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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[the last week or so of Delia's afterlife has proven to be very, very interesting and not, ultimately, in a good way]

[bewarned, then, those who might wish to talk to her. The lady is annoyed, and prone to snapping]

[this is not to say, however, that she doesn't want to talk to people, merely that the bitch!risk factor has gone up]

[dramatically]

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[that-valentine.livejournal.com]

Quietly, and softly slurred, "Delia."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she pauses, and turns her head]

You're a little drunk, Val.

[she says.]

[that-valentine.livejournal.com]

"Aye."

He blinks at her.

"A little."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[a rueful smile, and she moves over to join him. There is a slight stiffness to her normal saunter, though.]

Perhaps, then, it is a good thing I'm too annoyed to drink, otherwise we'd be a right pair, wouldn't we?

[that-valentine.livejournal.com]

"We often are," he admits. It may be worth pointing out that he doesn't have a glass with him.

He gives her a careful look. "Art pained?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she has a job, she can order her own]

Ah, the question should be mind or body?

[that-valentine.livejournal.com]

No glass at all. He's stopped drinking. For now, anyway.

"Either, dear heart."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

As you will, [Delia says then, seating herself on the table]

Body...will be fine within a week. Back to normal. Mind...well.

When...when you talked to me last, I had just seen a former lover of mine appear. After having been gone for four months. He...looked like he'd been tortured. And then my employer decides to be catty at me as soon as she sees me next.

I'm not having a good week.

[that-valentine.livejournal.com]

"I. . . see," he says, slowly.

"Would anything make it better?"

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

"A good day, Madame."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[her green eyes flick up for a moment]

Same to you, sir.

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

He gives her a welcome smile and bows.

"I am Magius. Student and stranger. How does the day find you?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Delia, Lady of Eldorne. And I've had better.

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"A pleasure to meet you, Lady Delia. I do not, I think, know of Eldorne. And I am sorry for the lack of goodness in your day. Would you care to talk?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

I am not drunk enough to do pour out my woes to a stranger...although the offer is thoughtful.

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

"Forgive me... I am yet still learning how to phrase things correctly around people... I was not asking you to do so, though I would if you needed. I was asking if you would like to talk about other things... Sometimes I find that talking, about things utterly not related to whatever is bothering me... sometimes it helps. Forgive my clumsiness. I am not... used to people completely yet."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Ah, I see.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Thanks to a morning and most of an afternoon spent with a delightful little samurai, a different bitch!risk factor has subsided dramatically. That doesn't mean it is neglible risk, however.

Goldy, looking quite self-satisfied, approaches with a glass of wine. Make that two glasses. She is learning. She is also perceptive enough to realize that all is not well in Delia Land.

"Evening, sunshine. Care for a glass?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[ooc: ahhaha, you arrive just as I am about to be late for class. I'll be back in an hour]

Oh, please.

[she breathes, managing a grateful smile]

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

She hands off the spare with a grin.

"And how is my beautiful co-Flower this fine day?"

It's pretty obvious. But politeness reigns sometimes.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[long pause]

Indy's back and Lilly's being catty.

Just fine and dandy, Goldy. Yourself?

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

She frowns gently. "Pretty good. I've got a... door thing. No biggie."

"What's up with Lil?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Well. She's close to Indy. I dumped Indy, and he vanished. Considering when he comes back it's apparent that he's been tortured for the, oh, four months that he's been missing, I'd suspect she somewhat blames me.

[heavy with the sarcasm is her tone, but the underlying brittleness of Delia is more obvious then ever]

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Goldy eyes her, part-curious, part-uncertain.

"Do you blame yourself?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she picks up her glass, and eyes it]

[softly]

He ran from me.

[and down goes the alcohol. That's a 'yes', Miss Goldy]