|Over at Delia's
||[Aug. 7th, 2006|01:19 pm]
The cab driver gave Ivan a smile and nod as he was being tipped. "Thank you, sir. Have a good day, sir."
Ivan returned a weak smile. "Yeah thanks." He turned around as the cab drove off and headed up the steps towards Delia's apartment here in Vorbarr Sultana, blinking furiously to get the glow of the morning sun out of his eyes. What a terrible night.
Ivan had left ImpMil a few hours ago after seeing to Simon's needs and hoping for a waking peep out of his mother. No luck on the last one. He'd then informed Impsec about Simon's theories about their attack, and in return, got told that yes, Gregor and Laisa had been sent off somewhere safe and that yes it really was safe. Ivan had sighed and hoped for the best. When it became obvious that he was hindering more than helping at ImpMil and that people were too polite or daunted to tell Lord Vorpatril to just go home, Ivan had had the decency to excuse himself and trudge back to his apartment. After making sure that he would get the first word if anything else developed, of course.
Ivan had tried to call Miles at home, but couldn't get through. Damn busy signals anyway. Frustrated, he'd thrown himself on his bed and buried his head in the pillows.
A few hours later, Ivan was interrupted from bad sleep and worse dreams by the chime of his comconsole earlier that morning, which was why he was here in the first place. Delia had also been worried after his mother, and Ivan had decided that he needed company badly. So he'd dressed in a rush, grabbed a bag of muffins and hailed the first cab he saw on the street.
He'd forgotten to shave.
Well at least I pull off the handsome kind of rake haha. Ivan cleared his throat and rang the doorbell.