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Henry finds a young woman in a (normal) bar on the way home to feed from. He heads home afterwards, leaving the woman slumbering peacefully in a motel room that he has paid for.
He hangs his trench up as he enters the apartment. That was. . . intersting, to say the least. A valkyrie. . . Not the sort of person you meet everday. Or in every bar. He shakes his head. Wait rats. More things in heaven and earth, indeed. Thinking over the conversation, he realizes how much he told her. Not enough to say what he is, thank God, but more than he's ever told anyone in casual circumstances like these.
He sighs and pulls off his sweater and jeans. It's 5:37 AM -- sunrise is at 6:12. He winces with a memory -- he was going to get some work done on his latest novel. Tomorrow night.
Although he might try to find that bar again. He locks the door, draws the curtains around it, and lies down.
Sweet dreams, Henry.
[ooc: Sleeeeep. Sleep gooood. Actually, that's fairly in-character.]
He hangs his trench up as he enters the apartment. That was. . . intersting, to say the least. A valkyrie. . . Not the sort of person you meet everday. Or in every bar. He shakes his head. Wait rats. More things in heaven and earth, indeed. Thinking over the conversation, he realizes how much he told her. Not enough to say what he is, thank God, but more than he's ever told anyone in casual circumstances like these.
He sighs and pulls off his sweater and jeans. It's 5:37 AM -- sunrise is at 6:12. He winces with a memory -- he was going to get some work done on his latest novel. Tomorrow night.
Although he might try to find that bar again. He locks the door, draws the curtains around it, and lies down.
Sweet dreams, Henry.
[ooc: Sleeeeep. Sleep gooood. Actually, that's fairly in-character.]