Theophilia Flowers will make some tea. (blackberrywine) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-07 15:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, pamela swynford de beaufort, theophilia flowers |
Who: Theo and Pam.
What: Groceries.
When: Saturday night, 10/
Where: Grocery store.
Rating: PG-13 for Pam's mouth.
Status: Complete!
Pam was trying to be the good girlfriend; even though she couldn’t eat, she thought it might be a good gesture for her to cook for Maia. She’d bought the makings of a simple gumbo - about the only thing she’d learned how to cook back home. She was waiting in line at the grocery store, hoping that Maia might enjoy her efforts.
Theo was jostled by someone behind her. Instead of falling down, she reached out to break her fall, her palm landing on someone’s shoulder. She got a flash of fangs and blood and vampire, enough to make her gasp. “I’m - I am so sorry,” Theo murmured, accent thick as ever.
Pam blinked, at first annoyed for half a second. But when the woman apologized and sounded downright scared, it made her curious. “Don’t apologize, I’m not gonna hit you.” She sounded like Shreveport, though, and it made her wary. “Louisiana, too?”
Shaking her head, Theo breathed deeply. This woman didn’t know that Theo was a reader, and it wasn’t any of Theo’s business anyway. “Nope, Virginia.” She smiled lopsidedly, tucking a few stray red hairs behind her ear. “Sorry, someone bumped inta me, couldn’t help it.”
“No problem. People are rude.” Pam shrugged. “What brought you here all the way from Virginia? I kinda just hitched a ride the first place I could get the hell outta Shreveport.”
“When I was a teenager, I just sorta decided I wanted to see the country. Met a man while I was here, and we got married. I never left, even after we got divorced.” She smiled, noticing belatedly that the woman was very, very pretty.
Pam set her stuff on the conveyor belt, nodding at the woman. “Weather’s nice, and I like it here because there’s a never-ending supply of clients and it ain’t Louisiana. I don’t need anything else for spaghetti marinara, right?” She looked over at her stuff.
“Not really, no, just seasoning. Cookin’ for your lady? Not like y’need to eat anymore, y’know?” Theo spoke before she could think, and she blushed. “Aw, hell.”
Pam immediately froze. “What are you?” Her voice was maybe a little louder than it ought to be, and one or two people eyed them.
Biting her lower lip, Theo sighed. “Embarrassed, for one. I’m a reader. From th’dreams. Among other things. Mostly? A witch. There’s lots’a other vampires in m’dreams, and I’m friends with a few. I don’t care ‘bout it at all.”
“A reader?” Pam echoed, lowering her voice. “Hold that thought.” She paid for her things and waited for the woman to pay for hers.
Once they were past the line and headed outside, Pam turned back to her. “I don’t think you’re delusional or anything, this place turned me into a damn vampire, and I’ve seen other craziness, but how is it you can read my mind with just a touch? Or can you?” She didn’t like being violated that way.
“I just get flashes. And I can’t control it, I wouldn’t do nothin’ like that on purpose. It’s why I’m careful ‘bout who and what I touch. I just saw y’r fangs, and blood. Since I know so many vampires, I just put and two together.” Theo sighed. “Look, can y’drink wine? I own a B&B and I run a winery outta it, and I want to apologize proper.”
“No, I can’t drink anything, but it’s okay.” The woman did seem apologetic. “All I can feed on is blood, but I’m thinking you have a husband or boyfriend or somebody who’d get real pissed off about that.” Pam smirked. “Don’t worry about it.” She was curious about a few other things, though. “How’d you guess about my girlfriend?”
“They would, yeah. M’boys are kind of sweet on me, it’s true.” Theo smiled and shrugged. “Dunno, just didn’t think you’d be the sort to cook for anyone y’weren’t sweet on. And the lady thing was a lucky guess. Dunno, you’re too pretty for men. Most of ‘em would bitch about you wearing lipstick that color even though it’s gorgeous as hell.” The redhead rolled her eyes. “They whine if we wear makeup and they whine if we don’t.”
She was oddly amused by that line of reasoning. “I’m a confirmed bachelorette, let’s say; men are boring. Though my clients are all men, and it’s fucking hysterical seeing them tied up and begging me to paddle them again.”
