Louis Donovan (strikethose) wrote in repose, @ 2016-08-16 21:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, claire johnson, daniel webster, louis donovan |
[log: antique store - daniel/claire/louis]
Who: Daniel, Claire and Louis
What: A long-discussed meeting about certain cult activity in the Capital.
Where: The Antique Store
When: This evening
Warnings/Rating: TBD
Louis couldn't rightly say he knew how to prepare for a meeting with a scion of the church. She had said all the right things in their conversation, done her level best to reassure him that her first act through the door would not be to start a ritual of banishment, but that did nothing to calm the roiling, not entirely his own, inside his chest. Not fear, per se, but distaste, dislike. The thing whispered, as it often did. Louis ignored it as much as he could, as always.
In the end, he stuck with tea. Simple, to the point. If she wanted something stronger he had whiskey tucked away in a cabinet, but hot water and a chosen tea bag would have to be enough in the refreshment department. He'd hardly eaten all day. For weeks he'd reassured himself that this meeting would be nothing more than a formality, but now that it had crept up on him, he didn't feel so confident anymore.
He was grateful Daniel would be there, even if Claire seemed like a perfectly decent person. The last time he'd opened his door for the other man had been in very different circumstances, obviously. All the fights of the last few months didn't change the simple fact that he felt better with him there. He hadn't forgotten what Daniel had said to him, and he wouldn't. But he still wanted to be his friend, as he could. Importantly, he did trust him. That was key.
Whatever Louis' own seething anxieties, this was important. If he had somehow been involved in deaths - more deaths - this was no longer a problem he could conceal and hope to cope with on his own.
The sun was getting low when he answered the door, the sign against it already flipped to CLOSED. He pulled the latch before he could second guess it - he even managed a small, tight smile. "Hello there," he said. "My apartment is just up the stairs. Do come in."