Sully (just) (theartisan) wrote in at_the_gates, @ 2012-03-02 19:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | ephraim sullivan, theodora rhyme |
Who: Theo Rhyme and Ephraim Sullivan
Where: The Shamrock Inn
What: Displays of magic, 'manly' prowess and the nigh-certainty of swearing from the aforementioned teenage werewolf.
Rating: See above.
He was not the most noticeable of candidates for notice in the Shamrock. Perhaps that was why he came. Perhaps it was simply the combination of overly-washed and worn grey cardigan (gone thin at the elbows and ratty at the sleeves and with pockets sagging from previous contents until the whole thing was limp and lifeless) and cordoroy trousers better suited for consignment to a dustbin -- and the blankly pleasant expression worn by a man fit for corners and dark places, sitting in shadows and haunting the dog-ends of places. Ephraim Sullivan had several days worth of sprawling horror to deal with -- not the least of which the uncomfortable sentiments of facing feelings due magic, his sister and the mix thereof, all of which sat like glass shards infinite and sharp and lodged deep within flesh and heart -- and he had taken himself to the Shamrock to do as was done best.
It was not the first time. That was long hence and forgotten, just another face and pair of hands and an order given comfortably and politely in the knowledge it was completely nondescript. (Sully was good at nondescript. He even cleaned the ink smudges from his hands when he sought true anonymity) It was not even the last time; the place was busy as such places were wont to be when it was a Friday night and the pubs had become warm refuge, filled with beery-familiar smell and too many bodies wedged up against one another along the bar. He'd come - drifted, really - when it was quieter, slower. Taken a spot at the very end of the bar, with sketchpad (small, more of a notebook than a real sketching space) and pencil and sat there with his order pushed to the neat left and out of the way.
Perhaps he was noticeable, in his own way -- this was not a working call. That which had been ordered was a simple, white saucer and cup, filled with rapidly-cooling coffee.