“Ah, but wisdom is ageless, or so they say,” Claudia returned, smiling. Pity she couldn’t dig deep into his thoughts, pull out the memories of this ‘Nancy,’ twist his mind around to see her…no, she could only see the vague shape of his thinking.
She sat perfectly still, still as a little doll: she only needed to breathe while speaking, after all. No fidgeting, no restless shifting, hands folded white and still in her lap. It tended to unnerve mortals, her stillness, but he hadn’t yet noticed. He might not.
"Do they say that? I haven't heard anybody say that." Chances were good that he wouldn't clock the stillness, most things he was used to being threats moved wrong instead of not moving at all.
That and he was still fairly convinced this was a dream which meant anything that was just a little bit off would be written off as that.
His brow furrowed a moment later, regarding her again, "So what wisdom do you have for me?"
Claudia laughed, low and soft, not entirely childlike. “Living forever isn’t so bad. But perhaps avoid future blows to the head. Your dreams might be less dangerous.”
She smiled, soft and sweet…with slender sharp fangs dimpling her lower lip.
Dream or not, he understood a threat when he saw one, and knew that his own dreams had a tendency to go wrong, even now. The problem was that she was between him and the nail bat currently propped up against the dresser. The only reason it was there and not closer to the bed was to prevent it from becoming a trip hazard as he was rarely at his best first thing in the morning.
The fact that his dreams usually insisted on following the same logic was frustrating. Which was still not enough to make him realize he wasn't dreaming.
No, instead he just said: "I don't think that's actually how it works. I was definitely having nightmares before I took one too many hits to the head."
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She sat perfectly still, still as a little doll: she only needed to breathe while speaking, after all. No fidgeting, no restless shifting, hands folded white and still in her lap. It tended to unnerve mortals, her stillness, but he hadn’t yet noticed. He might not.
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That and he was still fairly convinced this was a dream which meant anything that was just a little bit off would be written off as that.
His brow furrowed a moment later, regarding her again, "So what wisdom do you have for me?"
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She smiled, soft and sweet…with slender sharp fangs dimpling her lower lip.
Hunger had won over her curiousity.
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The fact that his dreams usually insisted on following the same logic was frustrating. Which was still not enough to make him realize he wasn't dreaming.
No, instead he just said: "I don't think that's actually how it works. I was definitely having nightmares before I took one too many hits to the head."