http://bright-burning.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bright-burning.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2006-10-08 01:52 am
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It seems one not-exactly-deity-or-personification has decided to come down to the main bar, tonight. It also seems, however, that she's been elsewhere - there's grey ash caught in her hair, and the normal scent of woodsmoke is surprisingly strong.

She's also not really taking pains to appear mortal. If you look closely, you might be able to see the reflection of flames in her eyes, or just under her skin.

But she won't burn you, dear, of course not.

Right?
river_meimei: (listening)

[personal profile] river_meimei 2006-10-08 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Fire," River says softly, to the air over the woman's left shoulder. (Though 'woman' is, perhaps, an approximation at best.)

She doesn't seem aware of having spoken, but her eyes snap back to Fire's face a moment later.
river_meimei: (better in red -- planning)

[personal profile] river_meimei 2006-10-08 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
River sways slightly, but she doesn't step back. Her chin lifts fractionally, instead, and she draws herself (together) up into a (fighter's) dancer's straight-backed poise.

"Yes," she says in answer, and keeps her eyes on Fire.
river_meimei: (born gunslinger)

[personal profile] river_meimei 2006-10-08 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
She does step back, now, one step. Controlled: toe first, then heel, bootsole scuffing silently against floorboards, and her other foot followin.

"You're greedy," she says, still watching.

Calm, and a little flat.
river_meimei: (better in red -- planning)

[personal profile] river_meimei 2006-10-08 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Your terminology is misled."
river_meimei: (toneless)

[personal profile] river_meimei 2006-10-08 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Greedy," River says again, softer.

"Not cruel. Not kind. You just want to burn it all."
river_meimei: (stand true)

[personal profile] river_meimei 2006-10-08 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
River flinches ever so slightly at the last two words, inhaling with what might be a second's vertigo, and then her chin lifts again as her fingers move slowly at her side.

"Not me."
river_meimei: (born gunslinger)

[personal profile] river_meimei 2006-10-08 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
River looks at her for a minute, straight on, even though Fire's eyes dance with half-seen flames and her hair wavers in a heat-haze.

Softly, "I'm me."
river_meimei: (born gunslinger)

[personal profile] river_meimei 2006-10-08 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
River tenses a little anyway.

But, oddly enough, it doesn't look like fear.

"River," she says, after a moment.
river_meimei: (stand true)

[personal profile] river_meimei 2006-10-08 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
"The black."

Vacuum doesn't go so well with fire, either; a spaceship's heart is fire, but

(burn the land and boil the sea)

very carefully tamed and directed.
river_meimei: (lady of serenity)

[personal profile] river_meimei 2006-10-08 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
River's mouth curves in a tiny smile.

It's disconcertingly sweet.

"Okay."
river_meimei: (eavesdropping)

[personal profile] river_meimei 2006-10-08 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
River frowns slightly.

"You're angry."

"Feed the flames, reevaluate the fuel proportions."
river_meimei: (better in red -- planning)

[personal profile] river_meimei 2006-10-08 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
River's right hand flutters, and lifts.

Taps her throat, one-two-three in quick succession.

She's smiling again, just a little.

And then her hand drops, and she eases another step back, and turns away.