triangularity | for Stefan

for Stefan

Maggie spends the first part of the evening on her laptop, liveblogging in one chat window and using the other half of the screen to monitor threads on her section of the After the End Times forum. Maggie's good with people. She never minds a turn on forum duty, and as a beta on the site, she pays her dues just like everyone else who isn't a department head. It's a refreshing change, actually, to have an entirely merit-based system where her last name doesn't mean a thing.

As the first movie winds down, Maggie sets aside the computer, standing up and stretching. She did look around enough to take stock of the room. Almost everyone here is a regular. She knows all of their food and drink preferences, and she fully expects a couple to stay for half the week.

So of course it's the newcomer who caught her attention. He seemed amused by the movie, and she agreed with him on this one. Funny how a horror movies aren't scary at all when the world has turned into one.

Whoever invited him probably pointed her out to Stefan. Maggie got his name from the security scans at the door, but she isn't especially worried about strangers in her house either way. She tosses the remote to another Fictional, letting him take over and set up the next movie.

Stefan's the only one who needs to tell her what he wants, which makes him the logical choice for help fetching it. Maggie makes her way across the room, leans over one arm of the couch, and and introduces herself, probably unnecessarily. "I'm Maggie. Help me carry snacks from the kitchen?"

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Maggie grins around what would be a laugh if she'd let it. "A family thing, then? You look younger than me, I'm not sure how much time you'd have had to get used to old fashioned methods."

Generally, her parents' generation, the last one to grow up before the Rising, defaults to print media, but hers? Well, digital has been so much easier for a long time that a lot of people her own age don't bother with hard copies of much of anything.

"Thank you, Stefan," she says, still smiling. "I know you didn't volunteer to play kitchen helper, but it's appreciated."

"I'm only twenty one," he says, as if that'll absolve him of the grand crime of writing by hand. Still, his smile's just as wide. "But yeah, family tradition. Mom gave me a pen and paper journal and told me that writing would help.... and I kind of never stopped."

That wasn't a lie. His mother had given him his first journal, and he hadn't stopped. Not for over a century and a half. Times had changed, but he'd never switch over from pen & paper completely - especially not for his most important memories.

"It's really nothing. You're doing most of the heavy lifting. If I can help in any way, I will."

She smiles. "My parents didn't know to offer that, but then, they also never once complained that I went into journalism rather than the family business." Maggie's doting parents who have no one but her to leave their pharmaceutical empire to. They raised their daughter well and then let her do whatever she wanted with her life.

All that Maggie really needs from Stefan is quite literally lifting. "Since I'm not an octopus, I do need the extra hands for carrying things upstairs. Plus there's the added benefit of getting to talk to you for a few minutes. A very informal 'are you welcome back,' test. You passed, of course. You won't have to contend with the guards if you show up at my gates again."

There's a fairly sizable list of people with open invitations to Maggie's house. Full of people she likes is Maggie's favorite state to have her house in. She doesn't always extend one, and anyone who isn't on that list has the inconvenience of talking to the guards and getting Maggie's approval any time they want to come.

Now that she mentioned it, who was gonna take over the company? To his knowledge, Maggie didn't have siblings, and the Garcias - well, they must've had someone in mind. A company that huge would've taken the necessary precautions.

"Great! But I have to say, I might miss talking to them," he teased, taking an extra tray so that he could help with the rest. "Your guards were surprisingly good company until I got cleared."

By which he means, he might've compelled them into being more talkative than usual. Stefan's not stupid - he wouldn't compel his way in, especially with witnesses and cameras - but he's certainly not above those tactics for extra information.

Financially, Maggie is their heir. It would certainly be easier for her parents if they could leave the business decisions to her entirely. In lieu of that, they have very carefully picked executives. Maggie herself knows just enough about the medical field to be able to understand anything discussed in the board room. She'll have a controlling interest in the company if and when she inherits, and the responsibility for knowing who's trying to feed her bullshit. She hopes that day is a long, long way off.