That made Theo giggle. “Somethin’ tells me y’re job is a lot more interestin’ than mine!”
“I’m a dominatrix.” Pam didn’t feel shame or awkwardness, especially not with this woman; she seemed almost motherly.
“Well, some people just need to feel a bit out of control to feel in control. Or to relax. Hell, half the time I think I’m with m’boyfriends ‘cause they make me feel young again. Sometimes I feel older’n I really am.” Theo blushed again. “You’re good at gettin’ me to talk about m’self!”
“Boyfriends?” Pam couldn’t help but be amused. “Little bit of a swinger?”
“Oh, no, they know ‘bout each other. They’re brothers.” Theo shrugged. It was their choice, and she loved them both.
“Kinky.” The idea amused her further. “But yeah, a lot of the time men just want to talk to me. Usually while they’re getting pegged, yeah, but still. I don’t fuck my clients, I fuck my girlfriend.”
Laughing, Theo shook her head. “They’re twins, and ... we’re all real close.” Her tone was fond, almost distant. But she continued. “There’s a difference between humiliatin’ men you don’t even care for and sleepin’ with a lady you like very much.”
“Well, I’m glad someone gets it.” Pam was starting to feel more comfortable with this woman. “I’m glad you got something going on. I’m just trying to keep my head above water. I get a lot of women giving me grief because they think I’m a hooker or something. You know how it goes.” She snickered. “Bless your heart and all.” This was a Southern woman. She’d get it.
Theo laughed and rolled her eyes. “That’s one’a the things I don’t miss ‘bout back home at all. That fake niceness. My mama and I just aren’t like that.” Even her grandmama had been blunt and to the point. They were straightforward women.
“I like using it to my advantage.” Pam smirked. “California women don’t always understand sass. My mama was a mean drunk bitch, and I used to give her that right back.” And run.
“I hope you don’t talk to her much now.” Theo shook her head. “LIfe’s too short to be stuck with people who don’t appreciate you.”
“Ain’t seen her since I was sixteen and she told me to get the fuck outta the house. So I did.” Pam shrugged.
“Atta girl,” Theo smirked. “I’m sorry, I wish you had a mama like mine. She wouldn’t have cared a whit if her daughter was gay, straight, asexual, omni, or a damn hermit. She used to tell me as long as I weren’t killin’ nobody, she was fine by me.”
“I don’t even know if she cared if I liked girls. I just pissed her off and wasn’t a fit companion to take to her AA meetings and tell all her friends she’d found Jee-zus.” Pam smirked again. “At least most of the people here don’t pull out the God arsenal. You get that up in Virginia, or have they stuck with politics?”
“Oh, hell no, they mix the two. God told so and so to vote.” Theo sighed. “It was enough to make me and Mama stay in the house.” People were weird everywhere, but at least in California they were mostly just vain.
“Aw, shit.” Pam let her full accent out on that, stretching the last word to two or three syllables. “Literally the only thing I miss about Shreveport is the po’ boys and I couldn’t have one of those again anyway.” Saying that out loud actually hurt a little bit, but she did her best to mask the twinge of sadness.
“Is there any way to make someone taste like one, y’think?” Theo cocked her head to the side a little.
“Don’t know, but I’d be damn grateful if I could find some blood that tasted like shrimp po’boy.” Pam managed to crack a smile without feeling pain.
“Well, you’re welcome to try me whenever you want. Wrist, though - don’t want Fred n’ George fretting over me.” Theo wondered if witches tasted different somehow.
“I appreciate it, but only if I get desperate.” Pam nodded, smirking. “Sometimes I get a little overzealous and I don’t want to have anybody pissed off at me.”
“How overzealous can you get on a wrist?” Theo chuckled. “But just know where I am in a pinch, sug, we’re friends now.”
“It’s nice of you. But also, I don’t wanna eat when my girlfriend’s coming over.” Pam smirked.
“Bah dum tiss,” Theo winked.
Pam chuckled. “Should probably get on home to cook before she comes over.” But meeting this woman hadn’t turned out so badly after all.
“Well, you have a good time. Remember, you have to bring her by my B&B sometime.” Theo gave Pam a little wave. It was always good to have more friends.