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[allgotrabies]

Hey, it's Annie, you know what to do.

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[loveisall]

"Perhaps," he thinks. "What are you thinking?"

He smiles. "I am not that good at anything yet, Annie. I mostly copy what I already see and make changes from there. But I could probably do it with some help."

[allgotrabies]

"I dunno yet. I just know I want one--something that lasts, that's not a scar. Plus," a playful look up at him, "Yours are sexy. I could use some sexy ink, too."

[loveisall]

He just laughs at that because she's ridiculous. "I think I know what I would put on you," he tells her. "Something I wish all of my friends would have on them."

[allgotrabies]

"What? Tell me. I could probably get some of them to do it, too." She has honed her talent for getting people to do absurd things but she is always looking for a challenge.

[loveisall]

"Vegvísir," he explains. "A compass. Meant to guide someone through rough weather, but it is also meant to lead them to the right path."

He closes his eyes, leans his head against her. "Is my sketchbook on your side there?" he wonders.

[allgotrabies]

"Mmm," checking, and coming back with it. "Yes. Show me what it looks like?"

[loveisall]

He turns to a clean page and sketches out the main bit of a vegvísir for her. It's all clean lines for now, but he'd want to make it pretty for her. Make it nice.

"Like this," he tells her.

[allgotrabies]

"I like it," tracing the lines with her finger. "I've never seen it before."

The question is where she could have it that wouldn't damage it when changing forms. She sits up, and shows him a space on her side over her ribs. "Here. That's where I want it."

[loveisall]

He nods. "Alright. How big?" he wonders, reaching over to brush fingertips along the spot.

And maybe playfully tickle her sides because the temptation is there and he desperately wants to feel better.

[allgotrabies]

"About th-" and then she's squealing with laughter, trying to squirm away and then closer and then rolling, pulling him with her off the couch.

[loveisall]

He laughs, letting her pull him just far enough to go tumbling off the couch and into a pile on the floor.

"You are a rowdy little pup," he grumbles, but there's nothing but amusement in his tone, even as he rubs the back of his neck.

[allgotrabies]

"Yeah," she grins. "But it's how I keep you young. If I wasn't around to roll around on the floor with you, you'd probably get grey hair."

[loveisall]

He sighs. "I wish I could," he tells her. "But at least I was changed when I was young. So when I'm human, I start out young. I have a whole life to lead and feel young. And get grey hair."

He pulls himself up.

[allgotrabies]

"And grow a beard," she teases, stroking his cheek. "I can't actually picture you with one. Or a moustache. I think it'd look like you were wearing a disguise."

[loveisall]

He laughs at that. "Honestly? I think that I would feel like I was wearing a disguise," he tells her, sitting back and closing his eyes as he pulls the blankets up around them again.

[allgotrabies]

"Godric?" Cuddling up to him, her voice warm and imploring like it is when she asks him to do things like dye her fur. "If I make you a fake beard would you wear it for one hour to see what, like, Archer and Quentin say?"

[loveisall]

Godric stares at the television for a moment, watching it without actually seeing it.

"Perhaps," he tells her with a long suffering sigh. Which is his version of yes. How can he really deny her?

[allgotrabies]

He's rewarded with a delighted pup, hugging him, giggling. "You spoil me. I'll make it look like a good beard, I promise."

[loveisall]

"Later," he warns her. "After all of this has calmed down. After everyone has settled into their routines again. Perhaps next we'll have a quiet flood. Something - gentle. Another egg, perhaps. That was fine the first time. Or, instead of a winter storm, perhaps we can have something more fit to summer. A beach."

He pulls her close. "I know you would enjoy that."

[allgotrabies]

"Later," she agrees, tucking his arms more snugly around her. "I can't even think about going out of the house right now. I want everyone to be ready to cheer the new, scraggly faced you."

She thinks longingly of a warm, sandy flood. "I wonder how many people would be brave enough to put on swim clothes. Full on bikinis. For everyone! Men, too. Maybe like, two percent of people would do it?"

[loveisall]

"Well, we have people from all over time and space here. Some people swim in full bathing suits. Some people swim in nothing," he points out. "Have you ever seen what they wore in the American 1920s to the beach? You would feel quite out of place."

He leans back. "Humans are so strange with their ideas of modesty."

[allgotrabies]

She grimaces. "They're so afraid of their bodies. I turned lots of surfers, you know, but also a lot of people who'd lost everything. And the thing I always saw was when they woke up wolves it was like they finally realized how amazing it is to have muscle and bone and soul. Is it like that for vampires?"

[loveisall]

"There is a reason we can newly turned vampires newborns. They wake up crazed. Hungry. Aggressive. They'll attack the first thing they find, if you don't stop them. They suddenly have new powers, new senses, new everything. You have to teach them how to live and exist in a new way," he explains. "Without a soul."

[allgotrabies]

She nods. "New wolves are 'pups', same reason. Except it's not really...what's the word? Like, it's more play than serious attacking, but they just don't know how strong they are. So the older wolves have to teach them how to be careful and be in control."

And, with a more serious kiss, "You have a good soul." Don't even try to argue, Godric.

[loveisall]

He doesn't argue. Not after that kiss and after her tone. He knows better than that.

"Control is the first thing they need to learn, yes. Vampires, I mean. Some of them never learn it. There's no play with them. Only hunting."