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Here is a bar. At it is a girl, late teens - ? - dressed in wide bands of black silk tied ragged edge to ragged edge in a neat pattern. There's a small owl on her shoulder and a stack of napkins at her elbow and she's nursing a cup of something steaming and spicy.
Ivy twitches her fingers and begins magically setting the table. Her spellcraft is a miracle of efficiency; the lights above do not flicker.
"Want to stay for dinner?" Kincaid grunts towards Bella.
"Want to stay for dinner?" Kincaid grunts towards Bella.
A dinner courtesy of Charity Carpenter is had. Peace and goodwill towards mankind spreads through the participants. Afterwards, Ivy performs a single cartwheel and almost bonks her head on a chair, at which point Kincaid picks her up by the scruff of her suit jacket and places her on his shoulders, where she can do no more damage.
"Hey, Soulful," flickers Bob. "Runes?"
"Hey, Soulful," flickers Bob. "Runes?"
the-nightmare-of-my-choice
A few days later, David clears his throat when she enters the apartment. He has a wry smirk on his face.
the-nightmare-of-my-choice
"'Lo, Bella. Just wanted to chat. We haven't really gotten the chance to talk about much aside from me conspicuously not interrogating you, you know?"
the-nightmare-of-my-choice
"Mostly just sensible, since I doubt I'd actually get anything out of it. I've been wondering, do you wear those sunglasses to avoid eye contact, or do you actually have an unpleasant medical condition?"
make_opportunity
"Eye contact. I have a philosophical opposition to soulgazes. They are horrible and should not happen, especially to me."
the-nightmare-of-my-choice
"Mm. I'm not sure I follow; the information you get out of them trends vague enough that I don't have many qualms about them."
make_opportunity
"They're - they're violating. I don't mean to imply that it's competing with very much but the time my mother's hedgewitch friend 'gazed me was, in fact, the worst thing that ever happened to me, and this even though she burst into tears and told me my soul was too beautiful for words. If people want to engage in such things I'm not about to stop them but I do not so want."
the-nightmare-of-my-choice
"Violating... I could see that. I tend to find them more intimate, but it is a fine line."
the-nightmare-of-my-choice
He raises an eyebrow. "Well, luck with that, I suppose. Have you ever had a... significant other, I'll refrain from heteronormativity."
make_opportunity
"Maybe post-project?" Shrug. "I don't want to tell anybody what it is but it's the sort of thing I'd feel bad about not telling a significant other."
the-nightmare-of-my-choice
"Ah, yes. A noted disadvantage of secrets."
He pauses.
"What do you think of Harry?" he asks slowly.
He pauses.
"What do you think of Harry?" he asks slowly.
make_opportunity
"He seems perfectly nice... I mean, I haven't been chatting with him a lot, either, as you mentioned."
the-nightmare-of-my-choice
"True. I worry you haven't seen the best side of him; he's been grieving lately, you might have noticed. It takes a lot out of him."
the-nightmare-of-my-choice
"A... friend. Sheila. I was away on business, and he managed to have some kind of apocalyptic battle with the White Court, and she... died. To give him the time to save everyone else." He coughs. "He's never been good with loss. Much less someone else sacrificing themselves for him; he always wants to be the one taking the bullet."