Re-entrance Post

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Damian has been keeping a low profile since all the excitement of Halloween. It has taken some getting used to, being a part of the pentumvirate with Anita, Jean-Claude, Richard, and Nathaniel. He occasionally has bouts of deep anger and resentment that he has struggled to control, along with hungers that he is certain aren't truly his.

He's made due, though, and it's been easier to take with his closeness to Nathaniel. His occasional trysts with Nat have been some of the most fulfilling intimate moments of his long existence. In addition to Nathaniel, he has made it a point to spend time with Anita each week since the incident. Those sessions weren't quite as comfortable, but he still appreciated Anita's efforts at getting to know him a bit better, despite the discomfort.

Damian isn't surprised by his return to Milliways as he passes through the door leading up the stairs to his new room over Anita's garage. With all the work he's done in preparation for his transfer from Danse Macabre to Guilty Pleasures, he's ready for the small respite he knows Milliways will provide.

Going quickly to his room to change out of the outfit he had been dancing in, he returns and asks the bar for a couple items. It's a silly tradition, but he figures no one here in Milliways will truly mind. He sits next to the fireplace and removes his shoes, stuffing them with hay and cubes of sugar.

It's the first night of Jul, and, for once, this red-headed vampire won't shy away from company.


[[ooc: Figured it was finally time to get Damian back into the bar. XD Open for at least a week, since I know a couple people won't be able to tag until after the holidays this week are over. ^^ All characters welcome, though Damian will be a little less talkative to those he hasn't already met.]]

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[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel eyes Damian.

"Why are you stuffing your shoes full of hay and... sugar?"

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

"It's an old Norse tradition," Damian murmurs, giving Nathaniel a small smile. "Tonight is the first night in the Norse celebration of Jul. It was said that on the winter solstice that the god Freyr road across the sky on his shining boar, bringing light and love back to the world on the longest of nights. Joining him was Odin, the leader of the Wild Hunt, who would cross the sky on Sleipnir, his eight-legged horse.

"As children, we would leave our shoes by the fireside with hay and sugar for Sleipnir. In return for our kindness, Odin would leave us a present."

Damian chuckles. "Of course, with the coming of Christianity, Freyr bringing light and love to the world became the birth of the Christ Child, Sleipnir was changed to eight reindeer, and bearded Odin morphed into Santa Claus." He shakes his head, finishing with his second shoe and placing them next to the fireplace.

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel chuckles.

"Santa Claus as we know him in America is a creation of the Coca Cola company as a way to further advertise their product." He smiles. "I'm full of useless information."

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

"I always wondered how Odin, father of all warriors, became Santa Claus, giving up his warrior ways to sit down with everyone's milk and cookies. Modern consumerism at its best... or worst," Damian supposes good-naturedly.

Scooting back from the fire, he rises and settles at the corner of the nearby sofa, gesturing for Nathaniel to join him if the wereleopard wishes.

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel immediately settles in Damian's lap, chuckling.

"Hey, don't knock milk and cookies."

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

"Of course not," Damian says, a note of playful apology in his voice. "Milk and cookies were rare delicacies in my day, though that was long before chocolate was available."

With Nathaniel in his lap, he can't help but wrap his arms around the leopard and give scritches. It's all but automatic now.

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel purrs softly, leaning into those scritches.

"We used to make sugar cookies to set out. Nicky would laugh while I got icing and colored sugar everywhere."

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

"Childhood holiday memories can be... a wonderful comfort," he says softly. "I don't remember too many of them, and most of the details are hazy, but it was a single bright spot during the cold winters. Even a poor family like mine managed to celebrate."

He leans forward, kissing Nathaniel's neck. He's already fed, but he can't help but enjoy the warmth and soothing rhythm of Nathaniel's pulse.

[nathaniel_kitten]

There is some nuzzling of Damian's hair.

"I think everyone finds some way to celebrate what's important to them."

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

"You're important to me," says without hesitation, a small smile curving his lips against Nathaniel's neck. "Do you think we should find a way to celebrate that?"