[open] life is good while it lasts

[iwalkindreams]

Since his arrival at the Mansion, quite a great deal of things happened. Adrian Ivashkov, prince of the blood and heir extraordinaire -- both titles being subject to wide interpretation -- has made friends, picked up some enemies, and found love.

Truth be told, he's living it good. Among other things, he feels useful. He's helping: there's

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[blindbomber]

Iggy isn't having such a good day/night/whatever. It's getting closer to spring and his wings are driving him insane. He's sort of stalking past Adrian's room, fingers trailing along the wall as he walks and every feather is fluffed up.

He looks rather like a grumpy bird and could use a friend.

[iwalkindreams]

Adrian catches a glimpse of him passing by just as he decides to leave the room, still buttoning up his shirt. He takes in the slightly grumpy look and frowns. "Iggy," he calls. "What's up, buddy?"

[blindbomber]

Well, that's embarrassing. He'll turn though and face Adrian, trying to smooth down his feathers.

"Hey! Nothing much. What about you? You doing alright?"

[iwalkindreams]

Fumbling with the last button, he sketches a smile. "Yeah. Sort of. A bit agitated, perhaps, but I'm sure it'll pass." A pause. "Would you like to come in? I must have some orange juice among all the alcohol, if you drink that."

[tomboy_22]

Should Adrian poke his head out, he might come across a woman who will immediately be curious about him.

Anita Blake probably reads as something different to him too - not moroi, not strigoi, not human.

Might be an interesting conversation.

Well, they needed to meet eventually, right? I thought I'd wait a little to finish current threads with Schery and Robin before they hopped in.

[iwalkindreams]

Of course he does so, eventually. He needs his 'morning' stretching and might be determined to go take a look around the kitchen for a bite of something that doesn't have a great concentration of blood.

"Uh. Hi." There's something about her, too.

[tomboy_22]

She glances at him. "Hi." She's duly intrigued. "Do I know you?"

[iwalkindreams]

Typist is currently logged in at Uni Mail Geneva and finds it very amusing that everything is in French. Thought you would love to hear that, hee! Also, apparently my French is coming out quite smoothly, it just needed a trigger to work out quite nicely. Wheee!

"Mmm... no. I don't think so. But this can be easily fixed." He holds out his hand, a puzzled look still hovering on his face. "I am Adrian Ivashkov - it's a pleasure to meet you."

[fckingperfect]

And here's a Natalie, standing outside his door, smiling.

"Hey."

[iwalkindreams]

Adrian jumps off his bed at the sound of her voice, and typist permitting, reaches her in two swift strides and scoops her in his arms.

"Hello pretty! How are you to--night?"

[fckingperfect]

She's scooped! Natalie laughs, and kisses him softly. "I'm good. What about you?"

[iwalkindreams]

He gently puts her down and kisses her forehead. "I just woke up... you know me. Care to join me for a late breakfast? I think I still have some nachos in my room."

It's not that sort of a breakfast, assuming that Nat has been his constant feeder for a while now. Sometimes he feels like eating real food as well.

[vizir_daughter]

Perhaps it's just one of those nights when she can't sleep - she's been thinking about Jasmina a lot, lately. At any rate, Scheherazade might timidly knock, even if the door is open.

She could use some company, and Adrian always cheers her up.

[iwalkindreams]

He was just on his way out of the shower so he'll yell, "Just a sec!" and pop up by the door a few minutes later, his hair still damp and his face looking very fresh. Such a lovely 'morning'.

"Oh, hello Scheherezade!" Heeere's a wide beam. "Fancy seeing you here - wanna come in?"

[vizir_daughter]

Bluuuuuush. "--- oh, sorry -- should I -- I can wait." Er. You're all wet. "-- I interrupted your bathing, didn't I?"

Yes, she has her prudish moments. >.>

[iwalkindreams]

He grins. "It's fine, don't be silly -- look, I'm all dressed. I wouldn't attempt to your honor, my lady, you are very safe with me!" he teases, holding the door for her to step in if she will.

[cute_shinigami]

Tsuzuki is on his way to bed, but on spotting Adrian's door open, he sticks his head in. "Hey there, good evening -- err, good morning, Adrian! How's it going?"

[iwalkindreams]

Adrian just finished pouring himself a glass of whiskey for good measure (one glass of whisky a day keeps the doctor away) so he'll beam at his friend and gesture at him to come in. "Good morning to you too, buddy! Come join me!"

[cute_shinigami]

"Oh, you don't have to ask me twice for a drink," he says, entering the room. Especially lately, given the situation with Muraki has ramped up, he's been having a few drinks before bed to make sure he sleeps good and heavy and keep any more roving energy phages out of his dreams.

[iwalkindreams]

"That's my boy," he exclaims, and reaches out to give Tsuzuki a pat of the back for good measure. "Feeling better?" he asks then, concern slipping in his voice.