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It's not that Desire hasn't been visiting Milliways: Desire has.
As the Endless is so fond of reminding old friends, this is a bar: Desire never really leaves.
But maybe, just maybe, it's the first time in a long while that the Endless has been spotted moving through the crowd, reclaiming the usual booth.
Desire smirks, sets the cigarette in hand into the blue ashtray on the table and proceeds to get comfortable, shoes propped up on the bench across the way.

So.
How long has it been since you've seen Desire?

[ OOC: Pretty please! I'm attempting to get back in the swing. Ping me at milliwaysdesire before pouncing me, so I know what to expect? Thanks! - Bansh ]

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If there's one thing Saionji desires more than anything else--more than Anthy's love, more than Touga's friendship--it's something eternal.

Something Endless.

So it's not because she's familiar, exactly, that Saionji slows on his way to the Bar to stare. If she's familiar, it's that she (impossibly) looks like a castle in the sky or a sword, shining with the power to revolutionize the world. Like nothing human, nothing fleeting, at all.

The shinai and snowy broom slung over his shoulder slip to the ground with a clatter.

Whatever Saionji saw in her, she doesn't look all that different from an Ohtori student now -- Perhaps a little more like Juri and Utena in dress, but still something recognizable -- and her attention is caught by the sudden clatter.

Her eyes are golden, and she meets Saionji's stare curiously.
Then, she stands and bows in his direction.

He bows back, very correct. "Senpai," he says quietly. If he has to meet classmates, at least they can look like this.

Although--there are all sorts of questions, here. He gathers up his dropped and borrowed possessions, leaving a splash of snow on the floor.

"Saionji-san," she returns, smiling faintly. "And how are you finding Milliways? Pleasant, I hope?"

"Very," he says, trying to place her. Surely he'd remember anyone who looked like this.

"You can just call me Saionji; and I'm afraid I don't recall your name--?"

She still looks vaguely familiar: It's unnerving, this feeling that he should know her.

Her eyes widen slightly, and then she's shaking her head alightly as if trying to clear it. "How rude of me: I apologize, Saionji. I am Desire."

(That is the castle where Eternity dwells)

For a moment, for him, her eyes glitter greenly. "An unusual name," he says. His own voice sounds rather far away.

"No stranger than some found here." Desire nods once, perhaps acknowledging. She doesn't seem to mind that he's not entirely there, using the time to quietly study the former Captain of Ohtori's Kendo team.

Desire gives him a long moment before interrupting his introspection. "I'm afraid you would not have seen me around campus, Saionji. Especially not in the current circumstances?"

A twitch, in the corner of one eye. "That's very true."

"You aren't wearing the conventional uniform--a new duellist perhaps?" he asks brittly.

"You could say that." She purses her lips, eyeing him. "Is that going to be a problem?"

"I'm not a part of that anymore," he says coldly. "But if you'd not mind a piece of brotherly advice--End of the World's games are in no one's best interest."

"He'll offer you everything you've ever wanted, but in the end you'll be nothing but his puppet."

Desire grins.

Oh, Saionji, if you only knew.

"World's End and his games are not my concern, Saionji: His promises are nothing. I became involved to protect someone I love."

Everyone thinks they've got a good reason.

"Good luck, then," he says dryly. "It's really not any of my business any longer."

Desire eyes Saionji.
"I'm no longer trying to win Anthy, if that's what you think of me. There's only one person that could convince me to step in again."

"Anthy isn't the Rose Bride any longer, anyway, I'm told," he mutters. "At least according to--" (an ignorant peasant) "--some."

"Ah. Well, it's true." Desire looks away, giving Saionji a break from that yellow gaze.

He looks away too, towards the floor. "That's what I'm told," he repeats. "I don't understand how that could happen."

"You left it behind, didn't you?" Desire's tone borders on serene. "Is it really so hard to believe she could, too?"

Desire's eyes glitter green again.

"I was a duellist," he says. "She's the prize." Verb tenses get slippery, here. "It's different."

"She never seemed to object, before."

Desire smirks faintly -- Mostly, it's just enough to bring up the corners of her mouth.
"Perhaps it's just that she never realized she had a choice, Saionji. You know she's never been very good at accepting mere words."

"You seem to know a lot about her," Saionji says warily. "Have you been the Engaged?"

"I have."
And she has some idea how Saionji feels.

"Did you defeat Tenjou? Or take her from someone else?"

"Someone else -- I've never had to fight Tenjou." Desire considers, blinking. "I don't think I've ever seen her fight, now that you mention it."

"She's surprising," Saionji says dryly. "Untrained, but capable of...inspired moments."