Day Sixteen - Frosty Entry
Who: Deacon, Gabrielle
When: Late Morning
Where: Black Castle
Invasion: Plz.
Status: Closed/Finished
Summary: Deacon wanders the castle halls idly and meets Gabby. They have the usual 'this is the deal' talk, introduce themselves and flirt very mildly before parting ways again, leaving Deacon wondering what angel blood tastes like.
He’d wasted no time at all getting settled; hell, he’d already made friends with the vampire next door to him. Sure, she was old enough to be just as stuck up as the Council, and she was in some ways, but not in the ways that pissed him off. No elitist ‘pureblood’ bullshit or anything. Sure, she’d done her part to ‘blend in’ with the human populace where she was from, but who hadn’t, really. Deacon figured there were worse ways to track down a good meal.
After visiting with Pandora, he’d taken to roaming the halls of the castle for no particular reason, trailing his fingers along the wall here, lurking in a corner there, just generally scoping the place out. It wasn’t what he was used to, but not bad. Not bad at all. And he was still top of the food chain, as far as he could tell. Not the chain of command maybe, but he could deal with that. Pandora had shed some light on the food situation, and he thought he could stick to that.
Maybe.
He’d see how it went.