|daniel lives a (bene_placito) wrote in repose,|
@ 2019-11-24 22:08:00
|Entry tags:||*log, aubrey rois, daniel webster|
Into Town: Daniel/OPEN
Who: Daniel & Aubrey!
What: Some mild crazy and teeth!
Where: Outside the Bus Station
When: Day after
Daniel was disoriented when the next dusk came, but he wasn’t unduly concerned. He had spent the day safely out of the sun’s burning eye in the shelter of the nearest coaching inn, a place completely deserted of occupants and owner. There were not even many tables, only shiny curved benches and the smell of spilled lamp oil. When evening came, the owner of the inn finally arrived, a curvaceous blonde that smelled like brimstone. The demon and the vampire observed each other from across the length of the building, neither commenting, until finally Daniel made a poised and unhurried exit into the purple dusk. The encounter was less worrisome than the relative peculiarity of his surroundings, a place like but unlike the other inns he had known in his lifetime.
Daniel moved out into the skeletal apple groves, quiet and remote in the path of coming winter. The train was long gone, and in its absence the natural world seemed especially clean and unvarnished. The night was relatively warm and apart from the absence of a hat, Daniel felt equal to it. The vampire was an urban creature, but he knew Repose; though judging from the strange nature of the coaching inn, he had perhaps lost a few years from the time he had last visited. Again, he was not concerned, and didn’t wonder why.
America always seemed to have larger skies than England, the land flatter and the people louder. He wondered if Victoria was still queen. Probably: the woman was more stubborn and more gray than a district peak. Daniel vaguely remembered that the village was to the south, and he hoped to find his grandson there as well as a warm cup of tea. (He was also hungry, but he was trying not to dwell on that fact.) Perhaps he would run across someone soon that would direct him to Holly and the musician’s shop.