Brain: A time my muse thought about yours. Picture Frame: A time my muse talked about someone from their past.
He's editing, lounging on his couch as Gossip Girl plays in the background. Nothing of importance, just for pleasure, nothing business related, that content is out and released for the month, he doesn't have to worry about it for a while. He clicks through various pictures he's taken around the bay that range from the beach to empty city streets after dark. It seems suspicious to be out with a camera at this point but at least his subject matter was still worth shooting. Local storefronts decorated for fall, a couple artsy shots of a half empty coffee cup that looks like it should belong on Pinterest. And then there's a few of the trails and he settles on an image he doesn't quite remember taking. Maven, kicking at a stone along the river's edge, her posture casual, her hands in her pockets. Must be recent then, her expression looks far more peaceful than it had those first few couple of times they'd met up.
He can't help but regard her with fondness at this point and he looks from the picture to where she's perched on his floor with a glass of wine and her phone. It's become a bit of a common occurrence that he doesn't really mind all that much anymore. Some days she's full of questions about what she is now, sometimes about his life, and then there's moments like this. Where they can sit in comfortable silence and he wonders if it's because it feels normal for her. Reminds her that despite the fangs that they're still people, can have lives, hobby's. In his case, terrible taste in television programming.
"Ye remind me a bit of my progeny back home." It's an absent statement, he's still looking at her on his laptop screen instead of her physically on the floor, sharpening the image a little. "Drastically different background tae ye, but yer both short as shit an' tae mouthy for yer own good." The corners of his mouth curl into a hint of a smile. There was a fire to them, something that couldn't quite be extuingished, and perhaps it was a will to survive. Even if it was a little out of sheer spite sometimes. He hadn't wanted to compare them at first, but he'd noticed little similarities and there was an ache in him to just go home. Or more importantly, take Maven with him. Far from where he sire could get at her again where she could be safe, start a new life. Every time he said something stupid and she was quick to fire something back, looked to him with a glint of mischeif in her eyes, he was ready to book a flight.
"Pretty sure if ye tae were tae meet I'd stake myself tae keep fae the absolute roasting ye'd give me." He does actually look at her over the top of his laptop because she let's out a soft laugh at that, cracks an actual smile as she meets his eyes.
It feels so normal, like such an easy conversation to have. As if they aren't both vampires stuck indoors on a weeknight, like she's not just clinging to him for protection. Like they're actual friends, like she's part of this new home here in Corinth. And maybe that's enough for now. The mere thought has him cracking a genuine smile.