Between a Rock and Not Caring About Metaphors

[tielle_mortevus]

Once again Tielle found herself sitting at the bar in The Viper Pit, her usual haunt whenever life went sideways on her or she needed to clear her head. She was listlessly stirring her cherry martini, which by the deep shade of crimson was at this point about 9 parts blood and 1 part martini mix. She sighed, talking to no one in particular.

"Let's say your daughter and her partner were both kidnapped, by two different people... The man who has your daughter is your ex making a play for power since she's heir to your throne, the woman who has her partner has held a nearly two century long grudge against your family and wants nothing more but to see you suffer. You can only deal with one of them at a time..."

She shakes her head.

"I mean... her life isn't in danger but..." she shuddered just thinking about what she must be going through, knowing full well what her captor was capable of.

"...and that half-demon is a total wildcard..."

She downed her drink, slumping back in her chair.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?"

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[roomed]

Henry let out a sigh, releasing some of the tension in his body after talking about all that. He hadn't intended to get into his past. But if it helped her understand, it was worth it. He still wanted to offer to help out with the rescue, but he knew it was beyond him. Working with the BPRD had taught him how to not become a liability, at least.

"There's always someone that has to keep causing problems..." he noted, shaking his head. "What's her name? In case she does find her way here somehow."

[tielle_mortevus]

She let out a sigh.

"Lillianus... and if she does find her way here... anti-violence field be damned I'm going to find a way to get rid of her for good."

Slumping down over the bar, she shook her head.

"I suppose I should get back home for a bit, hopefully sort all this out in a few days. Thanks..."

She paused for a moment, blushing a bit.

"How rude of me, I've been bemoaning about all of my problems to you and never even asked your name..."

[roomed]

Henry let out a small chuckle- he realized the same time she did that they hadn't exchanged names. Maybe they were just both the type to worry about threats far more than who they're actually talking to. Or maybe Henry had just been his usual forgetful self.

"Me, too. I'm Henry. Henry Sherman-Townshend. Good luck with all of this. I hope you all come out of it all right."

[tielle_mortevus]

She bowed her head, nodding in acknowledgement.

"Tielle, and thank you, I hope so too..."