Valerie maintained the eye contact while Julianna offered an explanation without any prompting. She let a moment pass in silence as she rolled the information around in her mind. Pried meant the girl had found out by her own methods; the information hadn’t just been handed over. The blonde could accept that as much as knowing some people couldn’t cope with the spectrum of supernatural entities that shared the world with them. She didn’t blame them either, if she didn’t have the power to battle them perhaps she’d feel the same.
“Okay.”
One simple word and a slight shrug of shoulders and that was that. Evidently the situation was taken in the blonde’s stride. No reason to get upset, no sense of placing blame for the sake of it. The cocoa was raised to her lips and she took a liberal sip. Swished the liquid around her mouth as if that would take away the sticky residue it left behind, then swallowed knowing it wouldn’t.
Valerie quirked an eyebrow but didn’t ask the woman to elaborate on ‘scattered’. The chances that he might have swallowed some sort of pill were probably higher than the chances that he hadn’t. No mystery there, no need to put a spotlight on his recreational habits, no need to comment on it. Instead the blonde cast her gaze across the street as she let out a slight hum.
“He’s…” Green eyes narrowed in thought then sought out Julianna’s as she plucked what she considered the most appropriate word to describe Brian from her mind. “Sensitive.”
Then she sniffed, straightening up to wipe off imaginary fluff from her shirt absentmindedly. Whatever emotions may have tried to surface were pushed aside so Valerie could discuss more important matters.
“I was wondering if you had any kind of protection charms that I could give him, I’d buy them of course, but I have none of my own to share.”
The tip of her tongue pressed against her lower lip before she she added clearly though quietly.
“An elder vampire attacked him, save a splint on his wrist and a few good bruises he’s as fine as can be expected. The redhead though, she’s been around from at least the thirties, I don’t know her name. Since I keep myself to myself, I imagine she saw him as a way to get to me, without actually finding me. I know that she was staying at the Hart. I’m not reckless enough to try and get in there, though.”
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on 2013-12-09 11:44 pm (UTC)“Okay.”
One simple word and a slight shrug of shoulders and that was that. Evidently the situation was taken in the blonde’s stride. No reason to get upset, no sense of placing blame for the sake of it. The cocoa was raised to her lips and she took a liberal sip. Swished the liquid around her mouth as if that would take away the sticky residue it left behind, then swallowed knowing it wouldn’t.
Valerie quirked an eyebrow but didn’t ask the woman to elaborate on ‘scattered’. The chances that he might have swallowed some sort of pill were probably higher than the chances that he hadn’t. No mystery there, no need to put a spotlight on his recreational habits, no need to comment on it. Instead the blonde cast her gaze across the street as she let out a slight hum.
“He’s…” Green eyes narrowed in thought then sought out Julianna’s as she plucked what she considered the most appropriate word to describe Brian from her mind. “Sensitive.”
Then she sniffed, straightening up to wipe off imaginary fluff from her shirt absentmindedly. Whatever emotions may have tried to surface were pushed aside so Valerie could discuss more important matters.
“I was wondering if you had any kind of protection charms that I could give him, I’d buy them of course, but I have none of my own to share.”
The tip of her tongue pressed against her lower lip before she she added clearly though quietly.
“An elder vampire attacked him, save a splint on his wrist and a few good bruises he’s as fine as can be expected. The redhead though, she’s been around from at least the thirties, I don’t know her name. Since I keep myself to myself, I imagine she saw him as a way to get to me, without actually finding me. I know that she was staying at the Hart. I’m not reckless enough to try and get in there, though.”