fond_affections (fond_affections) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-01-31 18:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | dracula |
Who: Vlad and Ed
Where: Bella Sotto
When: After This
What: Conversation
Warnings: Um..none? Perhaps mild cursing.
Ed walked to the restaurant, an expensive wool overcoat over the equally expensive clothes wore. Black pants and a perfectly tailored jacket. A silk shirt in dark grey. The clothes spoke of his own association with money--the easy, unassuming, association that said he wasn't impressed by wealth nor lacking in it. He hadn't worn these clothes much since moving into BT and it was like reuniting with part of himself. Moving down the sidewalk toward the increasingly opulent areas that led to Bella Sotto, he felt a weight slip away. There was something going on. Jude's sudden departure was not, as some would have him believe, just the random act of a wealthy non-conformist. Even if he hadn't seen the memory-flash of Jude on her knees, desperate with pain he would have been certain of it. There was something wrong.
He shrugged and stretched his shoulders and arms as he walked, shaking off the residual stress from his oh-so-very frustrating exchange with Rosalie. He didn't know what she wanted-but since she didn't want an apology and they both knew he couldn't go back and change things, he was just a bit tired of her constantly playing the broken-hearted-me card every time they interacted. He wanted to tell her to grow the fuck up, but figured that she'd only take that as a further sign of his bastard-ness. He growled in frustration as he reached for the door of the restaurant just as a man was ushering a woman out. His growl startled them and he shot an apologetically charming smile in their direction as he went through the door in their wake.
Vlad was already there, speaking quietly to what must have been the manager. Everything about the conversation, which Ed couldn't hear but could evaluate from the body language, eye contact, and general demeanor, said that Vlad was going to get exactly what he asked for. Ed stood back, nodding toward Vlad when the host approached to ask if he had a reservation. As he looked around the quietly elegant space he gave a sigh of contentment. It was nice to be back in this element.