Bella Donna Boudreaux is a cheerful assassin (petitmort) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-05 07:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bella donna boudreaux, winston frost |
Who: Belle Boudreaux and Winston Frost
Where: Boston
What: chatting
When: Tuesday
Warnings/Rating: PG
Status complete
Belle grabbed Winston’s overnight bag as well as her own. She recognized the woman talking to him as his oldest daughter Adrienne. She also knew the woman was a bitch and a half, and that she’d try her best to get her claws into Winston. She tried to ignore the woman. Winston would signal if he wanted help.
Belle felt a weird sensation in the back of her head. It was like a mood swing, but part of her knew it was completely alien, from some external source. She frowned, which only got worse when three more emotions joined that one. She took a deep breath and resolutely went toward Winston. She was getting these feelings pretty frequently. She assumed it was the telepathy she had in the dreams. If she concentrated hard enough the external emotions went away.
Winston nodded and turned away from Adrienne, smiling at Belle. “Our car is waiting. Adrienne has to go about some other business that I made sure she went off to, but we have a car and our own morning meeting to go to.” he extended his arm to Belle. “Shall we?”
Belle chuckled and took Winston’s arm. “Yes sir. It was very kind of her t’ meet you here. I’m sure you’ll remember it.” She said this mostly for Adrienne’s benefit. The older woman was not at all pleased that Emma was her father’s choice to run the company. Belle liked to cause a little trouble now and then, and Adrienne was an easy target.
She moved forward to get the door of the car for Winston, then stowed their bags in the trunk.
Winston’s smirk was there and gone, quickly, as he walked with her. He stepped into the car, pouring water for them both, then settled back, waiting for her. Once she was in and they were moving, he handed her the water. Gaston, third generation willing driver to his family, glanced back, nodded, and raised the divider. His family had incurred a blood debt to Winston’s twice over, when first Winston’s father, then Winston saved the lives of the family.
They chose to come to America and live out the debt as willing drivers and protectors, each one having served in their country’s armed forces first.
“Today will thankfully be easy. One meeting, then home for lunch and rest, then a briefing this evening. “
She nodded and took the water. “I’m glad t’ hear that. Been havin’ some trouble sleeping thanks t’ the dreams.” She made a face. “Only one thing really helps, and I can’t do it every night.” Even she didn’t have that kind of energy.
Winston hmmed as he sipped his water. “Have you tried meditation? I find it sometimes helps me with the dreams.”
“It’s not that, necessarily.” Belle noted, sipping her water. “In the dreams I have powers, they’re poppin’ up now and then. It’s a little disruptive.”
“Ahhh. Have you talked to Emma? She could possibly help you learn to control the powers.” From what he knew of her dreamself she might be able to, anyway. He wasn’t sure.
“I wouldn’t want to impose on her. Don’t think she likes me much.” The feeling was mutual. Belle was still upset about being stuck in Kirk’s body for a week.
Winston blinked, then nodded. “As you wish. In that case, my grandson. He also has some dreamskill in this area.” Winston peered at her. “How long has this been happening?”
“Not long. A week or two.” She shrugged. “I, uh, used another of my powers during the last mission. It was a lot less subtle, but it’s hard to make that one happen at all, instead of being kind of always on a little bit.”
Winston nodded. “Oh? What powers?” He sighed at her words. “I’m sorry., From what I hear new powers are often like that.”
“Well, the telepathy and I shoot kind of. . . like focused fire out of my hands. Hard t’ explain, and I was only able to do it once.” She frowned, looking down at her hands.
“Hmmm, so very much like Alex and Emma combined with a twist. Odd.” He nodded to her. “I would definitely recommend talking to Nathan than. He has trained many people in controlling their powers in the dreams;.” He chuckled. “And he has some military and espionage training there, so could help with applying them to your lifestyle.” He nodded
Belle wasn’t surprised at what Winston was implying. She knew that her secrets were an open book to telepaths the moment she walked into the Frost Enterprises building, and fussing over it now was closing the barn door when the horse was already out. “We’ll see. I’d rather not use them much in that capacity, since I can’t explain them or admit to having them.”
“Of course.” Winston noted to himself that Nate would handle that part, too. Nate was good at helping people use their powers overtly, and covertly, both. Even if he wasn’t known for the second part of it.
“For this few days, we will make the annoyances as brief as possible.”
“Don’t worry about me.” Belle said cheerfully. “I’m fine. Just annoyed sometimes.”
“You are my employee.” And for him that was both refutal of her words and explanation. “Now, what other languages do you speak?”
“Oh, un, Creole, French, some Spanish. Why?” This wasn’t really a strange question, but she was curious.
“Perfect. Next week, I’ll need you assistance to talk to the King of France.” He nodded and sipped his water.
“We gonna get a time machine?” Belle asked incredulously.
Winston snerked. “No, the current one. He has little power, save political and social, but he does run some commercial concerns.”
“Then I guess I shouldn’t mention the fact my father swears we’re descended from Robespierre.” Wait, no, that was the dreams. Dammit. She frowned a little.
“Probably not…” He saw the frown and then hmmed. “Are you okay?”
She sighed. “I forgot that wasn’t my real dad, but the one in the dream. As if I didn’t have enough problems in my life, these damn dreams make things ten times more complicated. It’s almost impossible for me to resist lookin’ into Nicholas’s head.”
Winson nodded. “It can be hard to not feel like the powers are overwhelming you, but you can do it, Miss Boudreaux. Yes you can.” He noted her words, then smiled. “Good. There’s a bed and breakfast I recommend in town when we get back there.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?” Belle asked with a laugh.
“You should take your Nicholas there, some time. Soon.” His grin was knowing.
“I’m pretty booked up for the foreseeable future.” Belle noted with a snort. “I’ve got work this weekend and hopefully next as well.” She was hoping to go out somewhere nice with Nicholas on Thursday, but that wasn’t going to end at a bed and breakfast. “Beside, we’re not at the weekend away stage yet I’m pretty sure. We’ve both said our ‘I don’t love you’s to each other.”
Winston snorted. “As you wish. None of my business.”
“Well, how long was it before you were sweepin’ Mrs. Frost off t’ cute little getaways for a weekend?” Belle was willing to bet it took longer than a month.
“6 months. But only because her gatehouse was more convenient at first.” He grinned roguishly.
Belle snorted and grinned at him. “See? We’re thinkin’ along the same lines. His place is comfy enough.”
“As you wish. Just keep it in mind.” Then he nodded. “Now, lets go over some notes…”
And he took out some notes to go over things with her.