Everett Ogden had opted to stay in, there was simply far too much going on in his head to expose himself to yet more noise. Benny slept in the arm chair in the corner, a favorite spot of his clearly evidenced by the sheer amount of kitten fur one could find on the cushion at any given moment. He had brought a bottle of wine up from the common area and settled in for the night. Him, his books, his words, his sanctuary.
Gideon walked along the cobblestones, hand in hand with Illy, smiling to himself. Everett would be endlessly pleased to finally get to spend time with the lovely, delicate woman once more, and it had been forever since Illy had had the pleasure of Everett's company. Up the stairs of the inn they went, and he held the from door open for her before stepping in behind and moving for the stairs up to the rooms.
Illiana followed the elder vampire with the quiet smile of one reunited. Her eyes lingered at the center of his back as she drifted dreamily upwards to the hallway. The heat of the building coaxed her coat from her shoulders as she stepped, and she held the thin coat as a drape over her arm, pausing as Gideon moved toward Room Two Oh.
"He will be so suprised, Illy." He murmured happily as he trailed up the stairs after the beauty and moved down the hall towards room two-oh. A light rap of his knuckles at the door and he gave her cheek a soft kiss, his hand coming to rest gently against the small of her back.
Her smile softened and brightened at once with the words, and her lungs seemed to fill at the sense of his hand at her back.
"I am so fond of him, it will be lovely to see him again."
The sound caused him to look over his shoulder, a brow raising. There were not so many people that would call on him, so it would come as no surprise when he opened the door to see Gideon. However, it would come as a vast surprise to the rumpled, spotted gentleman to see that he had brought company. Everett grinned for her, despite that in a way, he still harbored some guilt about their unique situation.
"Illy! At last." He stepped aside, a toothy boyish grin for the both of them as he welcomed them. "Hello. And hello, Gideon. Would you like something to drink?"
Benedick proved definitively that he was a cat by half opening an eye to see those incoming and deciding that he frankly did not care. After a good stretch and a gaping yawn, he turned in the chair and returned to his kitty dreams.
"Hullo, Ev. I'd love something, thank you." He stepped in after Illy and moved to take a seat upon the edge of the bed, allowing Illy her choice of chairs at the small table.
How she longed to press his hand and whisper to him that his guilt was unfounded! But Illy steeled herself, resolved only to respect the poet and his mild manner which so happily mirrored her own sense of appropriate behavior. Her head dipped as she stepped past the threshold, the curl of her lips evolving gently from smile to grin and back again.
"It has been too long, Everett." She stared at the feline creature heaped so languidly upon his throne. "And you have acquired a family of sorts, I see."
She moved toward the table, then, and settled into a chair, allowing the fabric of her coat to pile at her lap. Her excitement and pleasure was evident: her hands would not stop their fidgeting.
"I'll have a glass of whatever you deem fit to serve Gideon, and thank you."
"Ah, yes. The work of Gideon." With a smile towards the cat in the armchair, he adjusted his spectacles and made introductions.
"Illiana, that is Benedick. Benny, really." He turned his face back to hers and sighed lightly, all warm regard for the exquisite lady. "You look so well. I have wine, and a little bit of scotch, though it would not be a problem for me to run down and find something else to suit your tastes." As he looked at the elegant pair, he was suddenly acutely aware of his own state, barefoot and less than put-together. He busied himself immediately with the business of tucking in the old shirt. Marginally better.
She could not help following the ink-stained poet's gaze toward the cat. Benny seemed an appropriate title. In truth, Illy had never cared much for pets. They seemed too willing to soak up affection and kind speech - there was no challenge, after all. But that haughty animal gave her a small sense of comfort, if not amusement.
"Scotch is just fine, Everett. Please don't trouble yourself at all. I believe we're unexpected guests, after all." And then she gave Gideon a conspiratory wink, primarily for Everett's benefit, as if to say all was well. To relax. Settle. Enjoy.
Gideon rose from his seat, opportunity presenting itself sooner then he had imagined.
"Why don't you let me? I'll nip down and get something nice, yes?" He gave Illy a grin in return to her wink. "I'll just be a moment."
A hand to Everett's shoulder, brief squeeze and a soft trail of fingertips before he opened the door and stepped out, leaving the pair alone for the time being while he made his way down into the evening's bustling tavern.
