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milliways_bar2016-08-23 01:26 pm
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Pam walks into the bar.
Her expression clearly says, Fuck off, I hate you.
But that's what it says every day, so.
She's about to turn around and get out of here when she remembers she has, like, paperwork and shit to do. And she doesn't feel like doing any of it. So she's not going to. At least not right now.
What she is going to do, is go behind the bar and help herself to a bag of donor blood in the refrigerator. It gets squeezed out into a glass and popped into the microwave until it reaches 98 degrees or thereabouts.
It's not fresh, but Pam doesn't feel like working for a drink either.
Her expression clearly says, Fuck off, I hate you.
But that's what it says every day, so.
She's about to turn around and get out of here when she remembers she has, like, paperwork and shit to do. And she doesn't feel like doing any of it. So she's not going to. At least not right now.
What she is going to do, is go behind the bar and help herself to a bag of donor blood in the refrigerator. It gets squeezed out into a glass and popped into the microwave until it reaches 98 degrees or thereabouts.
It's not fresh, but Pam doesn't feel like working for a drink either.
I am so going to regret this, aren't I?
The circlet and the noble mien as well as the clothes (layers of silk and linen in deep, jewel tones) rather gives it away.
He heads for the bar, as he removes his other cloak and folds it up.
It's blessedly warm here and he intends to enjoy that fully.
Yes. Probably.
"Oh my god."
She stares at the-- she's not sure what he is, but what he's wearing is awesome.
"Who makes your clothes?"
She herself is wearing a deep purple halter top dress, which naturally shows off a lot of cleavage.
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There is no indication that her dress might be a bit - much.
Or little as it were.
"This?"
He indicates his robe, that shimmers in all the darkest hues of a sunset.
Or a sunrise.
"It was a gift from my mother-in-law."
That is not a human.
And the contents of the glass are not wine.
But this is Milliays.
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"I've never heard of mother-in-laws being so generous," she says wryly.
The last time she had to deal with potential in-laws was when she was human, and she'd rather not dwell on those circumstances.
She comes around the bar, revealing that the skirt of her dress is actually quite conservative! It reaches her knees! But she's also wearing stiletto boots that look both improbable and impractical and also maybe kind of dangerous.
"It's fucking gorgeous, though. The colors look so natural."
Like literally straight out of nature. Which is what the guy smells like.
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But he has grown used to hearing it, coming here.
"Yes. The elves of Loríen are known for their skill when it comes to working with cloth and dyes."
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She wonders how much Eric would pay to get some kind of evening gown made by these elves of Lorien. Lorien. It even sounds like a designer name.
"Elves? Is that what you are, an elf?"
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"They do. And I am."
It is more complicated than that, but it will do.
He looks straight at her with his bright and ancient eyes.
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And his eyes remind her of starlight. What? She likes starlight.
"My world doesn't have elves. It has fairies, though," she adds with a slight roll of her eyes. Elves seem far more dignified than them. And judging by Sookie, elves are better dressers.
"I'm a vampire."
She holds up her glass of blood in a just so you know kind of way.
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He is also keeping out of arm's length and very aware of his surroundings (exits, potential weapons, that sort of thing. It's a habit. Nothing personal. )
"A blood drinker. Did you come into being thus or were you once something else?"
He is always curious though.
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"I was human. Got turned about a hundred years ago. Kept my figure in the bargain," she adds with a smirk and a hand on her hip.
Is she flirting with him? Hell, if Eric can go after fairies, she can go after elves.
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"Ah," Elrond says. "You will forgive my curiosity, I am sure. I am a loremaster. Meeting beings here that are unknown in my own lands is one of the greatest draws of Miliways, as far as I am concerned."
He smiles.
Politely.
"My name is Elrond Half-Elven," he adds.
Names have power, this is true. But he does not believe he has anything to fear in that regard.
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"Sure, lots of people are curious about vampires, especially since some of what they've heard about them in stories aren't necessarily true."
This could be a good thing or a bad thing. It depends on the situation, really.
"Pam Swynford De Beaufort," she replies with a gleam in her eyes that isn't at all a gentle starlight, but maybe more like starlight reflecting in the irises of a nocturnal predator.
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She gets a small, measured and most of all courtly nod.
"There are many stories of your kind?"
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"You'll get all sorts of different details. Part of that is how we survive. Confuse people." She smirks.
"I'm sure there are lots of different stories about elves, too. When I was a little girl, I thought they were tiny people living in holes in the walls and trees." She looks Elrond up and down with a flicker of her eyes. "I don't think you're that type."
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"No. Though I have kinfolk that make their homes in the treetops."
The former mentioned elves of Loríen..
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They smell different. Their blood smells different, not just in the way that is different from person to person, but-- compositionally different.
She takes a step closer to Elrond, her sharp heels clicking on the floor. She senses some sort of mystical power in him-- he could be dangerous. Like Ysalwen or even Sunshine. But Pam isn't threatening him. Unless he counts an intent to seduce a threat.
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Not at present anyway.
(It's not the first time it has happened).
"But here you do not hunt? " he asks, not moving away.
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"It implies stalking and killing. Can't really do that here. Can't really do that at home, either. Laws, society, blah, blah, blah. Besides, there's no logical need to hunt anymore when the prey comes to me."
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"I can see how that might play out," he says in a completely neutral tone of voice.
There might be a slight hint of 'for other people'.