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[pearling]

I do not like sleeping for that long. It makes me feel as if I have been cursed, or turned into something else.

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I am bored.

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It has been far too long that we have not seen one another.

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[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

[When he arrives, he will find her door unlocked with the goddess herself sitting on a marble bench in her garden; she is very clearly in mood.]

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[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

[He comes in and shuts the door behind him, taking off his boots and setting them by the door before walking in carefully. He sees her expression and pauses, then nods to himself.]

[As he draws near he bows, fishing around inside of himself for ideas on what to do. Did Goddesses vent verbally? Did they even need to?] Persephone. Is there anything that I may do for you?

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[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

I am in a foul mood, Vlad Dracula. I do not know why. I think I am bored. My guide slumbers still, and I do not like it.

[She frowned quickly and then crooked her finger at him, trying to draw him near.]

Does the same thing happen to you?

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[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

[He came near to her quietly, crouching down across from her, eyes gleaming softly.] I do not like it either. The Barge is more boring without its Biff; nor would I see you troubled. And...

I did not like it when Armand slept either. I did not like seeing him so vulnerable, and I even found I missed him. So I can understand a little.

Also...I am no stranger to boredom. It is how I became such a hedonist. Oh, the parties and pageants we had in Budapest...the festivals to keep the black ennui at bay. I'd throw you one myself if you thought that would help, and I could. But mostly what I have now is stories. And myself, of course.

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[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

You are friends with my Biff? [That surprised her a bit, but it also did not surprise her. After all, Biff was friendly, and no doubt he would seek out someone like Dracula to be friendly with.

The mentioning of being no stranger to boredom made Persephone perk up a bit, and she watched him intently. For far too long she had been bored, even for longer than he could imagine.]

When I was bored, I would seduce mortals so that Hades would hear.

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[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

It happened quite by accident. He was simply attempting to help me--a phenomenon I have yet to get used to, around here.

[He looked up at her and his eyes danced briefly.] Oh did you, Persephone? I see. [He clearly approved; revenge in the face of overwhelming odds touched his black heart.]

Would you care to have your feet rubbed? I got rather good at it. [Perpetually pregnant Brides, four hundred years...yeah.] And I shall tell you of some of them. Perhaps in the midst of it we can find an idea for something to do here.

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[Persephone nodded a bit and she did not understand the helping thing, not entirely and not truly. She watched him for a moment, amused by the way that he was approving of her revenge. It was a nice change, giving everything that had happened with her rehabilitation and how people normally told her she was wrong.

Quickly she shook her head about having her feet rubbed, and then she tickled below his chin.]

Tell me stories, Vlad Dracula. They nourish me.

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[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

[He squinted slightly, like an old wolf being chinpetted, expression a little embarrassed but content.] Very well.

My home is girded by a mighty forest. Trees so ancient and vital that they make me look young. The forest has always been there; the country was named for it. Some nights, even when I was not hunting, I would simply fly over it for miles and miles. My eyes see heat, and so in the dark that whole black expanse was alive with jewels of light. On Walpurgis Night we would hunt the forest, flying over it in vast flocks while mortals hid in their homes. Then we would go back to my palace for a celebration....