Breakfast in Bed.
Sep. 24th, 2011 02:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It's Dusk, and Elsie heads over to Miss Willow's bedroom -- always Miss Willow's bedroom, even when she's not around to use it -- and rolls up her sleeves.
"Miss Willow? You awake? You need a drink."
"Miss Willow? You awake? You need a drink."
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Date: 2011-09-24 08:36 am (UTC)Well no, that's a lie. What she despises is the way her throat gapes open as the last sliver of sun sinks behind the horizon, spilling blood into the bandages that she hopefully applied before the previous day's dawning. What she despises is the waste. What she despises is the way it makes her vulnerable. What she despises is that, even though he's now fully dead, she still can't escape that damned Toreador!
She rolls over and seizes the bowl kept at her bedside for just this reason, coughing the blood down into it so that it won't pool in her lungs as she heals the nightly damage.
"Good evening, Elsie," she croaks wetly.
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Date: 2011-09-24 08:40 am (UTC)Elsie knows her blood is Better.
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Date: 2011-09-24 09:13 am (UTC)As always, it doesn't take nearly as much of Elsie's blood to perk Willow up. Satisfied, she licks the puncture wounds closed and releases the wrist before reaching up to unwind her soiled bandages.
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Date: 2011-09-24 09:17 am (UTC)"So what've you got planned for the night, Miss Willow?"
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Date: 2011-09-24 09:39 am (UTC)"Mmm, I think tonight's plans may belong to the night," she answers. "If I can't find a more immediate use for myself, there's always reintroducing myself to the city. She never forgets me, but those walking her streets sometimes have shorter memories."
She'll talk to Violet and Jack first of course, if only to find out if they have any requests.
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Date: 2011-09-24 09:48 am (UTC)Elsie, managing to be pretty steady despite just having been fed on. She drapes the bandages over her bare arm and picks up the bowl.
Elsie is civilized. She normally prefers to be hygenic. And this bowl was just coughed up. Regardless of the fact that it's still just pure vampire blood, it's hard to call that sanitary.
Elsie draws herself up. She is not some vitae-grubbing lackey. She doesn't do her job looking after her lady and the family just to get that irresistible blood. She'd do the job anyway. Without the silly Bond, without anything. That was family. That was love.
...But it didn't mean she wasn't still an addict, as much as the next ghoul. And it smelled so good.
Waste not, want not. As Elsie turned away, she lifted the bowl to her lips and drank. Then, when the rapturous look passes, she wipes her lips with the back of her hand in turn, a little embarrrassed.
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Date: 2011-09-24 10:55 am (UTC)Willow politely pretends that Elsie is invisible while the she drinks from the bowl. It isn't as if she hasn't done the same while traveling, when there's no eager ghoul to spoil her when she wakes. Tonight there is an eager ghoul for her, and there's no sense in the...extra...blood going to waste. Starving childer in the Canadian tundra and all that.
She hums softly to herself as she moves over to her wardrobe and begins picking through her clothes. It's been awhile since she's been here, she may have to slide "shopping" into the night's plans...
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