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undergrounds2015-12-10 04:50 pm
occultdisciple) wrote in undergrounds2015-12-10 04:50 pm
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Working Dinner -- for stauncherhearted
Politics were always a messy business. His own father had been in the House of Lords, so it was no great revelation for Coward upon coming of age. Circle Daybreak had been no different, nor had the Night Council. He'd sat in all three, watching the machinations at work and the dancers going through their steps. By thirty, he'd been skilled at it himself. Skilled enough to weave between Daybreak and Midnight, to represent witches while helping to organise a coup of the human and supernatural governments. It had failed, and most of the work was unknown, but he remembered. Even if few others did.
Still, that didn't mean personal feelings didn't crop up. Not of love, no. God in Heaven, no. Those... Well.
But he respected the young witch. He admired the bold streak in the Midnight witches these days. It came and went, he knew. After all, they'd begun to be something of a presence in his day. He'd hoped to bring them into the light. Make them something. So he wanted it to be clear why he had metaphorically gotten into bed with their enemies. Especially as he had a personally professional relationship with the woman out to dinner with him tonight.
It was a quiet place, discreet without being obviously so.
The menu was, perhaps, more expensive than he usually chose, but this was a working dinner. Not as bloodworker and client, though that would no doubt come later when he gave her a ride home with his driver. Just a bit to tide him over. Her other services... Well. He saw the appeal. Any man would. But those, he refrained from for... personal reasons.
"Thank you for coming tonight," he offered with a slight but sincere smile. "I wanted to apologise for my support of Circle Daybreak. I'm well aware that they're making things quite difficult."
Still, that didn't mean personal feelings didn't crop up. Not of love, no. God in Heaven, no. Those... Well.
But he respected the young witch. He admired the bold streak in the Midnight witches these days. It came and went, he knew. After all, they'd begun to be something of a presence in his day. He'd hoped to bring them into the light. Make them something. So he wanted it to be clear why he had metaphorically gotten into bed with their enemies. Especially as he had a personally professional relationship with the woman out to dinner with him tonight.
It was a quiet place, discreet without being obviously so.
The menu was, perhaps, more expensive than he usually chose, but this was a working dinner. Not as bloodworker and client, though that would no doubt come later when he gave her a ride home with his driver. Just a bit to tide him over. Her other services... Well. He saw the appeal. Any man would. But those, he refrained from for... personal reasons.
"Thank you for coming tonight," he offered with a slight but sincere smile. "I wanted to apologise for my support of Circle Daybreak. I'm well aware that they're making things quite difficult."
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The politics alone were marvellous. Unrest from political parties, clashes against what had been established for so long.
"If Lord Blackwood ever returns to England, I shall be sure to introduce him to you."
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"I'll look forward to it."
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One that knew how to move through the shadows. How to make a cult a force to be reckoned with.
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