Before he could protest, Gideon was up and out, but it was just as well. Gideon had shoes on. Everett settled himself into the slight imprint on the edge of the bed, where his friend had just sat, folded his hands together and smiled for Illy.
"I really am so grateful that you decided to call. I have missed your good company."
Demurely, Illy shifted so that her legs could more comfortably cross beneath the fabric of the long skirt as she regarded the frame of this man. This wonderful man who had quite unwittingly captured the heart of her lover. A curious situation indeed. And there was nothing to be said, no tool with which to chip away at ice. Illiana decided that it would be better to melt that sheet than to hack at it clumsily. She nodded agreeably and moved so that her posture proclaimed her attentiveness: elbow at the table, chin at her palm.
"And I have missed yours, of course. You seem to have become quite comfortable here at the inn. I hope that means you'll be staying indefinitely."
"I certainly cannot imagine going anywhere else in the immediate future." He scratched at the back of his head. A gesture he always employed when his nerves thought to simmer over the edge of the pot. With a deep breath, he continued the game of polite questions. Working up his nerve. He had some nerve...
"You have been very busy of late, I understand. Anything of great interest?"
Breaking gaze only when she felt his discomfort swell, Illiana maintained the air of one close friend who had been away. It was exquisite, really, this dialogue: each of them bursting and for such different reasons. She, to cradle his fingertips and comfort him. He, certainly, to relieve guilt. To his question, she shook her head.
"I returned to Cambridge to collect some personal items and - well, this is between us, Everett. I was working on a second doctorate when I came to Rhydin. Such things were all but abandoned once I arrived, of course." She paused, her eyes wandering to the floor. "I had to see someone, to pass along my work. It has been a trying few weeks."
"I am ever so sorry that it has been difficult."
He patted the back of her hand, and how he felt worse! She had been away from Gideon and he had been keeping Gideon company, yes, but did she really know the extent of it? Gideon had said that she did, but Everett still had to wonder.
"Is there anything at all I can do to help? To ease you?" His brow knitted into an earnest pattern, deep lines and a warm gaze.
Her eyes wandered from floor to the place where his palm had been and then to his eyes, into which she smiled graciously. The touch had drawn her from a quick trip into memory, and her spine seemed to straighten as she loosed herself from that foggy place.
"Oh, Everett, I wish I could tell you how much your company alone comforts. There is something to be said for having very good friends, after all. But I will say thank you, because I know you ask in earnest. That, too, is rare."
She was an angel. He thought to fall to his knees and beg her forgiveness, but that would be silly unless he really knew that he had sinned in her eyes.
"A shame that it would be so." Everett took a deep breath. "You are so important to Gideon, and though we are not well acquainted, it makes you all the more important to me, Illy."
That lower lip tucked between his teeth for a spell.
"I would never want to do anything that hurt either of you." Every one of those words carried weight, he spoke them with all the reverence that he used to read his poems.
Downstairs Gideon took his time making tea. Alcohol might have been a lubricant in this odd little situation, but he highly doubted that it would truly make things seem easier for the one out of the three of them who could actually consume the stuff. Nonetheless he put a small bottle of whiskey onto the tray alongside the honey and milk as he waited for the kettle to boil.
Illy sat perplexed for what seemed like an eternity. In reality, it was within seconds of his small speech's end that she'd risen from her seat, left her coat a liquid puddle in her own stead, and placed herself intimately beside the poet. She took his hand, then, and held it at some maternal angle.
"Everett, you are important to us both. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, my dear friend, and so I will say nothing to you without your permission to. But please," Her fingers gripped his, then, to emphasize her sincerity. "Please don't think of causing pain. You keep such things at bay. I give you my word."
She released his hand, then, because to hold it made her breast swell with the desire to betray all that she knew. But she would not allow it, not until Everett signaled that he would not suffer for the words.
Everett kept his eyes on Illy, utterly transfixed by her, hanging on every word and every gesture. Her fingers slid into his own, and he returned her grip with a gentle squeeze, and when she withdrew her hand, he pressed his into its partner. It helped to hold on to at least something.
"It is so good to hear it, I just..." Everett thought of what he and Gideon had spoken of, of the way he withheld things, of the fear that always held him back, and he willed himself to meet her eyes.
"I have worried about what you think of me. In context of Gideon. I have been unable to catch you at any hour, though perhaps I should have tried better." Another scratch to his head, and he looked over to study that kitten. "Though he assures me that it is not so, I have worried that I have hurt you, and I would never forgive myself if I were to cause you grief."
