Narrative: A Gift WHO: James with Paxton's jacket. WHEN: January 18th - Backdated WHERE: Library
His meeting with Davian had been quite informative and now James knew exactly what to do. After Paxton's performance on Saturday with the hangover care packages, James almost changed his mind and his method. However, the vampire reminded himself that it was just business. It wasn't personal. Other things were personal, like making a gesture to someone that couldn't be retracted.
James could've had one of his cronies deliver this message, but he wanted to take care of it personally. Good discreet help was hard to find, even if you paid them well, and James wasn't going to take any chances of this falling into the wrong hands or being seen by the wrong people. For Paxton's eyes only. It was a passing thought that James admitted that he was learning to trust Paxton. Months had passed and still not a whisper of what they did. What they were. Lovers. Paxton had called it that.
James slipped the stiff piece of folded paper into Paxton's jacket that hung over the back of a chair.
On the paper, penned in red ink, was the following message: