Valerie didn’t share the humour as Julianna spoke about telling information to the wrong people. She merely tilted her head to the right and watched the woman intently, a small cryptic smile caught at the corners of her mouth, though she chose not to say anything just yet. Everything she said had been true, the blonde had lived through it after all, but at least the elder had the grace to understand human nature. Even if it was striking now, with a force that Valerie herself hadn’t expected, let alone truly understood. Loneliness it seemed had taken root within her over time.
Silence lingered, though it was heavy it wasn’t uncomfortable. Several sips of hot cocoa sweetened her saliva more than it warmed her but she’d take what she could get. It was the tentative question that halted the mug on its way to her lips, Valerie looked towards Julianna, and quietly hoped her expression wasn’t startled. She took a gulp, an excuse to make a quick decision, since there were technically two people she could mention. Sabra however, she wasn’t ready to discuss. “There is.”
The soft way those two words were spoken said more than they intended as the blonde set her mug back down. She wasn’t asking permission to let people in, she was telling her that she was. There was no hostility. In a sense, strength, to stand for what she believed was right. For her.
“It’s... Tentative. We really don’t see each other very often. The first time we decided to hang out we were attacked by a vampire. I didn’t tell him what I was, but he didn’t run, either. In fact, he found out by himself, accidently. I did not take that well, like, at all.”
Valerie tried to choose her words carefully. On one hand it unnerved her that there was someone out there telling humans and vampires about the chosen ones and the Council. On the other she didn’t want to come off as looking down on Julianna because she didn’t know the ins and outs of how it came to be. Then again, it was Valerie’s life on the line, wasn’t it?
The tip of her index finger swiped through cream as she met Julianna’s gaze unflinchingly.
“I believe you’ve met him, with your shared acquaintance in common, at the Skylark opening.”
She offered a slight smile before licking the cream off her finger with a slight shrug. It was her way of saying everything without needing to delve into anything that might come off as judging.
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on 2013-12-08 08:21 am (UTC)Silence lingered, though it was heavy it wasn’t uncomfortable. Several sips of hot cocoa sweetened her saliva more than it warmed her but she’d take what she could get. It was the tentative question that halted the mug on its way to her lips, Valerie looked towards Julianna, and quietly hoped her expression wasn’t startled. She took a gulp, an excuse to make a quick decision, since there were technically two people she could mention. Sabra however, she wasn’t ready to discuss. “There is.”
The soft way those two words were spoken said more than they intended as the blonde set her mug back down. She wasn’t asking permission to let people in, she was telling her that she was. There was no hostility. In a sense, strength, to stand for what she believed was right. For her.
“It’s... Tentative. We really don’t see each other very often. The first time we decided to hang out we were attacked by a vampire. I didn’t tell him what I was, but he didn’t run, either. In fact, he found out by himself, accidently. I did not take that well, like, at all.”
Valerie tried to choose her words carefully. On one hand it unnerved her that there was someone out there telling humans and vampires about the chosen ones and the Council. On the other she didn’t want to come off as looking down on Julianna because she didn’t know the ins and outs of how it came to be. Then again, it was Valerie’s life on the line, wasn’t it?
The tip of her index finger swiped through cream as she met Julianna’s gaze unflinchingly.
“I believe you’ve met him, with your shared acquaintance in common, at the Skylark opening.”
She offered a slight smile before licking the cream off her finger with a slight shrug. It was her way of saying everything without needing to delve into anything that might come off as judging.