She laughs when Stefan compliments the guards. "I am fond of Alex and his team. Good people and good at their jobs. I won't forbid you from conversation, I'm just promising a lack of interrogation. Most people are a little more off-put by the lukewarm welcome."

"While I have you," she asks him as an afterthought, "do you have any movie requests? It's not a themed night, so I'm taking those. Good or laughably bad."

Most people weren't also ancient vampires. Stefan would lose count if he tried to recall the people who tried to intimidate him; sometimes he humored them. Usually, he didn't, because even eternity is too short.

"I do appreciate that," he admits, his expression softening a little.

At the mention of requests, he has to think about it for a couple of seconds. "Not off the top of my head. I don't know our crowd well, but I've always been a fan of Inception."

His taste usually leans towards the classics - or what would be considered a classic - but tonight, he wouldn't mind rolling with the flow. The best movies were the ones he wouldn't usually think to pick for himself.

"Unnecessary interrogations interfere with my cunning plan to lure back return visitors, you see," she informs Stefan seriously, suppressing a grin.

She'd be perfectly happy to forego armed guards, if it weren't for kidnapping concerns. Maggie's house, with its five walls and gates, is fairly fortress-like. It can stop the dead just fine. It's the living who are a problem. Since she has to have guards, she's made the best of it. Their contract says that even if her father's paying them (which he is, because he insists his daughter have guards and a microchip monitoring her vital signs if she wants her independence), they work for Maggie directly. They answer to her, and she approved every one of them before they were hired. She likes them personally, especially Alex.

Maggie's eyes light when he names it, because Stefan's isn't a suggestion anyone's brought to her before, and yes, she owns and enjoys the movie. "Not quite in our usual wheelhouse, but close enough that I can be talked into it. Dreamscapes within dreamscapes, what's not to enjoy? Come on, let's see what we're sitting through first."

She takes a tray of her own, balancing it easily as they return to the home theater. When they get there, Maggie raises her eyebrows. "And whose choice was this one?"

...Laughably bad has always been on the menu, she supposes.

"Clever." He stifles a laugh, careful to balance the tray as he waits for her to lead the way. While he could reasonably find the room again, and still have everything warm, it would blow his cover.

Stefan doesn't have to see the movie to know who picked it. The overdramatic voices, the angsty soul-dripping music... Only one person in this room would adore it, and that would be his goddaughter. His laugh is rich and genuine as he stares at the movie, then back at Maggie.

"Zara's," He says, without a trace of hesitation. "Whenever there's a vampire movie, it's her."

Right on cue, she sticks her tongue out at Stefan, mouthing something suspiciously like an insult. Stefan, in return, scrunches up his whole face at her. As much as he loves Zara, sometimes, he wishes Zara's mother would've kept a tighter rein on her.

Zara and Stefan bicker like family, Maggie notes with a grin at that exchange. Stefan did tell her that their families had been close a long time.

"I guess I've never let you have control of the remote before, Zara," she muses. "I'm learning all kinds of new things tonight."

Maggie hands out drinks to the appropriate recipients before folding herself into the corner of a mostly empty couch, knees tucked up to her chest. She sips her own tea and then rests the mug on her knee. On second thought, Maggie shrugs, smiles, and sets the mug aside.

"As long as I have popcorn." She holds out a hand. Maggie refuses to sit through this without copious amounts of snacks. Pass her the biggest bowl in the room, please.

"There's a reason you should never let her. All you'll end up with is trashy tragic vampire romances."

"HEY," Zara retorts back, wrinkling her nose at him. "Sometimes they're tragic witch romances."

Stefan shakes his head at her before taking Maggie's cue and helping her deliver the rest of the drinks (+ various snacks) to everyone. It takes him a little longer, considering that he's a stranger to most of them, but he finishes soon enough.

Taking his seat next to Maggie this time, he passes the giant bowl of popcorn to her.

"Or you could just comment on it the whole time," he says softly, trying not to interrupt the party after his and Zara's rather... loud bickering. "That's how I got through the entire Twilight series."

