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[true_desire]

There's an Endless in the bar.
It's shocking.
Desire. In the bar. Who would have guessed?
... Well. Perhaps anyone even vaguely familiar with this particular Endless, but that's neither here nor there.

Desire seems to be without intent this evening, just staying at the usual table, smoking the usual cigarette, and a simple glass of champagne in hand.

An undirected Desire is a bored Desire.
Bad news for anyone who wasn't looking to become Desire's evening entertainment...






[OOC: I've had to slowtime because I'm out of practice -- I'll get back to this!]

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[creator_raven]

It is, perhaps, not so much that Raven is looking.

But things are always happening, yes?

So.

That is possibly why he is sitting across from Desire, smoking his own cigarette.

"You have been busy of late, perhaps?"

[true_desire]

Desire eyes Raven a long moment, smirking and blowing a heart-shaped smoke 'ring' before answering. "Tch. Work, work, work, all the time, hm? I suppose I should be glad that I love my job."

"And yourself? What have you been up to?"

[creator_raven]

Raven wrinkles his nose, though not at the smoke.

"Also, perhaps, that it is not so much a job."

He grins, only a little crookedly.

"I have mostly been myself."

Likely Desire knows what that means.

Trouble.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee does rather strive to please.

Her hand is on Desire's shoulder, and she squeezes. "Hey." And the smile she gives Desire isn't anywhere near as bright as usual -- a little sad, a little rueful. Warm, though.

...possibly she is not seeing Desire.

Probably.

[true_desire]

Well.
Best not to leave the smallest doubt, then -- After the whole dàxiàng bàozhàshì de lādùzi the last time Kaylee mistook him for Simon, Desire's not entirely willing to let the sweet thing make the same mistake.

"Nĭ hăo, Kaylee Tam."

[gonna_live]

Confusion, just for a moment --

And then, slowly, she withdraws her hand and runs it through her hair. "Evenin'." Just rueful, now. "Sorry about that. How you been?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[once upon a time, Delia would have seen Roger. Roger in all his glory, before he died. Bearded and bright-eyed and...well.]

[maybe she still wants that Roger]

[maybe she's grown up enough not to]

[maybe when she sits down and smiles, she just sees Desire]

It's been a while.

[true_desire]

Desire is much like he was the last time they met, though perhaps not quite the same dandy dressed in the manner of the pretty Eldorne girl's court -- But he still has a smile and a bow for Delia, sliding free of his seat.

"Too long, I think. Could I convince you to honor me with a little visit at my most humble of tables?"

There's laughter in his golden eyes.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[a bright, lovely smile - trademarked, but no less real for it]

I think I might be able to spare some time out of my busy, busy schedule.

[balletrat]

*Considering Meg's current position is technically that of Desire's permanent entertainment, she doesn't feel at much particular risk.*

Salut, Papi!

[true_desire]

Desire smirks at his daughter over the champagne flute's rim.
If she gives the bottle at hand a close look, it will be a familiar vintage ... but that's only should Meg have the attention for it. Quelle dommage.

"Bon soir, petite. Ça va?"

[balletrat]

*Meg is still not exactly known for her powers of observation - though after all this time, you'd think she'd have learned better.*

Ca va bien, *she says, cheerfully enough.* Et toi? Je ne t'ai pas vu beaucoup -

[inquisitivehero]

A Henry McCoy is reading nearby, and stealing glances at the beautiful ...person.

His table is filled with rather large books on science and technology, mostly from other worlds and other times.

[true_desire]

And paying Desire attention rarely goes unnoticed: A pair of golden eyes flicker Henry's direction, watching him quietly through the smoke.

The object of his fleeting attention has the cheek to wink and blow a kiss at the next two stolen glances.

[inquisitivehero]

There is blushing, from this yet young man. Inexperienced, and not sure of himself, but emboldened by this place to look at her(?) more clearly now, more directly, even if doing so makes his heart seem to thunder.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan certainly wasn't looking. He felt that he had too much weird in his life as it was.

The pale figure smoking didn't entirely escape his notice. Briefly he thought he saw Heidi smiling, but then it shifted to an inviting Niki. Smirking knowingly at him.

What the?

[true_desire]

And noticing Desire doesn't often escape notice.
Not Heidi, not Niki's knowing smile deepens, legs crossing becomingly just out from beneath the table and chin tilting upward.

It might be an invitation.
It might also be a warning.

Only Nathan can tell for sure.


[OOC: Sadly, I have not yet had the chance to see Heroes: You on AIM, by any chance?]

[bringnewjokes]

Sam'd been doodling, before. Designs, all over her Spanish notes--which she'd specifically taken for Danny's benefit--of occult things, and just general drawings.

When she glanced toward Desire, it was out of a general feeling. When you fought ghosts for so long, you got a little feeling for someone watching you, even if they weren't.

She frowned, as the immediate image she got of Danny wavered. Jeans, spiky black hair, t-shirt. Normal.

But she'd seen him go home. He wouldn't be back this early.

And besides. She blinks, once or twice, and rubs at her eyes. "Uh."

[true_desire]

'Danny's' eyes shift Sam's way momentarily, and there's a spark of recognition: But, his eyes aren't their normal shade, but flickering gold.


[OOC: Alas, I'm sorry! Desire may know Sam, but I'm not familiar with canon. Help a 'mun out if you're on aim? :)]

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

Self control? What's that? Some things are just too potentially fun to ignore. Which is why there is a bunny on the back of a nearby chair, giving her the eye.

"Hey, too- fel- broa- gu- chi- you, got a smoke to spare?"

[true_desire]

Desire eyes the stuttering bunny, perhaps amused that said rabbit is having issues settling on a pronoun.

Coyly, "Maybe."

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

If she did not, totally and utterly, belong to Destruction...Suzi would be one of Desire's toys.

However, the mark of the Younger Brother is on her in so many ways that it is almost impossible to see her as anything else. Almost.

[true_desire]

Tch. As far as Desire's concerned, all of mankind (and then some) is a toy.
Desire has also never paid much mind to 'not your affair' in terms of the Endless, either.

Suzi earns herself a quiet glance of thoughtful scrutiny.


[OOC: Gah, doing this so much tonight -- I'm sorry, not familiar with your canon. Yet! Any chance you're on aim?]

[evryinchbut1.livejournal.com]

Valerie pauses on one of her rounds, at least partly out of curiosity.

"Can I get you anything?" A nod towards the glass. "A refill?"

[true_desire]

"Please," Desire answers, passing up the empty champagne flute. "That would be lovely, Valerie."