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    Vampiric Shenanigans
    #1
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    @Maiken Thyradatter
    Dominic was a vampire that was quite used to being self-proficient. If you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself was a proverb that he had always quite believed in. This went down to mending his own clothes which was a skill he had only cultivated sometime after he had began going into solitude. It had taken some time but he'd mastered the trick of it. He liked his clothing to look good.

    Today though, he had meant to mend one of his favorite cloaks and came to find that he was out of dark thread. It would look much too tacky to use a white thread and he liked his clothes to look professionally created.

    After some moment of mulling things over, Dominic recalled that there was a vampire that worked as a seamstress. Folding up his cloak, he tucked it into his rucksack and went in search of her.
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    #2
    Sorting and folding fabric took time, especially when one was as particular about them as Maiken was. Her fabrics were sorted into her drawers in two ways - first by type, then by color. Her threads were exactly the same way, and she always overstocked on black thread. Black was the most constantly used thread in her collection, after all.

    It wasn't exactly odd, per se, for someone to come looking for her. It happened more often than not; but that didn't stop Maiken from being startled every time someone came to her cave seeking her.

    "Well, fancy that," she commented as she stood, hands planting to her hips. "Never thought you'd come to my cavern." She smiled, a good-natured grin, and approached at a measured pace. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your arrival?"

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    #3
    "Does my reputation really paint me as that much of a recluse?" Dominic asked in amusement. For the past seven years, he had merely taken comfort in knowing there were others of his kind around whilst also staying apart from them aside from the occasional socialization. He'd spent his fledgling years in a large coven so he was used to being among his own kind but deep in his born nature, he was - more or less -  a loner.

    The vampire caverns suited his needs perfectly. There were others of his kind around to talk to when he had the urge but he had his own space to be left alone in. Sometimes, people even stumbled across him such as that tiny, young vampire that didn't hunt and fed off of bloodbags.

    "As for why I'm here, I have a cloak that needs mending but I'm all out of the thread that matches its shade," Dominic said as he pulled it out of his rucksack. "And to seek your company, of course." This would fill his need for socialization for quite some time though he had been feeling restless more and more often lately.
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    #4
    A mending job. Maiken should have known. There was always a need for mending work around here, after all. Living in the forest tended to lead to a few more tears than humans had to deal with. Stray branches, rocks, the occasional encounter with an entity that wasn't precisely friendly to their cursed kind.

    She reached out a pale hand, taking the garment and splaying it across her bed to survey the damage. "I don't believe you to truly be a recluse. Our nature lends itself well to solitude, even among our own kind." Maiken laughed gently, as one finger gingerly hooked into the tear in the fabric. "If you're willing to say, how did the cloak come to need mending? It's always good to know what came in contact with the fabric before I begin."

    The question had two specific reasons. First, she needed to know the sort of stitch to use, to ensure it looked as if nothing had happened. Second, she liked to have a story to go with the tear. Even if the story given wasn't exactly as it had happened.
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    #5
    Dominic let the shorter vampire take the garment from him and watched as she splayed it across her bed. "You keep a bed?" Dominic asked in amusement. After all, they didn't need to sleep, though he knew most vampires liked having one for other activities or for simple leisurely reading. Dominic personally had a rather comfortable chaise for that purpose and it took up less room than a bed would in his cave.

    "I left it in a tree whilst I was hunting. I am assuming the wind moved it about and snagged it roughly on the more thorny of the branches." It wasn't the most exciting story nor was it fully the truth but he respected those that didn't hunt as he did enough not to go into all the gory, delicious details.

    At least, he was assuming that she was one of those sorts considering how closely she worked with humans.
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    #6
    "I like to lie down and pretend every now and again," she said politely, as she turned away from the bed to the dresser where she stored her fabric, thread, and other supplies. "Pretend I can sleep, at least. I do miss some parts of being human. Dreaming was quite nice."

