WHO: Marco and Lexi WHAT: Visit, tour of Marco's collection, and who knows what else. WHERE: Marco's WHEN: Tuesday night, around 8pm WHY: Because RATING: TBD STATUS: Incomplete
When Marco woke up that evening, in the wine cellar, it was the same as it always was. He managed to squeeze just one more drop out of his vial of veela blood - it was nearly empty, though, and he felt that familiar rush of panic because he didn't know when he'd get to taste it again. At least he had that drop now, though. That was better than nothing. Marco got dressed - slipped into those familiar leather pants and a black t-shirt - and headed upstairs.
The villa looked like a person lived there, thanks to Henri. When it was just Marco, he'd forget to turn on lights or clean. Now he could smell whatever food Henri had been eating last, could hear the dog out in the back yard. There were lights on, the place was reasonably clean and the drinks were well-stocked. Even though Marco didn't know where things stood with he and his ex-husband (but what else was new?) he knew one thing: he was glad that he had Henri. If it weren't for him, Marco knew he probably would have stopped bothering with humanity a long time ago.
Now he was expecting Lexi. Marco poured himself a drink and moved to sort through his new owls while he waited. Business paperwork, a letter from Bianca, and the usual correspondence. He sipped at his scotch and skimmed through it all, keeping an eye on the fireplace since he was expecting Lexi to arrive any moment.