ONGOING//CLOSED [also known as: curiosity did not kill the Valei! (though it might have)]

[powerofgod]

Characters: Closed to: gotyourwallet and powerofgod
Location: Sergei's.
Date: Present!
Rating: PG at most. For drinking blood out of a coffee mug? He's a vampire, come on.

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[gotyourwallet]

She was late. From the staircase at the end of the hall came Vie, breathing a little heavier from the run between decks and very obviously rushing to get to Sergei's. It hadn't been her intention to make Godric wait, nor had she planned on falling asleep, but the large and rather mundane text she'd been forcing herself to read through in the library had overcome her ability to stay alert. As a result, Vie had fallen asleep amongst a pile of books.

Her footsteps were not as light as usual, and her approach was rather easily heard. Reaching her destination, Vie searched for Godric. He wasn't hard to spy, and the mug in his hands received a curious glance before she remembered her manners and dropped to a low bow. It was one she saved for her master and the few that she held on that same respect.

"My apologies, Godric. I hope you've not been waiting long."

[powerofgod]

He lifted his cup in an approximation of a human salute at her approach, observing her as she bowed and then spoke. She looked much recovered from Eric's attention, but whether it was the nature of her race or something more, he was not yet certain.

"Not long," he said. His tone was mild, and his posture reflective of his mood. Relaxed was a word not far off to describe it, though he still held to much of his normal reserve.

[gotyourwallet]

Physically, Vie felt amazing. Even the headache she should of had from her library drinking session with Lilith had been far tamer than expected. She rose to full height, barely taller than Godric and made her way into the room.

Now alert and better prepared than their last encounter, Vie looked upon Godric with an air of intrigue matched evenly with caution. Her pace steadied, the need to move quickly gone, and her steps became light and barely audible. "Thank you for agreeing to this meeting," she said, words a little more formal than usual.

That she knew more of what he was came as both a gift and a curse. "I trust you are well?"

[powerofgod]

"I am." He indicated the chair across from him as he spoke, an invitation to sit should she wish it. That her nature remained guarded in his presence spoke again of her rationality. It was attributed far more to foolishness than wisdom, when people had no fear of his kind. He had met precious few who had done otherwise, on grounds beyond the imbecilic or inane.

He wasn't often impressed by humans. But then, he supposed, she wasn't human.