Halne Gallagher (_fallengrace) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-12-06 22:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-27, grayson, halne |
The cure for a heart is to move along
Who: Grayson and Halne
Where: Heme
When: full dark, around 8pm
Of all the places in town that Halne had been to, she found she genuinely liked Heme the best. Perhaps it had everything to do with the fact that she could order angelic blood without anyone looking askance at her, but for whatever reason, it had a good vibe. Sure, there was the occasional time where she thought someone in the crowd would recognize her and put two and two together, but for the most part she was allowed to people-watch in peace. Oh, and drink. Largely the reason why she'd come was to partake of the different types of blood they had to offer and find which one beyond her own blood type she liked best. It was a very simple thing to do, and the perfect way to start her day. After all, it wasn't long at all after she'd risen for the evening and of course Halne had always pushed herself to the brink of needing to feed; she was sure that the human populace would appreciate her patronage of a vampire bar rather than the alternative, and she couldn't help but agree. She hated feeding, and even more so when she went and made herself extremely hungry. She was as careful as she could be, but she still found that as much as she put it off, it made it all the more likely for her to lose control a little bit once she finally did. Which was a habit she definitely needed to break herself of. If Halne was about one thing, it happened to be preserving those whom she fed upon, and if she was too ravenous to be careful, then how in the world was she doing anyone any good? She wasn't, no matter how she tried to make things better, or how often it was she bent the rules just enough to appease her own peace of mind. Apologizing to her victims wasn't something that anyone could really prove unless they followed her, and she did her part in making sure she left little trace when she went off to feed.
A mindset that she had tried to instill in Vivianna, but the younger vampire was of the idea that she and Halne were not horrible creatures. It still surprised her, just how thankful her childe was for what Halne had done. And really, you would think that she would be used to the idea of having actually sired someone, seeing as she had been with Vivianna for decades now. But no, the blonde Ophanim was still not used to the new level of self-hatred she'd attained for killing someone. It was against everything she had believed in, and she still woke up from nightmares about it. All the angelic blood in the world wasn't enough to soothe her, but she may as well try. Coming up to the bar proper once she'd scanned the crowd for any familiar faces, Halne waited patiently for her order to be taken. "AB+ angelic, please." She smiled a bit at the bartender helping her, carefully keeping her fangs hidden. She knew it was silly to hide them seeing as she'd ordered already, but she didn't really see the point in flashing them for no reason. Looking about, she noticed a man standing close to the bar that struck her as familiar looking. Recognition dawned on her and she realized that he was the owner; she'd seen him on television enough to do with the bar, and she was sure she couldn't forget a face like his. Plus, it was her job to gather as much intelligence about the area and its people as possible, and this seemed the perfect opportunity to at least do a little people-watching. Though as keenly as she happened to be looking at him, Halne was sure he'd eventually at least look her way. She saved the trouble of being caught staring and walked over to where he was standing once she was given her drink order. She just hoped she wasn't interrupting anything.
"Grayson Mudali, right? I recognized you from the television." Halne held out her hand, a soft smile on her lips.