Pamela Swynford de Beaufort (walmrtsweatsuit) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-11-05 12:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, maia amell (the warden), pamela swynford de beaufort |
Who: Pam Swynford de Beaufort and Maia Amell
What: Catching up
When: 11/1
Where: Maia's place
Rating/Warning: PG13 for language and incipient girlsmut
Status: Complete
Pam figured it was high time she went to Maia’s place instead of the reverse. It was dusk, and she could go in the basement if she decided to stay. She’d brought Maia a bottle of wine, and packed a couple of blood bags for herself. She knocked on the door, hoping her girlfriend would even be home. She hadn’t called to be sure.
The place was decorated for Halloween, with three pumpkins. One had been carved to look like a certain golem, a second was a dragon, and the third a very perplexed looking Alistair. There were spiderwebs and witches and skeletons and really Maia had gone very much out of her way. Apparently she got into this kind of holiday.
She opened the door and lit up when she saw her, yanking her inside and kissing her. “Hello!”
Mmf. Pam couldn’t help but smirk against that kiss. “Hey.” She smiled, brushing some hair out of Maia’s face. “Thought I’d make sure you were still alive. I got tied up and shit and I know you’ve been busy.” She kissed her again, just because. She knew the scars on her face were mostly gone, but she wasn’t sure what Maia might do when she saw her arms.
“Just helping my cousin with her magic, practicing some other things.” She waved off the question and squeezed Pam’s hand. “I missed you. I love you.”
“Aw, I didn’t know you cared.” She had to joke, just because. It was what they did. “Your cousin doing okay?” She’d kinda liked Marian Hawke. Smart and sexy - definitely related to Maia. She’d gotten the better end of the deal, though.
“Yeah. Just had some issues with burning things down. She’s got that under control and can manipulate ice now, too.” They were both still concerned about how slowly they regenerated their magic without lyrium. Maia was researching some ways around that.
“That’s cool. You can do that already, right?” She slipped an arm around Maia, handing her the wine bottle. “Thought I’d get you drunk and try to take advantage of you.”
“But, but my work,” Maia exclaimed, putting her hand to her forehead. She rested her other on Pam’s arms and rubbed a little. Then she blinked and looked down.
Shit. Pam sighed. “Had a little dream related mishap. I’m fine, though, swear.”
“You’re not fine,” Maia said, her voice cracking. “What happened to you?!”
“Maia. Shh.” She rested a hand on each of Maia’s shoulders. “I saw Doc Magius within like, an hour or two. I’m fine now. He fixed most of it. It’s just some ugly scars. I didn’t want to scare you.” Well, fuck, maybe it was late for that. “I got tortured in my dreams.”
“Shite..” She breathed the word out, feeling a little dizzy, and very angry. That was one thing she never had the misfortune of experiencing herself, even with how cruel templars could be. She literally saw red for a moment.
“It’s okay.” Pam gripped her hard. “Maia. I am okay, I promise. They were even on my face before, and now they’re gone. Magius took care of me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I didn’t want you to freak out.” Kind of like she was doing now.
“And me without any healing arts.” Maia lifted Pam’s arm to her lips and kissed a scar lightly. “All I can do is destroy, I’m afraid. The healing arts were better left to Wynne. I can’t even heal a booboo.”
“I don’t love you for your magic.” Damn, that was sappy, but oh well. It was true. “Just, I woke up in pain and got a hold of Magius. He came over like, immediately, and he was able to get a lot of it right off the bat. The rest of it, they’ll heal. The only one he said might be permanent is here.” She lifted up her shirt, showing one deep scar that hugged the bottom of her rib cage.
“I probably would have panicked and then cut a bitch,” the Brit said, trying to keep a light tone. She failed and veered off into a high pitched squeak when she saw that scar.
Pam felt like an ass. “I wish I could apologize and like, say it was something that’ll never happen again, but I have no idea what the hell my dreams will do.” She put her shirt down, looking nervous in spite of herself. “It’s not like a dealbreaker, is it?”
“Of course not. I’m just worried.” She guided Pam over to the couch, sat down, and pulled her into her lap.
Pam got comfortable, nibbling lightly on Maia’s ear with human teeth. “Fuck, I’m worried too. It hurt like a son of a bitch. But I can’t like ... I don’t know, I can’t curl up and die.”
“Why did it happen? In the dream I mean. Was there a reason?”
“It was because my maker had pissed off the Magister - an official in the vampire hierarchy.” Pam sighed. “He couldn’t get to Eric, so he kidnapped me.”
