greirat of the undead settlement (somewhatundead) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-03-07 19:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, silas, thessaly |
Who: Silas & Thessaly [ closed ]
When: Friday, March 8, 2013, evening
Where: Sam's Bar
What: a chance encounter; two souls with the same author
Rating: PG? Can't imagine it'd be higher than that.
Status: Incomplete
Despite the fact that Silas didn't drink in the typical sense of the term, he quite enjoyed hanging out in the early evenings at the bar downstairs belonging to one Sam Merlotte. It was before the louder of the residents arrived, and it was always good for people-watching. The new refugees from the Tesseract often had their First Drink here, and Silas always watched them, hoping against hope that he would catch a glimpse of Miss Lupescu's disapproving face in the crowd, or perhaps even the back of Bod's messy-head when he was feeling particularly fanciful.
But he knew no one tonight. No faces stood out to him as he sat in his typical spot, papers and books spread out on the table in front of him. Silas always tipped despite never ordering - he felt bad about hogging a prime table - and tonight he couldn't help but feel the faintest tinges of homesickness. Silas wasn't prone to displays of emotion one way or another, but while he had pledged to let Bod grow up and have his own life, he had never intended to abandon the boy completely.
With a sigh that he didn't exactly need, Silas returned to his papers, but his brain simply wasn't obeying him this evening. Maybe he'd go out, later, once the world had begun to think about sleep. Even New York City slowed down in the early morning hours.