Leif Niemi (bloodcounts) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-11-29 04:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-21, leif, linnea |
no fear of my heart; absence of faith
Who: Leif & Linnea
Where: Niemi household
When: Morning
There was something about this that felt far too much like he was about to begin for the very first time - an absurd notion, because he was not and the first person to imply that he was would be cursed into next week. It was, however, the first time he could really recall wandering into something involving Linnea without the explicit intention of setting her up for some kind of fall, and in doing so Leif was now wondering if it was himself who might be at risk of taking more than just a tumble. He could not actually remember the last lesson he had had with her, but he could remember that feeling he got from knowing he no longer needed to have them as though it happened a few hours ago. The smug, somewhat childish relief at never having to sacrifice his own time for her again. It was his to do with what he wanted. What he had wanted was the magic - now he had that. His elementalism needing coaching, though. He knew that, and that was why he had asked. Despite the fact he had promised himself time and time again he would never approach her if she were the last elemental on the planet, she was also the one who actually wanted some kind of connection with him.
‘You could stand to lose the tie.’
Glancing in his rearview mirror as he pulled up, Leif actually took his familiar’s advice for once and left the tie in the glovebox, his collar undone. Just because he often wore a full suit to drain any given individual it did not mean he needed to be overly formal now. Unless he did. Would she expect him to be? It was an odd divide, Jokull then Linnea. For anything involving the former he would have made certain he was straight-backed and impeccably dressed. Now he was always straight-backed and tended to be impeccably dressed because he did not know when to - how to - simply let go a little.
Still.
‘She isn’t going to like seeing that,’ Miakoda remarked dryly as he pulled a large white plastic bottle of what looked like far too much blood from the footwell of the passenger seat and slid out of the car as though it were only his briefcase. She probably wouldn’t like seeing it, but Leif knew that. It was also immaterial. He had offered protection for the house against whatever vampire had a thirst for water elementals and she had accepted. What was more, he had prepared it the night before and a good deal of it was his own blood. ‘Are you carrying? - Other than the plastic thing.’
“Yes.” That was about as much of an answer as she was going to get as he knocked, then swung one arm around to lock the car doors with the key fob. There was no way he would ever carry around that volume of his own blood - however much it had been tampered with - and not carry at least four other favourites to ward off anything that got too curious. But if Linnea could open up the door, he would be much obliged. He could do with a sweet tea. ‘And potentially a transfusion.’ “I should have left you at home.”