Those were the most honest of any words he had ever uttered. Everett strove to never pain another. It was an exercise in futility, but he would try all the same.
Her heart broke. It struggled to beat at all, to beat in time to the mortal's and its failing sent it into a swollen bursting. There was no grief, no sadness. It was not quite joy. The suffering of it was immense and beautiful, that this man would think that his intimacy with Gideon would harm Illiana in some way. Of course, it was the natural concern. In any normal group, such things would surely cause unrest and envy. She smiled for him, her eyes swimming suddenly with everything she could not say. Her words were uttered with the quiet reverence of a penitent. Absurd, perhaps, considering it was Everett who felt that he was confessing.
"Oh, Everett. You have brought joy to the one that brings joy to me. I could never thank you properly, there aren't any words in any language. You have nothing to fear, not from me. I love you dearly for your love for him."
Love. A powerful word, and one with which he took great care. His heart still recovered from his last bout with it. Ten rounds with it had left him sprawled and swollen and bleeding and gone. Maybe it was a kind of love, the careful way he stepped around them both, how profoundly difficult he found it to deny Gideon anything. His brain would run that one in circles later, but for the time being, he thought he might burst. Ev's eyes misted, though it was just relief. Nobody was being hurt, and perhaps he could look at himself in the mirror with fewer painful questions dwelling in his imagination. Impulsively, he placed a warm kiss high on her cheek and smiled for her. It took great restraint to not curl in her lap like a complacent cat and declare his eternal fealty on the spot. It was easy to see why Gideon loved her.
"You cannot know what grief you have spared me."
Balancing the tea tray in one hand, careful of its weight, Gideon gave the door another soft knock. He couldn't manage the knob and the tray at once, and wanted to be sure he did not walk in on an awkward situation.
But she could know, and that knowledge spread through her like baptismal waters. Blasphemous, perhaps, considering her lack of faith, and blasphemous because any gods would surely spurn her for her unnatural state. She said nothing, only placed her palm against his cheek for a brief moment, and she smiled again. At the knock, she glanced toward the door and then to Everett with question marks in her eyes. As if to ask if he was ready.
A watery smile for Illy. He was never ready for Gideon, but he always answered that knock. Everett rose and crossed the short distance to the door, pulled it open to admit Gideon, who had apparently gone all out with the fetching of drinks.
"You have returned equipped for any situation, I see." Good Englishman, brought tea to the party. Everett eyed the tray.
As the poet rose, the professor followed only far enough to return to her previous seat. Before taking her leisure there once more, she carefully arranged her coat so that it hung safely on the back of the furniture. Cool fingers smoothed the fabric. Her thoughts were scattered and focused at once, and the break for drinks was welcome. At last, she sat and found herself laughing softly at the two men.
"He knows how to prepare for a gathering, I think."
"I have." Gideon said with a small smile as he stepped inside and set the laden tray upon the table. Teapot, cups, whiskey, honey, milk and even biscuits... all piled there. Leaving the tray he turned toward Illy and pressed a soft kiss to her temple.
"Will you pour, luv?"
"Happily." She would have blushed at his kiss if she could have, but it was enough that her lips formed a girlish smile. She glanced up at Everett.
"For our poet first. What would you like, Everett?"
Everett pressed at hand to his sternum, drumming his fingers there as he eyed the tray.
"It all does look quite fine." A smile came, this one made him look as though he were beginning to feel comfortable in his own skin again. A good look on anyone.
"I shall take my tea with milk and honey, please, and I know of no Ogden man who would ever refuse a biscuit..." There was not a one of those in his bloodline, to be sure. Grandpa Ogden (still rolling in his grave, by the by) had been tremendously fat because of Grandma Ogden's biscuits.
The soothing did look delightful upon him, it was true. Illy prepared Everett's tea with care, pouring with all of the grace of a girl trained in etiquette. She placed a biscuit neatly beside the teacup upon its saucer and offered the package to the poet with a grin.
"I cannot abide biscuits, myself. The sugar goes right to my heart and makes it flutter. But you shall eat as many as you can stomach if I have anything to say on the matter." Glancing at Gideon, she grinned. "And you, love?"
Perhaps they would be fortunate and Grandpa Ogden might have had some manner of unrequited crush upon the local shepherd lad in his youth. They'd never know. Gideon resumed his seat upon the bed.
