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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."

Date: 2011-09-24 08:36 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] 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.

Date: 2011-09-24 08:54 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] 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.

Date: 2011-09-24 09:13 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] 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.

Date: 2011-09-24 09:39 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] 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.

Date: 2011-09-24 10:55 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] 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...

Date: 2011-09-26 10:00 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] 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."

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