socrowdedinhere | When Old Meets Young

When Old Meets Young

Who: Evangeline and Vivena
What: Two vampires meet...
Where: Arizona
Warnings: Who knows...?

Vivena was just getting herself settled in a new place. She just hoped she didn't royally blow it again this time. For now, though, she needed to get her mind off of... everything. Moving. Where he next real meal would come from, or rather... who her next real meal might come from. Maybe she should call up that one guy again...

Maybe, but for now she just wanted a distraction. And so she found herself stepping into the Curated Curiosities museum. Apparently it had been around for quite some time, and it sounded like a fun distraction. She loved to learn, and she loved museums. So she set her worries aside, set aside the thought of calling up someone she'd not seen in months and who lived in another state, and... let herself just enjoy as she paid admission and started to slowly wander the place.

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Eva could tell from Vivena's posture alone that her invitation warranted no small amount of concern. She tsk'ed at herself and spoke to her newest acquaintance from underneath the shaded safety of her antique parasol. Never can be too careful when the sun will vaporize you in three minutes flat.

"Oh, my dear, I'm sorry to stress you like this. I know I'm probably coming across as too pushy or even certifiably insane by inviting you to my home after just having met you, but I really don't mean you any harm. Goodness knows you've probably had a time of it, coming to grips about living with this condition, and not a good time either. I just want you to know that there's people out and about who get it."

She placed herself at a non-threatening but still inviting distance from Vivena as she walked, and kept an eye on the mood and feeling of the situation.

She wasn't sure if it was a good or bad sign that Eva acknowledged how unsettling such a quick invitation was, but what before Vivena could really comment on that something else caught her attention. "Condition? What do you mean, 'coming to grips about living with this condition'?" There was no offense in her tone, only confusion. Eva made it sound like Vivena had only been a vampire for a short time.

"Oh, I'm sorry, that was rather vague, wasn't it. Well," and here Eva leaned in so that to others it'd look like a bit of cheeky gossip, "vampirism, I mean. I don't want to assume, since we all know what that does, but you seem younger and I thought perhaps you'd been turned recently. That and loneliness does take its toll, too. That's something all supernatural beings can speak to. But again, I'm sorry. Don't feel as though you need to answer the chatterings of a strange lady you only just met."

"Um." Vivena started to say that's not how it worked, but... but maybe there really was some merit to the pop culture beliefs? Or at least some of them? So she changed what she was going to say. "That's... not how it worked for me, but loneliness has... certainly been an issue in the last few months." Thoughts of her mother still made her want to cry; she wondered how long it would take for her to not be fighting tears whenever she remembered her mother...

"Not--oh! Well. I should like to know more, if it's not too much trouble. And I'm sure you've had more than your share of melancholy." Eva gave Vivena a soft touch on the shoulder, not enough to be strange but enough to convey support and empathy.

"Ah, here we are."

They came upon Eva's house, a charming heritage home which had been updated only out of necessity to replace those parts which were now out of date or out of code. Otherwise, it was a preserved piece of history, much like the lady herself. It was a two-story wooden house, painted in white with blue accents, complete with a front porch and garden, as well as a full garden in the back. The front planters contained various roses and peonies, and some night-blooming plants peeked around the corner from the back garden. Eva produced her keys and unlocked the door, ushering Vivena into some markedly modern air conditioning and motioned for her to take off her shoes at the welcome mat. The front entry opened up into a sitting area and dining room, kitchen beyond that, with stairs leading to the upper floor directly ahead from the door. The couch in the sitting area, opposite a grand fireplace, held a quilt with a pattern so garish, so clashing, so incongruous, that mere mortals may very well have been unable to be in proximity of it for more than 30 seconds.

"Please, make yourself at home, Vivena! What sort of tea do you like? I'll get the kettle on. Do you eat? I might have something around to offer."

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She gave a little shrug in response. "I don't mind sharing... I'd... like to... compare our experiences, if you'd be willing." Eva's willingness to do so would go a long way to helping Vivena feel more at ease.

The quaint house was another step. She was glad for the air conditioning, and did politely leave her shoes at the door. She found herself just looking around, taking in everything she could. That horrible blanket was impossible to not notice. Like most people first stepping into a strange home, even with an invitation to make herself at home, she lingered a little awkwardly in the entry. "I can, yes, but don't feel you have to go out of your way to get anything." Food didn't do much to sate her hunger, it was just a pleasant experience of flavors for her. "Any tea is fine. I've not found many I don't like."

She finally did step into the living room and to the couch with that terrible blanket, and took a seat, clearly not truly settled, but not sure what else to do with herself as her host saw to (maybe) snacks and drinks.

Eva nodded resolutely, even though Vivena couldn't see it through the walls.

"I'd be happy to share and compare experiences with you, dear. In my experience, the whole condition can vary from country to country, even! We can discuss once I've got everything prepared."

She put a kettle to boil on the stove and took out one of her good teacups, acquired on one of her trips away from Tombstone. The cup had a white base with a colourful pattern of cherry blossoms on top, and was just the right size for a small drink.

"I have some blueberry tarts I can offer you? I won't subject you to my tiramisu just yet, it's been centuries and I still can't get that right. As for tea, I have a few but perhaps a nice Japanese green might suit? I brought that home from a very memorable trip, and keep it for special guests. Now, before you go protesting, you very much count as one."

There was that word again, condition. She knew about the pop-culture beliefs, but never expected another vampire to refer to what they were as a "condition" as though it was something to be cured. It was like someone saying the skin color they were born with was a condition, rather than just part of who they are. It baffled her, but they'd get to that soon, for now, it was tea time.

Or rather, time for her to choose her tea. "That sounds amazing, thank you. The tarts and the tea, that is."

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