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[dreamer_fray]

Wandering through the bar is a vampire.

Not unusual, really, though this is of the apparently-fourteen variety. Harth casually sprawls down into an armchair, apparently engrossing himself in his book on cosmology.

He seems cheerful enough, so he probably won't attack anyone who pokes him.

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[copper-fray.livejournal.com]

There is someone moving behind him, apparently headed for one of the couches.

She looks a little distracted.

[dreamer_fray]

Harth tilts his head, suddenly looking through the book rather than at it.

And then smiles though it, too.

Huh.

[copper-fray.livejournal.com]

Erin settles on the couch, arm resting along the back, and one leg tucked up.

It's a reasonably comfortable position.

[dreamer_fray]

Harth turns a page calmly.

Smiling.

Don't the scientific rationalisation of Black Holes just bring a warm fuzzy feelin' to your heart?

[copper-fray.livejournal.com]

Erin, it must be said, is not really a fan of the fuzzy.

Which is fortunate, as there is no fuzzy here.

Just a lot of self-reflection, and a tinge of discomfort.

Whyever might that be?

[dreamer_fray]

Oh, I'm sure Harth could venture a few guesses.

As it is, he simply flicks to the back of the book to peruse the index, lips moving silently as he deliberates.

He's probably not planning anything demonic?

[copper-fray.livejournal.com]

Erin rests her forehead in her hands, for a moment. She might be muttering to herself.

Then she looks up.

Oh.

Fuck.

[dreamer_fray]

Language.

He finds what he's evidently looking for and flicks back to the front of the book, adjusting his glasses with the practised move of one who's always worn them.

[copper-fray.livejournal.com]

For the moment, Erin can't move.

She can barely breathe.

Jesu, he looks just like he did before.

[dreamer_fray]

Just exactly like before.

All the kids in Haddyn are pale - lack of natural light will do that.

The only real difference visible can generally only be noticed when he moves - speed and grace were never a part of her younger brother.

Can't really tell when he's curled up with a book about the stars.

[copper-fray.livejournal.com]

There's something caught in her throat.

Could be guilt.

Could be sorrow.

Could be rage.

Could be the start of a cold.

[dreamer_fray]

"S'rude to stare, Sis."

He doesn't look up.

[copper-fray.livejournal.com]

She half-laughs.

"Funny. I never remember you worrying about that."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom leans over the back of the chair* Whatcha got there?

[dreamer_fray]

Harth looks up. Directly up, he's that short in the chair.

"Book."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*That's OK, Thom isn't tall.*

Well, obviously.

[dreamer_fray]

Harth grins.

"Glad you see that. S'a book about cosmology. Star's are interestin'."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Agreed.

*Thom holds out a hand* My name's Thom. Pleased to meet you.

[dreamer_fray]

Harth reaches up and shakes it amicably.

"Harth. Likewise."

His skin is undead-cold, but that's likely not something that will bother Thom.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Unsurprisingly, it doesn't, although he does look interested.*

Where're you from?

[dreamer_fray]

"Haddyn," he says, with a helpful grin.

"...That would be in New York. Earth. There's not many have heard of it. You?"

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Uh . . . Earth, yes, Haddyn no. I'm from Tortall.

[dreamer_fray]

"...Yeah. Well, I don't know Tortall either, so I guess we're about even there."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom shrugs* Nobody does.

[dreamer_fray]

The shrug is mimicked by a philosophical one from Harth.

"So, y'been around here long?"