Re: log: dietre a. & daniel w.
Dietre was certainly a strange one to find in a tiny house out in the Repose forest. He seemed foreign to Daniel, a peculiar little cookie of a man that didn’t fit any of the shapes he had seen so far. Repose brought out the odd and the unique, it was true, and boasted a number of people far more foreign to America than Daniel, but to his opinion most of them blended in rather well to the general populace; take Louis, for example. Dietre‘s accent was thick and his discomfort with society obvious. Daniel frankly wondered how the man was surviving out here. He looked curiously at the dog once more and wondered what solace it really offered.
Daniel looked again at his host just in time to see the idea of a decision almost rip the poor boy in two. The vampire smiled, lifting his glass to cover the movement of his lips, and leaving the rim there for a while as he let the conversation plow forward in a new direction. He had no particular purpose here, no goal except to hear the instrument play, and that meant he was already going to get whatever he wanted from the engagement. Anything in the intermediary was a bonus. “Mimi is quite jealous, as all beautiful women have right to be,” he said, twisting the glass so the surface of the liquid rocked gently from side to side. Daniel raised both eyebrows in gentle inquiry. “Sieglinde?” He pounced the name flawlessly.
Daniel concentrated on Dietre’s gloomy look at the window without following it to its inevitable focus in the landscape beyond. He was more interested in the interior of conversation and man, and he thought he already knew what was out there in the dark, and at the moment it did not interest him. “In that case, it is your lot in life to be confused most of the time. You will not obtain the good opinion of everyone you meet, unfortunately. But I think you already know this?”