James Weatherby XIV (night_rhythm) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2016-05-19 14:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: james weatherby, character: sorin antonescu, location: marcie's |
Thread: Ah, Friends
WHO: Sorin and James
WHEN: Thursday afternoon, May 19
WHERE: Marcie's
James sat down with the summoner for a cup of coffee and a chat. They had agreed on a moratorium of hydra attack talk not only because they were in a public place with humans around, but because the subject was still one that made Sorin uncomfortable. James could read that much through their text message conversations to plan the time and place. It still left plenty for the two to talk about. Sorin was an interesting and colorful boy with a lot of people at the Academy who cared deeply for him. In fact, James thought as he sipped the coffee with only mild distaste, Sorin didn't seem to have a single enemy.
There was something inherently wrong about a person who was incapable of making enemies. It didn't need to be in the traditional sense of the word, but everyone in their lifetime gathered a few irritated looks and dismissive gestures. Everyone but Sorin. Even James' contacts couldn't find any dirt on him. He was loving and caring, compassionate to a fault, passionate to a fault, and growing at such a fast rate that James could say he now knew what it looked like when a human thrived.
There was something off. Something was wrong with Sorin and James was very curious to find out what it was. This was a much healthier side project than some of his others. It may even get him an edge if Sorin were to vouch for him in, say, an upcoming election campaign or question of character. Having genuine people at your back could easily overshadow the fact that you, yourself, weren't all that genuine. The strategy had worked for many Weatherbys in the past.
Besides, being in Sorin's company wasn't exactly a hardship. The boy was pretty. James couldn't say just then if it was his power or his looks that made him most appealing, but for now he'd settle with watching him over the rim of his coffee mug as Sorin's mouth moved and his eyes brightened. The subject was on friends. Sorin had a lot to talk about.
"And what about lovers?" James prompted next. "Or are they one in the same, more or less?" The ceramic mug clicked down onto the table as the small cafe glowed with afternoon light and smelled like deep dark roast. Someone had ordered a hazelnut blend and James could smell it brewing. He could also smell the more savory flavor that came from the humans he counted in the room. Not all the patrons were humans that day, but they passed fairly well as one did in Camden.