Going for a walk

[onceaviking]

 He arrives shortly after sundown, looking much like the night before. He's added a coat to his ensemble though. Not that he needs it. 
He has several possible plans in mind, but for now he is waiting to see how Miss Potts will react. 

She seemed like an odd mix of confident and hesitant and that is certainly something he can work with. 

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[onceaviking]

He looks surprised but not unpleasantly so.
"Both, I should think. "

[othereight]

She blushes at her own frankness and glances away, apologetic.

"I'm sorry. That was - a completely inappropriate thing to say."

[onceaviking]

"No, " he says, suddenly serious. "You should ask. You're a young woman on your own. And I shall merely hope that you will not hurry to bid me goodnight."

And now it is his turn to quickly glance away. As if he is embarrassed.

[othereight]

"No, it was - I was making a joke, but it was in poor taste," Pepper insists.

"I only hope I haven't offended you," she murmurs, her fingers reflexively tightening at his arm.

[onceaviking]

"You haven't," he insists. " You haven't."
Putting his hand on top of hers.

It's cold.

[othereight]

Her own hands are bare but still warm in spite of the colder weather, and she starts a little at the feel of his touch.

"Are you cold?" she asks, looking up at him.

[onceaviking]

And again he looks away. Briefly.

Then he glances back at her. "Yes, " he says. " I am cold." As if admitting something.

He has chosen how to proceed.

[othereight]

"Would you like to go back inside?" she asks, concerned for a moment.

"I'm afraid I don't make a very strong heat source."

[onceaviking]

He shakes his head. "It will not help, I'm afraid. I am always cold. "

[othereight]

"So a coat like that doesn't really make much difference?" she asks, motioning to it with a nod of her head.

[onceaviking]

"No, it does not," he says quietly, moving around to face her.
"I am sorry. I should have told you. It was wrong of me not to. "

It would sound as if he is not just talking about his body temperature.

[othereight]

Her brow furrows in confusion and she glances up at him, lightly folding her arms.

"What are you talking about?"

[onceaviking]

He looks down, briefly. " I am not human," he says, quietly. " I should have told you."

[othereight]

Her brow furrows a little more deeply and she looks up at him, not really sure what he's implying.

"Not human, so - what are you, then?"

[onceaviking]

" I am a night creature," he says, softly, as he looks at her. Confiding his secret. Trusting her.

He isn't certain it is going to work, but being here where he cannot force anything it seems like the best modus operandi.

"I was a man once, but it is a long time ago. Walking here with you I was reminded of what it felt like. But it would be selfish of me to lie to you. "

[othereight]

"What, like a vampire?" she asks, almost chuckling at the mere question before realization dawns.

This is Milliways, and she's run into some strange things here already. Why would the existence of a real vampire be so out of the ordinary? Her previous knowledge has only been restricted to the occasional romance novel - which she will vehemently deny she reads if ever asked. (Her private time is her own.)

"So - you're probably a lot older than you look, aren't you," she deduces.

[onceaviking]

"I am, " he says. "I was born a Viking a long time ago."

He still looks at her, steadily. She didn't scream and she didn't run. This might work. His eyes are very blue and once you know, he does look rather pale.

[othereight]

If she hadn't been a weathered veteran of Milliways, he might have made her slightly more nervous. But she's run into mutants and people with superpowers and all kinds of different things. She wonders what it says about her that she barely bats an eye at vampires now.

"And by the time my year rolls around, you would be - what? Centuries old?"

[onceaviking]

" If I live that long, yes," he replies calmly. " I hope I shall. I think I would feel more at home there than I do now."

She is still not afraid. He likes that.

[othereight]

"Right."

She nods slowly, considering everything.

"Well, that explains the cold hands, at least."

[onceaviking]

He smiles. " I suppose it does," he agrees.

His teeth are very white and even. Not a fang in sight.



(occ: bedtime)

[othereight]

While she hasn't run away screaming, it's safe to say she might be a little more cautious now.

Even if she hasn't seen a set of fangs yet. "What's it like? Being a vampire?"

[onceaviking]

Glorious. Exhilarating. Satisfying.

" Lonely, " he says. " Like most large predators we live solitary lives. Some may enjoy that but I find myself longing for conversation. "

He shrugs.

" I was happy when I found this place, but even here I may be shunned despite my commitment to following the laws of this place. "

[othereight]

Pepper frowns at that, visibly, a small line forming between her brows as she glances up at him, hunching her shoulders against the cold as her breath forms in the air.

"Why? I didn't think this place was inherently anti-anyone."

[onceaviking]

" I am a vampire. Many need no other reason. I have been refused service, attacked... "

He trails off.