lydia liebt ihren vampir (onthetown) wrote in find_horcruxes, @ 2009-12-19 22:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | angus macdougal, lydia townsley |
RP Log: Angus & Lydia
Characters: Angus MacDougal and Lydia Townsley
Setting: Caer Dubh, on the night of 17 December, 1979
Summary: After an evening of cleaning up her own house, Lydia comes back to the castle to have a relationship talk with Angus. Haircuts are discussed and sentiments are exchanged! And lots of cute occurs.
Warnings: Talk of relations. Oo la la.
With Lacey coming home in just a few short days, Lydia had tried valiantly to stay at her house for the night. She had gone over to clean up, mostly because everything was under a thin layer of dust after the house was pretty much neglected for the past few months. The house almost felt foreign to her, though. It was too quiet, too empty, too...vulnerable. And so, at about one in the morning that first night, she gave up and Apparated back to the castle. It continued like that for the next couple of days. She went to the house after work and did some cleaning, then felt uncomfortable and went to the castle. It was sort of odd that after just a few months she would find the castle to be more of a home to her than the house she was paying a mortgage on was. But, there it was. It was that realization coupled with the fact that Angus was going to be meeting her daughter in a few days that stirred Lydia enough to decide they needed to discuss their relationship. Normally she would do a great deal to get out of such conversations, especially after she decided that she wasn't going to talk about emotions until 1980. However, it was a rule that she had made for herself long ago - if one of her boyfriends was to meet Lacey, she needed to make sure that it wasn't a disposable relationship in the eyes of the man. She had a feeling that Angus didn't feel that way, but the talk had to happen regardless. So, after she finished dusting down the sitting room and did some vacuuming, Lydia Apparated back to the castle and quickly hunted down Angus. And then stood blinking for a few moments. "You got a haircut," she said, pointing out the obvious as a smile crossed her face. "Like it?" he asked. He was still wearing the same tilted grin, but the silver hair was cropped short, much as he'd had it in the Great War. Angus went back and forth on where he wanted his hair, but he'd been feeling like more of a respectable citizen these days. It seemed to call for looking like a little less of a barbarian. Just a little, though - the worn-out jeans and equally worn out Rolling Stones t-shirt were staying. "Love it," Lydia replied with a grin, closing the distance and automatically pushing herself up onto her toes so she could reach up and run her fingers through his now short hair. Not that she had ever really had anything against his long hair, but there was something decidedly attractive about a bit more clean cut Angus. "So much that I'm having a difficult time keeping from swaying and swooning on the spot." "No need to hold back, really," he cheerfully replied, sliding an arm around her waist. "I gotcha. Swoon all yeh like." Yes, the haircut had definitely been a good call. As random whims went, this had been a successful one. He'd developed something of an addiction to making Lydia smile, so it was always nice when it turned out to be easy. Lydia leaned back just a bit, one of her hands going to her forehead for just a moment before she lost any will to be silly like that and just laughed. After all, haircut or not, she had an agenda and she needed to stick to it. Any more distractions and she would forget about it all and just drag him up to his bedroom. So after she stole a quick kiss, Lydia dropped back down from her toes. "I do have to talk to you about something, though. Shall we sit?" "...sure." Which was in this case code for "oh bloody hell." The words "I have to talk to you about something" seldom went well. The last time Lydia had used them, it had been to tell him she'd been making out with her ex-husband. He hoped to god it wasn't another episode of that. Back then, it hadn't really been a big deal. They'd just been on a few dates, there weren't any official agreements of exclusivity or anything like that, and so he'd considered her free to be snogging whoever she liked. Now, though... Things were different. He'd fallen pretty hard for her, truth be told. They hadn't actually sat down and talked about being official and exclusive, but...ah, Christ. He was worrying about a girl and if she loved him like he was seventeen again instead of nearly 700 years past that. Which was either a very good sign or a very bad one, depending on what he was sitting down on the sofa to hear. Lydia fell into the sofa, her legs crossing and her hands dropping to her lap. She wanted very badly to keep playing with his hair, but it was probably best to stop doing that while she was trying to have a serious conversation with the man. "I have this rule," she started, figuring that it was best to try and at least attempt to explain herself. "Before I bring someone home to meet Lacey, we need to talk about the relationship. Like... where we see it going." She paused for a moment, her eyes rising from her folded hands to meet his. "And since I'd really like for you to meet her while she is home, I guess... where do you see us going?" Well, that was surely not as bad as it could be. It was a difficult question to answer, mostly since he wasn't sure what her answer to it might be. As he realized that was what was holding him up, though, Angus also realized that it wasn't really a hard question. The answer was easy; it was just the consequences following the answer that might be hard. Angus knew well enough now, though, that he could survive anything, up to and including death. So he answered honestly. "I love you," he said, as if he were just stating a simple fact. That was how it felt to him: it was a clear, incontrovertible truth that required no embellishment or need for his voice to be weighed down with it. "And I'm not one who's much in and out of love. So...I reckon I'll keep yeh long as yeh'll stay, Lydia." Lydia's face softened visibly, her eyes