[It has been a Long Night. And a Long Day. It has been a long week of emotions, because what started as Lisa having a sudden spat of ill health declined into the Worst Discussion of All (will promise to grieve as a man and not as a vampire when I am gone?) morphed into vampirism, into not talking for a few days, into having to read over a fae contract with a fine toothed comb and begrudgingly accept that this was a decision Lisa was going to make no matter what, and rage was going to help nothing.
(It was a stunningly generous thing. There was no question of how it came to pass - Lisa was simply herself - but Dracula hated it all the same. His wife under anyone's domain chafes, and the fae are never things to trust. Yet here he is.)
Leon's here because the Queen was here, and as far as (ugh) patronage is the complicated court structure the fae made for themselves for funsies, his wife has fallen under the Belmont domain. There's something Dracula is missing here, based on the Queen's great smirk she had when she left, and the rest is just tiresome.
He is so tired. And that much is clear when he asks Leon the question, and how he sits with his elbows propped up on the table, fingers steepled and looking down at the copy of the contract that is to remain within the castle. (Buried in the deepest part, never to see the light of day.
The fire has been bright all night, to accommodate Leon's needs. It dims a little now.]
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still faerie au but somehow it became drac and leon deal with their shit
[It has been a Long Night. And a Long Day. It has been a long week of emotions, because what started as Lisa having a sudden spat of ill health declined into the Worst Discussion of All (will promise to grieve as a man and not as a vampire when I am gone?) morphed into vampirism, into not talking for a few days, into having to read over a fae contract with a fine toothed comb and begrudgingly accept that this was a decision Lisa was going to make no matter what, and rage was going to help nothing.
(It was a stunningly generous thing. There was no question of how it came to pass - Lisa was simply herself - but Dracula hated it all the same. His wife under anyone's domain chafes, and the fae are never things to trust. Yet here he is.)
Leon's here because the Queen was here, and as far as (ugh) patronage is the complicated court structure the fae made for themselves for funsies, his wife has fallen under the Belmont domain. There's something Dracula is missing here, based on the Queen's great smirk she had when she left, and the rest is just tiresome.
He is so tired. And that much is clear when he asks Leon the question, and how he sits with his elbows propped up on the table, fingers steepled and looking down at the copy of the contract that is to remain within the castle. (Buried in the deepest part, never to see the light of day.
The fire has been bright all night, to accommodate Leon's needs. It dims a little now.]