    She smiled over at him, even as she pulled a spool of thread so dark, it could have been spun of pure shadows (if that were possible), and a fine silvery needle. Making quick work of threading the eye, she turned back, gently folded the cloak half-over on itself, sat on the open space of the bed, and began to work. "You don't have to lie, you know," she commented. "I did live in a similar fashion for several decades. My maker didn't exactly teach me restraint - I had to find it for myself."

    And she smiled up at him again, a genuine smile of kindness and sympathy, with a touch of regret in her eyes. "I'll always be repenting those sins, though."
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    #7
    "At least we are still able to daydream," Dominic commiserated despite not personally thinking much on the sleeping part of being human. He sometimes missed it, especially when the hours bore on but he tended to keep himself busy well enough. The main thing that he had missed about human life was the comfort and luxury that his familial wealth had provided him.

    Dominic watched the female vampire idly as she worked her magic. Ah - that was another part of human life that he missed - being able to cast magic. "I think I miss magic the most. A shame we lose that ability when we're turned."

    Dominic smiled as she said that he didn't have to lie. "I lived with my maker for a long while." As for the comment about repenting - he definitely didn't do any of that. He enjoyed those things but he was not ungentlemanly enough to state as much. Not that he would go wild, like some fledgling, of course! Those vampire hunters in Hogsmeade would kill them all in an instant. No, he was not so reckless. Especially not when all their lives would be endangered. "I don't repent. I am what I am but I would not endanger the rest of you by being too reckless or careless."
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    #8
    "Ja, there is that," Maiken said, easily letting slip the accent she had picked up upon reaching this village. Though it had softened considerably, her natural Norwegian accent still presented, and she even slipped words she had grown up speaking into the conversation without batting an eyelash.

    Pausing in her stitch, Maiken lifted her eyes to the other vampire, offering him a rueful smile. "Be grateful that you ever had it," she said, "min mor and I, we...never did. And she died when I was small. Never found the creature that did it."

    She said nothing against his choice to continue in the natural way for creatures such as they, though she did give a chuckle on his comment of living with his maker. "You lived with more vampyrer than just your maker, if what I have heard is correct," she said, before turning her gaze back to the cloak and her proceeding stitchwork. "I make no judgements. You are free to speak with me if you choose. After all, we must eat, too, right?"

    Italicized words are Norwegian. Min mor is my mother, vampyrer is vampires.
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    #9
    Dominic smiled as the female vampire slipped into what he assumed was her natural accent. "Ah, you were muggles?" He asked. He had to wonder how she had adjusted to not only a vampire life but also learning about a whole new world that she had never known existed.

    "Aye, I did. We were a coven and after them, I moved with a new coven," he said, wondering who she had even heard those things from. Then again, he had shared at least that much with people since it wasn't entirely uncommon. The only thing that people would definitely not know about him was anything involving his birth family, especially his antics involving his brother.

    Those were his own secrets as he was sure every vampire held. Not that he felt guilty, he just didn't think it was really anyones business. "Yes, we must. It's not like we go entirely out of control in the mere presence of a human." The only thing that might make him frenzied was if a person was bleeding profusely and not anything less.
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    #10
    "Ja, we were muggles," Maiken said kindly, going back to the stitching. "Demeas eased me into the whole magi, veivisere, jegere world. I think I was twenty-three when I saw my first spell coming at me." She laughed gently. "Lucky girl. Managed to fend us off without a scratch. I wonder what became of her."

    Maiken had heard of his history in passing - to be honest, she couldn't quite remember where. Yet she knew the information, which was just enough to get by. It wasn't long before she was finishing up the seam, however. She didn't put away the needle just yet, hands sliding over the fabric, searching for any other potential flaws. "What was it like, to have a coven? Andre til å forholde seg til?"

    She didn't comment further about the blood frenzy, though she knew quite well that the way she lived now posed something of its own threat. The longer she passed over fresh blood, the more appealing its scent and taste became. There was a base, fundamental difference between living and stored blood, one that was very noticeable.

    magi, veivisere, jegere = magic, wizards, hunters
    Andre til å forholde seg til? = Others to relate to?
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