Dagmar Niemi (devilswater) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-08-26 21:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-15, dagmar, leif |
he doesn't look a thing like jesus but he talks like a gentleman
Who: Dagmar and Leif
When: Later afternoon
Where: Leif's home
Had anyone told Dagmar that she'd actually be asking her brother for a favor a year ago then she'd have laughed in their face. Actually, if they'd told her that same thing only a month ago she'd still have laughed in their face and then she'd have told them to take their ideas and go somewhere else. But Leif had shown up when she and Satu had been hurt at the bridge and he'd actually helped them, to her everlasting surprise. She still didn't trust him, she wasn't an idiot, but he could be useful. Back when Jokull had been alive Dagmar would've never offered her blood up willingly for something in exchange -- she'd only put herself forward when he'd looked at Satu speculatively -- but Leif was different. Leif wasn't as frightening to her. He wasn't the dark, looming figure with the needles and knives who made her and mother cry whenever he was home. Leif was just Leif, a lesser sort of shadow where she could still see the face and didn't need to be scared.
Technically she probably should be scared of Leif, that blood magic he played with wasn't a joke, but she just couldn't be. It was like asking someone to be afraid of a legionnaire demon when they'd played and dealt with the actual devil. They could still hurt pretty damn bad, or kill, but they weren't as frightening. No one and nothing in the world could be as bone-deep terrifying as Jokull had been. Why? Because he was her father and there had been nothing anyone could do to keep him away. She remembered, with a clarity that she hated, what it had been like when she was little and they had still lived with Jokull. Worse, she remembered that awful time when Linnea had been gone for a year and she'd been left the eldest child in the house because Jokull had sent Kajsa and Leif off to boarding school. That had been when Jokull started taking her blood. "Ugh!" Dagmar let out a disgusted noise, hitting her hand on the steering wheel as she parked the car. "Get over the goddamn moping and go get your blood!" She knew that she should've brought Slipper with her. The otter wouldn't have minded the drizzle anymore than she did and could've done wonders at keeping her mind from going to all of these places. Best cure for that was a good smoke, but her stash was empty and she wasn't sure she wanted to mix drugs with vampire blood.
Slamming her door behind her, Dagmar rearranged her bracelet and made her way up to the front door. Walking wasn't easy. She wasn't supposed to be walking much yet, or driving at all, but she'd be damned if she asked Leif over and gave her mother a heart attack. Linnea hadn't been acting quite right since she came home last night and it was unnerving. She'd risk bleeding again before she let her see what she was doing. For all that she claimed she didn't have a problem doing it, she did, and it was because of Linnea. Later she'd probably have some sort of a breakdown but right now she just wanted the blood that would help her heal faster. Then she could try and make things normal again. Then she'd be able to figure out what the hell was going on with Satu, because that girl was getting freakier by the day. Upon reaching the door she didn't bother to knock, she just reached for the handle and opened it herself. And it felt so much better inside than it did out there. "Hey Leif!" she called, dropping her purse on the floor like she came here all the time when she had actually hardly been here at all. "You're home, right? I want to get this over with and go home." To check on Linnea, but she wasn't going to share that. Leif didn't need to know anything was wrong with her.