. It has its own affection to it, too, but it is, nevertheless, the dismissive expression of an impatient young woman.

"Godric. Rhymes with 'Eric'. Got it."