“Magisters are bad in my world too.” She made a face, unhappy at this. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I promise. They don’t even really hurt anymore. Feels like I ran ten miles.” There was a soreness, an ache, but it was mostly fine. She kissed Maia on the cheek. “Fuck me, I’ve never seen your face get so red.”
“I’m pissed! No one hurts my friends, let alone my girlfriend!” And she had no outlet for it. No way to get her anger out, except smoother Pam with her lips.
Really, Pam was okay with that. She let Maia kiss her, slipping her arms around Maia’s waist. “There’s no hierarchy here,” she murmured against Maia’s lips. “Nothing. Can’t touch me here.” Except through the dreams. But she couldn’t just lie there and wait to die.
“Good. And if anyone tries, well I do know some light spells.” She grinned wickedly.
“Do you? Thought you said you didn’t.” Pam settled more firmly on Maia’s lap.
“Not healing. Light. Wonder if it’s anything like sunlight,” she said, and buried her nose into Pam’s neck.
“Sunlight would kill me, sugar.” Pam stroked her hair. “I think that might suck.”
“Well I wouldn’t use it on you.” She nipped at her throat. “Just to protect you.”
“I believe you, but still.” Pam might have sneaked a grope under Maia’s shirt. “What do light spells do, if not heal?”
“They…” Maia groaned. “Create light. For ..lighting. It’s kind of like ...fire...naughty girl.”
“Oh, I gotcha. Still, not sure about anything resembling sunlight around me.” She made mookie eyes at the woman, batting her eyelashes. “I’m fuckin’ cute.”
“Yes...yes you are.” She cupped Pam’s cheek and kissed her, then pushed the hair away from her own neck and exposed it for Pam. “I shouldn’t be the only one drinking.”
“Just a little. Magius actually kept me pretty well fed.” She smiled a little awkwardly. “So I don’t have to drain the shit out of you. Oh, and I found this guy who’s a demon, and he tastes in-fucking-credible. But all I did was suck on his wrist, I swear.” Pam kept groping a little lower.
“Hey...I’m jealou---oooh…” Maia tilted her head back more and closed her eyes.
“Don’t be, he’s taken.” Pam smirked. “And when I say I don’t like dick, I do mean it, sweetie.”
“Mm...You make me not want it. Which is strange. I like sex. All of it, with all the people.” Her own hands were exploring.
“Too bad you’re not the kind of magic user that could conjure one up.” Pam smirked, eyes fluttering closed.
“I don’t think I can do that without consorting with demons, love.” she laughed.
“Let’s not. All the myths about vampires being demon spawn are already too fuckin’ close to home. Though Halloween night was fun.” Pam smirked even wider.
“I know demons. You’re not a demon.” Maia had had some fun too, going out with Marian to some parties before joining Pam for some other fun.
“Scared the shit out of some kids with my fangs?” Pam tried to look innocent, mostly to make Maia laugh.
“Maker, you’re amazing.” She kissed her hard. “I wish I’d thought of that!”
“You don’t have fangs.” Pam pointed out.
“I do have magic,” she pointed out. “I could have been a witch!” It was a missed opportunity, but she supposed it was for the best. Didn’t need a literal witch hunt.
“True, I guess. Next Halloween I’ll totally come pick you up.” Somehow, she didn’t question that there would be a next. Even if something happened and they didn’t stay together, Pam couldn’t imagine not at least being friends with her. They were too close now.
“I look forward to it. Speaking of…” She ducked her head almost shyly. “What kind of plans do you have for the holidays? I know the yanks do that Thanksgiving thing, but i’m thinking more of Christmas.”
“Not a damn thing, honey. Only family I have is Ma back in Shreveport and she can kiss my ass.” Even more so now. Though the idea of going and scaring the crap out of her would still be funny.
“Do you want to do something? I don’t know if Marian has anything planned. I should ask.” She rubbed at her chin. Then decided to rub at parts of Pam instead.
“I’m not much for people.” But, and it bothered her to realize, she’d probably deal with it for Maia’s sake. “I could probably handle it, though, depending on the hour.”
“It would have to be a late meal, shite…” She hadn’t thought about that part. But she could work with that. Oh, she could. “Let me handle it, okay? It could just be the two of us.”
“Whatever. Just don’t expect me to do the vampire tricks.” Pam teased. “I can’t turn into a bat or some shit.” But she kissed Maia, just making sure she knew Pam was just teasing.
“Mmph!” Maia had decided she was going to surprise Pam with a dinner for just the two of them. She was even going to cook a little game hen or something for herself.
There had to be something she could do with her blood….
Pam wasn’t noticing by now. “Kinda sick of talkin,” she murmured, teasing Maia a little more.
“Mmm,” Was the only thing Maia had the sense left to say, before she was lying back and pulling Pam down with her.