That meant she had to get dressed. Bother. Dislodging Phoebe, Summer rolled herself off the couch to pull on a long skirt and long-sleeve shirt, then stuffed her feet in running shoes and went to sit on her steps.
Victor had run his fingers through his hair and put his dark grey flat cap before jumping into his black Audi A8. He sped off to her house, the car taking his speed easily. As he drove he put some music on, apparently Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata was playing; it was good enough so he left it on. By the time he arrived to her house the song ‘Secrets’ by One Republic was on. As he pulled up he saw that she was sitting on the steps and he quickly parked the car, left it running and went out to greet her. “Hey Summer, you ready?” he asked as he pulled her in for a hug and a kiss before staring down at her with adoring eyes.
“Ready as ever I’ll be, unless you want me to grab some of my movies.” She cuddled into his warmth, wondering again how a vampire came to be so warm. “I hate winter,” she grumbled. “Cold, damp, nasty.”
“If you want to bring some movies go ahead, dunno if you’d like mine anyways.” Victor chuckled at her dislike of the cold. “Well lucky for you it’s pretty warm in my house and I’ll start a fire once we get there.”
“There’s always netflix,” she muttered. “Come on!” She scrambled into the car, remembering to jerk her hair out of the way of the closing door, and ran curious fingers over all the buttons and gadgets. “If I didn’t like my del sol so much, I’d want one of these, I think. Maybe I should just remodel the inside of mine.”
Victor was momentarily surprised by her sudden burst to the car but laughed a little and got back inside his car. He smiled as she ran her fingers over all of the buttons, a distinct sense of pride emanating from him. Of all the cars he could buy, he’d chosen this one, it was his baby. “I’ve worked on this car a lot love. It’s become something of a passion. If you wanted help remodeling yours I’d be more than happy to help.” He moved to put the car in drive. “Do you want to put your seat belt on love?” It was a serious question. He didn’t bother anymore because it wasn’t necessary but he didn’t know if she wanted to use it. “Feel free to adjust the radio love…and hold on tight.” Victor added that last part with a devious smile ghosting across his lips.
“Wh—oh.” She’d let herself get distracted by the shinies from habit. Half a minute had her buckled in securely, before they’d even made it out of the parking lot. “Hold on tight, he says. Victor, darlin’, I drive a souped-up honda. Your pretty thing is not going to wow me. Not in uptown Manhattan, anyway. Now, maybe if we took a weekend up in the catskills or the hamptons, where you can let her out … ” She grinned at him.
That meant she had to get dressed. Bother. Dislodging Phoebe, Summer rolled herself off the couch to pull on a long skirt and long-sleeve shirt, then stuffed her feet in running shoes and went to sit on her steps.
Victor had run his fingers through his hair and put his dark grey flat cap before jumping into his black Audi A8. He sped off to her house, the car taking his speed easily. As he drove he put some music on, apparently Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata was playing; it was good enough so he left it on. By the time he arrived to her house the song ‘Secrets’ by One Republic was on. As he pulled up he saw that she was sitting on the steps and he quickly parked the car, left it running and went out to greet her. “Hey Summer, you ready?” he asked as he pulled her in for a hug and a kiss before staring down at her with adoring eyes.
“Ready as ever I’ll be, unless you want me to grab some of my movies.” She cuddled into his warmth, wondering again how a vampire came to be so warm. “I hate winter,” she grumbled. “Cold, damp, nasty.”
“If you want to bring some movies go ahead, dunno if you’d like mine anyways.” Victor chuckled at her dislike of the cold. “Well lucky for you it’s pretty warm in my house and I’ll start a fire once we get there.”
“There’s always netflix,” she muttered. “Come on!” She scrambled into the car, remembering to jerk her hair out of the way of the closing door, and ran curious fingers over all the buttons and gadgets. “If I didn’t like my del sol so much, I’d want one of these, I think. Maybe I should just remodel the inside of mine.”
That meant she had to get dressed. Bother. Dislodging Phoebe, Summer rolled herself off the couch to pull on a long skirt and long-sleeve shirt, then stuffed her feet in running shoes and went to sit on her steps.
Victor had run his fingers through his hair and put his dark grey flat cap before jumping into his black Audi A8. He sped off to her house, the car taking his speed easily. As he drove he put some music on, apparently Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata was playing; it was good enough so he left it on. By the time he arrived to her house the song ‘Secrets’ by One Republic was on. As he pulled up he saw that she was sitting on the steps and he quickly parked the car, left it running and went out to greet her. “Hey Summer, you ready?” he asked as he pulled her in for a hug and a kiss before staring down at her with adoring eyes.
“Ready as ever I’ll be, unless you want me to grab some of my movies.” She cuddled into his warmth, wondering again how a vampire came to be so warm. “I hate winter,” she grumbled. “Cold, damp, nasty.”
You have resolved your differences, then. Why should you not speak to me, lady? I will offer oath not to harm you. *places a hand on Tony’s shoulder, possibly seeking reassurance, possibly offering it*
Okay, I can’t do both these conversations at once. *rubs at her forehead* What’s wanted of me, right now? Smile pretty at the alien demi-god? I don’t want to repeat the last fiasco. How is this supposed to work, Tony? Loki?
*shrugs helplessly* I don’t know, he just asked to meet you. But, uh, yes, differences have been worked out. No one freak out, no one start getting jealous for no reason. You’re both still your own special snowflakes, so just talk like—I’d say normal people, but that doesn’t really apply, so something approximating normal people.
*squeezes Tony’s shoulder, once, then steps toward Summer* Right now? Right now, I wish to know you. Perhaps, in time, you may come to care for me as you do him. *glances at Tony* You seem to have a proclivity for … broken creatures.
*closes her eyes and slumps into the couch* Okay. I just — one more thing, okay? I didn’t ask, last time, and so I’m going to ask now. Where is this supposed to go? *flails hands* We share Tony and stay out of each others’ way, we become a little family, we become a trio, Loki and I are friends and we each love Tony, Loki and I are friends and I step aside from Tony … what? I don’t … I can’t go through what happened before, okay, I can’t. I have to know, this time.
