Breakfast in Bed.

[ladysmaid]

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."

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[cats_the_musical]

Uchh, how she despises dusk!

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.

[ladysmaid]

"Evening Miss Willow. Now come on now, soon as you're ready. You need to drink. Don't think you have been enough, with all the taken care of yourself you need to do."

Elsie knows her blood is Better.

[cats_the_musical]

Willow coughs a few more times before sitting up and putting her bowl aside and gesturing Elsie forward. Other nights she might argue -- after all, Elsie is actually Violet's ghoul, it's only natural that Violet be allow to take the first sip. But Violet's assured her that she doesn't mind sharing, and Elsie's very stubborn when she's not playing for an audience. And it's rather nice to be fussed over her first night back. So tonight, she takes the proffered wrist without so much as a peep.

[ladysmaid]

Elsie's happy that Willow's not putting up a fight for once -- she's family, after all, and Miss Violet doesn't take enough to push Elsie to the edge of endurance or anything -- and will happily wait as she's bitten and Willow drinks. "Good. You'll feel better," she says.

[cats_the_musical]

Willow sinks her fangs into Elsie's wrist, reaching out to guide the ghoul to sit on the edge of her bed as she does so. Elsie might be used to the Kiss after all this time, but it would still be terribly rude to even possibly allow her to fall to the floor.

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.

[ladysmaid]

And Elsie sits patiently, though she's sure that she'd make it through just fine, thank you, but it would be bad form to be silly about that. Then she will take said soiled bandages from Willow as she undoes them, and squeeze them out over the bowl so there's no chance of dripping.
"So what've you got planned for the night, Miss Willow?"

[cats_the_musical]

Willow licks her lips to be sure she's cleaned them of all traces of Elsie's blood. Dribbling is terribly inelegant, and the music in her ears tonight reminds her that the opposite of that is by far the more appropriate goal.

"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.

[ladysmaid]

"Their loss," Elsie says warmly. Sometimes literally. "I hope you have a good time."

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.

[cats_the_musical]

"I always try to."

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...

[ladysmaid]

"If there's anything else you need help with, Miss Willow, just let us know."

[cats_the_musical]

"I wouldn't dream of doing otherwise," Willow answers, extracting a shimmery green dress from the depths and inspecting her resulting reflection in the mirror. "Thank you for breakfast. Your care is, as always, much appreciated."