Sixteenth Sip
[Once the Eris influence had slipped from Mal, she was left rather annoyed. NOTHING controlled vampires, not even magical castles. They were above all and answered to none. The thought of her actions and words being manipulated fed an ancient sense of indignation.
And worse, she'd had flashsides again. Thanks to her own damn arrogance going threefold. People could have died. After having a cup of coffee to quieten the endless sense of craving, she sat and flipped through her journal, catching up on what exactly she'd done]
This place is so Gods-damned ridiculous.
[People she talked to in the last week]
None of you horribly traumatised? I was having a strange few days. [Which...is as close as Mal gets to a real apology]
[Brock]
You knocked me unconscious with a coffee pot. [There's no anger or accustaion in her tone. In fact she uses the same tone one would to say 'I saw you in the street the other day']
And worse, she'd had flashsides again. Thanks to her own damn arrogance going threefold. People could have died. After having a cup of coffee to quieten the endless sense of craving, she sat and flipped through her journal, catching up on what exactly she'd done]
This place is so Gods-damned ridiculous.
[People she talked to in the last week]
None of you horribly traumatised? I was having a strange few days. [Which...is as close as Mal gets to a real apology]
[Brock]
You knocked me unconscious with a coffee pot. [There's no anger or accustaion in her tone. In fact she uses the same tone one would to say 'I saw you in the street the other day']