WHO: Vlad and Stefan WHEN: Week 12; Tuesday, mid-morning WHERE: Vlad's house WHAT: Breakfast, more unpacking and talking RATING: Relatively low, I think STATUS: Closed, In progress
The new house was large.
Larger, perhaps, than what was needed but Vlad had always favored places with plenty of space and a lot of light – there was some things that never entirely left one no matter how long a life you lived, and the damp darkness of the cell in Oratea was one of them.
Even so, he had abandoned Stefan to the tender mercies of his daughter their first night in – not intentionally, though he had not been lying when he said that his avoidance was deliberate – in favor of spending the evening in the company of an old friend. Had dragged himself home during the early hours of the morning to collapse in an undignified heap on the sofa in what would eventually become the sitting room.
He'd woken up several hours later, covered in a blanket, the scent of coffee hanging pleasantly in the air. Blinking owlishly, he pushed back the cover, swinging barefeet onto the cold hardwood floor.