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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Delia is quiet when she comes down the stairs into the bar. Quiet, and though she's tried to hide it, it's obvious that she both hasn't slept much, and has been crying.]

[still.]

[she orders some food and wine and book from the Bar herself, and curls into a booth like nothing is wrong]

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[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"My lady."

He slides into the booth opposite her, in a posture almost the exact opposite of her curl, limbs thrown outwards.

"Art well?"

It's obvious she's not.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she blinks and looks up, shaking her head a little.]

Um. Not really, Mercutio.

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"Can it be helped, or must it be endured?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

The latter.

(We already know the latter, don't we?)

It...nothing can be helped. Changed. I don't know.

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"So, endurance, then."

He smiles a little.

"It can be done."

There's knowledge there, behind the easiness. If it's too broken to be fixed, survive.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

I am well aware of that. Survived before, will again.

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

The waitrat has arrived with the wine that Mercutio conveniently ordered before sitting to talk to Delia, and he salutes with it.

"To survival then, lady."

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

Rose has a good sense of feeling, in some ways.

Like when it seems someone's not as well as good be.

"-- you okay?" she asks quietly.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Not exactly,

[Delia says without looking up, her throaty voice oddly raw.]

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"Totally aware you don't actually know me," she adds, "but can I getcha a drink anyhow?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she glances at Red, and an odd smile curves her rosy lips]

Never turn down a drink.

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"Well then." Innocent reflection of the same smile. "What's your poison?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Absinthe.

[the_lioness]

Alanna is not having a good day.

Weak, weak, weak, she thinks, rubbing at the muscle she had pulled this morning in her shoulder. Never one to walk gracefully, she makes a point to stomp through the bar on her way to her favorite booth.

The booth currently containing Delia. Great.

You know what they say; misery loves company. Alanna slumps into the opposite seat.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she looks up, and almost literally jumps.]

[Morning, Alanna, I'm in love with your brother, how are you?]

[...no, that wouldn't go down well, would it?]

[the_lioness]

Alanna stares at Delia as if her reaction is just further proof that the entire universe has gone mad.

"What's wrong with you?" she asks, voice raspy.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[...yep. And this is the vaguely hysterical laughter]

You don't want to know.

[the_lioness]

"Sure I do," she insists. "It's just been that kind of day."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

No.

You.

Don't.

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

"Lady Li," Parker says, sits, withtout being asked. Stares at her.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Parker.

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

"What happened?" he asks, nearly kindly.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Just.

I. Should probably be locked up.

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

Parker raises an eyebrow. "Why?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Because I'm fucked up.