Edited 2016-01-28 04:44 (UTC)

Maggie actually likes trashy romances, let it be said. But she has to draw a line somewhre. A low laugh is her only response to the further bickering, followed by a gratified smile when Stefan joins her.

"Are you offering to keep me entertained?" she asks just as quietly. "You can definitely stay. You come bearing popcorn and commentary, two of my favorite things."

Maybe Zara's choice will turn out much more enjoyable than expected. At least she has far better taste in people than in movies.

"I'm offering to keep you awake," he counters, taking back the bowl of popcorn and helping himself to a mouthful. Eating makes him feel human, but it also helps him stave off the desperate cravings.

Even though he's seen this movie more often than he wants to admit, the music is charming and the cast tried. They were unfortunately stuck with the script from hell.

"I don't know how else you'd get through these things. I mean, you could sleep, but the angst's pretty loud with this one."

"You'd better, now that you're sitting next to me," Maggie agrees cheerfully, "unless you want me to fall asleep on you. This isn't the worst vampire movie you've sat through, is it?"

Maggie is terrible and might well take it as a challenge to come up with something more terribly written if he says it is.

"I always wish the writing and acting were either a little bit better or a little bit worse." Genuine entertainment or more humor value. Maggie thinks Twilight falls into a dead zone somewhere between fun to watch and fun to mock, and so it rarely makes it near her movie docket. She sighs at Bella. "Yes, go right ahead and sniff your hair. I'm sure that's why he's been staring at you since you paused dramatically in front of that fan."

Now that's a good question. Stefan mentally goes through the list of every vampire movie he's ever watched - and there were a lot, no small thanks to his favorite niece. "Not even remotely. Vampire Academy was it, I think," he says, tilting his head a little.

At the mention of Bella sniffing her hair, Stefan stifles a laugh. "It hits that awkward middle spot where half of the cast took it seriously and half the cast phoned it in. The humans were the best part of this whole thing." Seriously, he would've paid good money for Charlie Swan: Vampire Hunter, and he normally hates all hunter-types with a passion.

"She was worse in the book. At least here, we can't hear her think."

Maggie's low chuckle says enough, at the mention of the other movie. She's seen that one, and would actually go with it over Twilight any time. It's more fun to mock, and her movie nights are bad movie parties as often as not.

"That's it exactly," Maggie agrees enthusiastically. "It's too bad to take seriously, but not quite bad enough to be funny. The cast's split attitudes are a big part of that. You're right about the humans, too, if we leave Bella out of the equation. Charlie's excellent."

And Maggie wrinkles her nose. "There are many people's heads, fictional and otherwise, I'd like to get into. Bella Swan was never one of them." She's read the books, of course, whether she liked them or not. How could she call herself a pre-Rising media buff if she hadn't?

She takes as big a handful of popcorn as she can manage.

"Right? Her poor dad. He's like, the one constant in this terrible, terrible universe." Stefan laughs, almost envious of Bella for her dad. Almost, because he's not exactly in the market for decent parental figures.

When Maggie talks about Bella, he has to add, "You have to wonder if Edward liked her precisely because he heard nothing."

Honestly, Stefan's relieved that vampires don't actually work like Twilight vampires. He's not sure he could deal with a power like telepathy or emotional manipulation (sorry Jasper, it is what it is), much less their sparkling in the sun. What a terrible giveaway.

"I won the doting father lottery," Maggie admits, because she knows that only great willpower and the desire to instill personal responsibility in his daughter keep him from indulging her every whim. "Charlie is a remarkable bastion of sanity, though. Pity Bella couldn't inherit any."

The comment on Bella's appeal prompts a warm laugh. " 'Finally, a bit of peace and quiet!' I wouldn't be surprised."

Twilight's vampire lore is just strange. Maggie grins as she sees one of the dogs approaching, rearranging herself so that he can awkwardly hop onto her lap. It's a big leap for such a small dog. "Your namesake would be appalled," she croons to him.

Stoker, if Stefan feels like inferring the dog's name.

"His namesake?"