"With whiskey and honey for me, Illy, thank you."
It was charming, in a way, that they insisted on serving though technically speaking they were his guests, but he felt at ease in the situation. To be doted upon then was a very fine echo of what it had been to be in the bosom of his family. He took his cup and saucer and settled on the edge of his bed, balancing the dish on his knee. Benny heard the sound of dishes, and that almost always meant he was getting a treat. He stretched to his feet, hopped to the floor, and padded over to greet everyone at last. First, there was the customary weave between Ev's ankles, then he moved to butt up against Illiana and Gideon. His purr was a demanding one, used in only two important instances.
"Ah, young master." Gideon greeted the kitten warmly. He was naturally affectionate, despite his lack of experience with animals. Benny was easy to love though. He took the saucer from under his own teacup and poured a bit of the milk into it, then set that upon the floor for the kitten, running his fingers along the short, sleekly fuzzy back.
"There now, you can have tea as well I suppose."
Benny sat, little tail flicking out in elegant lines behind him, communicating his content as he lapped up the milk as though he were starving to death. Everett shook his head, a funny little smile as he watched the cat.
"He has quite a personality." Ev tried the biscuit and found that it suited him. He felt very much at ease in that moment, like the cat, and with any luck, like his company.
Illy stood, tidying the tea things, and moved for her coat.
"I'm afraid, my darlings, that I am becoming quite tired. I hope you'll forgive me if I return to the hotel and rest. Everett... " She smiled affectionately to him and bent to kiss his forehead - a most maidenly gesture that spoke volumes. "I will look forward to meeting you again, my friend. Until then, do take care of Gideon."
A low chuckle and she straightened, sliding the coat along her arms and buttoning it.
At ease indeed. Gideon took his tea after Illy poured it, and sank down upon one of the chairs at the table, the closer one to the bed, and took the smallest of tastes of the deliciously hot, honey-sweet stuff. He could not help but smile broadly at Illy's loving buss to Everett's forehead.
"Take care, luv. I will see you later tonight."
She nodded at Gideon, smiling, and then made for the door. Within moments, she was gone, the faint scent of books and feminine soap in her wake.
"It is our great loss to lose your company so soon." He felt a little surge of sadness at her hasty departure, but it could not last long, not with how she had made him so light with such ease.
"I shall do my best, Illy." A smile, and he carefully rose to see her the five steps to the door. He had to be a gentleman, after all. He set the saucer on the edge of the table and held the door for her, closing it gently in her wake. Smell of girl trailed behind her, brought a little flush to his cheek in its foreign yet familiar flavor. There was no smell in the world like that. Everett smiled to Gideon.
"She is amazing." Appropriately amazed, he crossed to the table to devour a second biscuit.
Gideon watched his lover go, a warm, wistful smile on his face.
"She is indeed, you have no idea how amazing."
Illy had saved Gideon from himself, she had forgiven the unforgivable, and she along with the gentle poet sitting by his side was working to grow the seeds of humanity, of goodness with the fallow feilds of Gideon's cold heart.
"I'm glad she was able to join us for a little while."
"As was I." Unspeakably so. He settled with his teacup back into that spot at the edge of his bed, and watched as the gratified kitten abandoned them both again for the comfort of his beloved armchair. Everett drew in a deep breath, how fine it felt to breathe, his eyelids shut a moment as the air filled his lungs and opened again. He was lighter, and for the first time that evening, he looked carefully over his friend.
"Have you been well, these past few days?" Ev had been in his room every night for the last few, and none had called. The quiet had greatly helped to center him.
"I have. I was about to ask you the same thing. I'm sorry I haven't come to see you." He replied. Thoughts of his confrontation with Viki ran through his mind. If Everett had known he would have despised the vampire, but that was the point of the while thing wasn't it? For his part he no longer loathed the little seer, though she was still a thing to be treated with caution. How she had come out of the entire ordeal not hating him was either a miracle or a by product of her fractured little fairy mind. Gideon was willing to place even money on both.
"Nor have I been to the Lanesborough." An easygoing smile as with a wave, he dismissed the unnecessary apology.
"Truth be told, the quiet has been something of a relief. Benny has kept me from loneliness, and my words have kept me from idleness. I have been quite well."
Another long sip of tea and the poet looked softly on the vampire, blissfully unaware that in some moments, he was indeed a demon?