widening as he said those words. While she didn't assume that they were going to be doing anything so extreme as walking different ways due to this conversation, she also hadn't ever allowed herself to think that he would give her a proclamation of love. However, as she reached over a cupped his cheek gently with her hand, she knew that she returned the sentiment. Absolutely and utterly. Somehow in the course of the past few months, she had fallen in love with the vampire that she was sitting next to. Lydia hadn't used the word "love" when it came to a man in nine years - not since Sturgis. It had always seemed like such a frightening notion since then, but sitting there with him... it didn't seem so scary. Leaning in, Lydia pulled him toward her to give Angus a slow and gentle kiss. Once she broke it, though, she smiled. "I love you too. So I reckon you're going to be stuck with me." That...that was about as well as anything ever could have possibly gone. Angus smiled back at her and stayed right where he was, still close enough to kiss her should the urge strike. "Sounds good to me," he agreed, a little quieter, and then the urge did strike. He kissed her softly as his arm wrapped a little closer around her, and when that one was ended he still didn't move away. "So let's work out however yeh'd like to do introductions, then." Lydia happily tucked in a bit closer to Angus, her fingers curling into his shirt as she thought. "It would be a bit easier if Sturgis wasn't busy being such a dolt about her not coming to the castle," she said honestly, her tone light despite that she was complaining about her ex-husband. "But otherwise, I think that you should just come by some evening after dinner. I'd prefer sooner over later." "Second night she's home?" Angus suggested. "Gives yeh a day for just mother-daughter stuff, an' time to explain things an' all that..." Which did bring up a matter of some import, now that he thought about it. "Yeh gonna tell 'er I'm a vampire right off?" he inquired. "I'm thinkin' it might be easier that way, but I'll bow t'yer judgment here." "Yeah, I will," Lydia nodded. She had decided that ages ago, even if she hadn't mentioned it in letters. It seemed like something that would be so much easier to explain in person. "I really don't foresee it being any kind of problem. In all honesty, she'll most likely just decide that it's the coolest thing ever and come up with a whole list of questions to ask you." She smiled a bit fondly. "So, you know. Be prepared for that." "Questions I can handle," Angus chuckled. He'd always liked children, and he'd always preferred straightforwardness in adults as well. Facing a twelve-year-old inquisition would be no bother, as far as he was concerned. "God knows I love to talk, so I canna 'magine we'll run into any trouble there." "All right, good," Lydia replied, a bit relieved even though she knew that she probably didn't need to be. She knew that Angus was a hell of a lot different than any of the other men that she had dated in the past. And, really, anyone after Cecil, her most recent ex, was an improvement. Angus, however, was more of an improvement than she could have ever hoped. Reaching down, she took his hand and let her fingers slip through his. Smiling, Lydia squeezed lightly. "She's going to like you a lot." "I'll surely do m' best to be likable," Angus chuckled. He didn't think he'd do too badly at this juncture. He usually got on well with kids, and she wouldn't have reason to think him an attempted replacement for dad or anything like that at this juncture. And he did have a castle. The odds were in his favor. "I have complete faith in you," Lydia replied. She stole a quick kiss and pushed her fingers through that short hair of his once before leaning back to smile. "After all, I seem to find you perfectly likable and we all know just how hard I am to please." "We'll just hope your daughter's got similar taste, then." Angus wasn't too worried. Not too worried. Just a little worried. He had to be at least a little worried, just knowing how important Lacey was to Lydia. She was the one thing that Angus knew if it came to an either-or choice, he'd have to go. That made this meeting important, and he was determined to make sure it went right. Which of course meant that he had to be absolutely cool and not nervous about it. Tough to do - but what were 713 years on earth for if not learning to deal with a tough spot. "She's a smart girl," Lydia replied, confident that this meeting would go nice and smooth. It was also good that Lacey would be seeing him before having one on one time with her father, at least she thought so. While she liked to think the best of Sturgis, it helped her sleep better at night knowing that he couldn't plant any potentially anti-vampire slanderings in her mind. Letting out a breath, Lydia squeezed Angus's hand once more. "Well, that's about where the deep and meaningful topics end for me. Unless you have more to add...?" Angus grinned and leaned almost close enough for a kiss. "I got nothin'," he decisively replied. Since he was already there, he went ahead for the kiss - not just for a matter of convenience, though. It was a kiss that had been waiting since Lydia walked in, and one that was probably going to lead upstairs. The castle was a little too busy these days for it to stay on the sofa. It was just the kind of kiss that Lydia liked best and would especially miss when she was busy with Lacey at home. It was a good thing that the girl was going to have quality time with her father and Aunt Joanna or Lydia was certain that she would just about wither and die by the time the holidays were over. But, luckily, the holidays hadn't come just yet and if Lydia wanted to make it through, it would be wise to make the most of it. "I've had a thought," she said after breaking the kiss and hardly bothering to pull away. "And it had to do with you and me and your bed." She paused, then smiled. "Let's go upstairs, please." Angus smiled right back and stood, taking both her hands in his as he stood. "As yeh wish, m'lady." It was an agreement no harder to make than saying he loved her had been. Not much was going to be easy...but at least this much was. |