[VOICE; LOCKED to "Pendragon"]

[primogen_vampirate]

[Someone hasn't eaten in a few days and is starting to get peckish. She's hesitant to go down this road, but so far this is the only prospect aside from Carter, who she respects a bit too much.

So her lazy drawl comes on over the communications network, appropriately in ancient Norse because...why not?]

I'm starting to think that you were all talk, darling.

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[primogen_vampirate]

Why, exactly, do you think I'm sparkling, dear?

Not something vampires commonly do.

[hung_garian]

[Oh, if only Twilight had come out before he'd died.]

Because you're a special snowflake?

[primogen_vampirate]

Of course I am.

But it's sadly a Fae infection. I'm the Queen, you know.

[Yeah, even she can't take that one seriously.]

[hung_garian]

Oh yes? You look better in person than on the stamps, your maj. I suggest a new photographer.

[primogen_vampirate]

Vampires don't photograph, dear.

[hung_garian]

It was a joke, dear.

[primogen_vampirate]

[She rakes her fingers through his hair.]

I like a man with spirit.

When are you from, though? Your clothing is...unique.

[hung_garian]

That's me, more spirit than a horse with ginger up its ass.

2010, and I'll have you know these are considered the pinnacle of fashion. Why, when're you?

[primogen_vampirate]

1932, last time I checked.

[hung_garian]

Yeah? Had you down as more recent. Guess you're just progressive... good for you, I suppose.

[primogen_vampirate]

You suppose? Darling, there's very little left about me for you to "suppose."

[hung_garian]

Okay, anyone who says that, there's clearly a lot left to suppose about.

[primogen_vampirate]

Piqued your curiosity, Pendragon?

[hung_garian]

Piqued a little more than just curiosity, sweetheart, but sure, let's go with that.

[primogen_vampirate]

Well, you're perceptive. I am fascinating.

[But that's all she's saying. Although she does stroke his hair absently. Apparently he really is her lap dog.]

[hung_garian]

[That's Gabriel for you. Anyone who can't work with children or animals has no chance of dealing with him.]

Mhmm. Like an enigma wrapped in a riddle wrapped in a taco.

[primogen_vampirate]

Taco?

[Doesn't bother her enough to ask.]

It takes one to know one, I suppose. Pendragon.

[hung_garian]

Please, if I got any more transparent I'd be invisible. What you see's what you get, sugarplum.

[primogen_vampirate]

Then what's your real name?

[hung_garian]

[He laughs.]

Well, even the most see-through guy's gotta have a few secrets.

[primogen_vampirate]

I can't begrudge you that. Everyone has something to hide.

[hung_garian]

Except me and my monkey.

[The 1930s can bite him.]

Glad we're on the same page.

[primogen_vampirate]

Mmmhmmm...

[She continues just stroking his hair silently for a minute or two.]

I hope we are.

[hung_garian]

[Okay, so maybe Gabriel is basically a small fluffy animal. If he had a little less dignity he'd be purring by now.]

That sounds a little ominous.

[primogen_vampirate]

Not intentionally, I assure you. Just the remark of someone very accustomed to the other shoe falling.