[closed, for alex]

[fairywren]

It's been a solid couple of weeks since the beach party, so when Wren runs into Alex as the charity gala winds down, it doesn't feel too over the top to remind him he's still invited over for trading music and stories.

"This weekend, maybe," he says, and gave him an innocent look over his glass, "--unless you also have a quarter million you're planning on dropping on a date with someone, in which case I'd completely understand being occupied."

Now, he's just hanging out, lazily layering loops of guitar and synth into a background wash of music, watching Inari growl at shadows in the corner. Maybe he'll open up some wine later. Depends on what happens; he's not too worried about it.

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[sirenstoryteller]

"Really." Well, that was a bit of a surprise. That they were from the same region and probably the same line of sirens. The name Sauvageon did make Alex's eyes go wide for a moment but he hid it at the mention of a family collecting maritime stories. He'd stumbled upon that family name a few times in his travels and it had always turned out, well, embarrassing. It also solidified Alex's theory of Wren's siren heritage. "You'll have to share any other stories she's passed down. I'd love to know them."

The thought of not knowing a parent...that was something Alex couldn't relate to at all. The Senator and his wife were not always the easiest people to have as parents but he knew without a doubt that they both loved their children. "That's understandable though. It was easier as a child to create a romantic version of events. It's not silly at all. And I'm sure your mother knew you appreciated her, even while wanting your father to return."