Man, I Ain't Changed

[olderthanyourjesus]

Who: Godric and open
When: After Sirens
Where: All around
Summary: Godric needs to get out, so keeping under the radar, he decides to go out.
Warnings: None. Will update if needed.

[Godric needed to get out. He hadn't been this confined since he was a slave. But at the same time, he bore it as a punishment. He wasn't restless, he calmed whatever antsy feelings he was getting from staying indoors.

It wouldn't be long and he wouldn't attract attention. He just needed some air. He started walking, heading to parks, anywhere with trees. It was nice, calming. Though it was moments like these he missed the sun. He hadn't been out in it for over two thousand years, not counting the few minutes before his death.

He didn't stop in Fangtasia, though managed to walk a block just shy of it. He didn't want to bring anything to his Childe's establishment. Besides it was never a place he liked.

Godric kept to back alleys and only used his superspeed if need be. There was a few fights with the Darkness, but again, he didn't want to cause a scene, no one needed to know his location. The Darkness hardly ever gave him a problem anyway.]

ooc: feel free to bump into him anywhere

Comments

[athermercy]

[Elaine was just totally walking by the spot Godric chose. Absolutely. She was also carrying the lyre he used to play in the Lux as another astonishing coincidence.

She had figured out he missed the instrument and what better way to deliver it but to bump the by the vampire at the back of a dark, Darkness-infested alley?

Pft.]

Oh -- Hi Godric.

[olderthanyourjesus]

[All these coincidences on the one night he goes out. When he sees her, Godric dips his head.]

Elaine.

[athermercy]

[They were total accidental ones. Ssh. She waved at him sheepishly after he spotted her.]

How are you?

[olderthanyourjesus]

[He took a few steps over to talk to her.]

Still here. [The vampire equivalent of 'alive'.] How are you?

[athermercy]

Still here too.

[Well. Sort of. She offers him the lyre.]

I brought you this. I don't know if you miss it.

[olderthanyourjesus]

[He offers a small smile.]

My thanks. That was kind of you.

[athermercy]

[She smiles back.]

You're welcome.

[olderthanyourjesus]

How are you? [He moves almost silently, looking over at her.]

[athermercy]

Well, I'm missing one really good lyre-player, but I'm okay.

[olderthanyourjesus]

[That gets the smallest of smiles.] I am glad to hear that. I am sorry about all that has happened.

[athermercy]

It wasn't your fault. [She shakes her head. But no matter what she says, he will blame himself, won't he?]