Kane Keahi (bigbadmouth) wrote in freedom_reigns, @ 2016-09-12 18:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, c: myron, d: lorelai |
RP: Myron & Lorelai
Who: Myron and Lorelai
Where: Wildflower Cottage
When: Monday, September 12 - evening
What: Myron comes over for a visit and a snack
Myron had been out looking for Merry when Lorelai's first owl had come in on Sunday, so by the time he'd written her back, it was late into the wee hours of Monday. He hadn't slept much through that day, so he'd been awake when her response had come in that afternoon, and had already been up working on a song. Pouring his frustration and concern and anger into music. He finished up the flow he was on before getting up off the piano bench and heading for the floo. It wasn't late, only an hour or so after sunset. He might have worked on the song a little longer first, but he was hungry. He could feel it in his teeth.
Usually, Merry visited him every couple of days or so and let Myron drink. Sure, Myron could have tracked down a groupie to chow on, and she would have been willing, and his hypnosis would've made sure she couldn't tell anyone after. Myron knew all those things, but it wasn't the same, really, as a more honest encounter; anything more than supernatural charm and hypnosis took energy, and he'd rather focus his energy on Merton just now.
Myron wasn't the sort who believed nothing bad ought not ever happen to anyone. That wasn't life, and he'd had plenty of shite things happen to him that could prove that. But still, Merry was sort of... delicate, almost, and Myron was worried.
That concern showed on his face in the knitted brows and light scowl as Myron stepped out of the fireplace at Wildflower cottage. He was full of pent up anxious energy, and his restless senses sought out Lorelai quickly.
"Hey," he greeted her, flashing her a shallow, toothy smile as he wiped the soot from his face onto the glittery grey scarf he wore over a baggy red tunic shirt, ripped black jeans, and motorcycle boots.