Stefan's brain doesn't immediately leap towards Stoker. It's gotta be vampire-related, he knows, and since Maggie doesn't strike him as the Twilight-type, the little guy has to have some other author in mind.

So it takes him a few seconds until he smiles and says, "Ah, right. Even Stoker might get a couple of things wrong."

Because you know, he's not even remotely weak to sunlight or garlic or streams of running water.

"Get them wrong?" Maggie teases, grinning as she pounces on his word choice. "Granted, I'd agree with you that the sparkling is flat out wrong, but I wouldn't think there's a right to be gotten, when it comes to legendary creatures and beings."

Her lack of correction is confirmation that yes, Stefan guessed the dog's name correctly. She scratches Stoker under the chin with the hand further from Stefan, leaving her nearer hand free to continue snagging popcorn.

"What about your grandfather? Is his take on vampires the correct one?" Gilbert Branson did write supernatural romance, after all.

Stefan internally winces. As much as he wants to relax around Maggie, he has to remember that he technically doesn't exist. Stefan Salvatore is Stefan Salvatore IV, and he is his own great-great-great grandchild. (Or something like that.)

"Probably not, but I'm biased towards him." As any grandchild should be.

He has to think back to what he - er, what Grandfather wrote. Even Stefan had taken care to change a few details, in case some would-be hunter read his romances and declared open season on his family.

"Grandpa would've said he's right, because he started that whole trend of vampires feel more strongly than humans, but I don't know. It's like you said. No one really knows the truth when it comes to these things."

She grins. Of course he's biased toward his own grandfather.

"I never agreed with that particular aspect of his portrayal," Maggie counters gently. "I think it's just a little arrogant They may have more history, more accumulated emotion, given their lifespans. I won't argue with you there. But that doesn't mean humans feel things less intensely."

She enjoyed the books, she just doesn't think her own take on vampires would include that quality.

He tilted his head. Was that his indirect implication? That humans weren't capable of emotion? If so, "Grandfather" might need to re-think some of his life choices.

"True," he concedes. "I wonder, though. Grandpa always meant it more like - prior to him, people thought vampires were inner demons. That they couldn't feel, and that their only desires were nourishment and survival."

So when Gilbert Branson penned his tragic romances, he wanted to paint a new image of the vampire, as a creature that had amplified emotion rather than none. It was the truth, after all.

"I mean, they're not exactly mindreaders like Mr. Cullen, but they picked up on emotions quicker than you'd think."

"Stories do become a lot more nuanced and interesting when the monsters aren't monsters," Maggie remarks. "Even from a purely narrative point of view, I'm surprised it took so long for that to get a foothold in literature."

She likes horror movies. She likes jumpscares and uncomplicated monsters and ridiculous, unbelievable, terrible, mockably bad movies. She just doesn't think the world works anything like that.

"My point was that I would put their emotions on an equal scale with human feelings. I wouldn't swing from one extreme to the other, because it always feels as just as unrealistic." You know, because vampire novels are so big on realism. "I would just settle in the middle. Not devoid of emotion, of course, but not with amplified emotion either."

"Unrealistic?" He holds back a laugh, because this is his life she's talking about.

So he grabs some more popcorn to stall for time while he gathers his thoughts. No sense in upsetting her, or having a strong opinion about a genre he normally doesn't pay much attention to. (Most modern vampire fiction is... well, it's something.)

"Maybe you should write a vampire story next time," he finally says, unable to hide his amusement. "I don't think I've heard this middle-of-the road idea before. You might be onto something here."

Maggie is enjoying the conversation with Stefan enough that she agrees readily, "I will, if you'll read it and let me know what you think afterwards. I was due for another open request night anyway. I can promise at least a short vignette, to be expanded on later if I'm feeling inspired."

She can start with a vampire story during her next all-night writing marathon. Maggie writes quickly, and she's a ruthless enough editor of everyone else's work that it only takes a quick pass through her own stories to make them publishable. Especially in a forum that's specifically rapid-fire.

Edited 2016-05-08 15:22 (UTC)

(no subject)

stefanged - 2016-05-08 20:23 (UTC) - Expand

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only