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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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[true_desire]

"I've been here and there, and been very busy, certainly -- but yes, I have." Desire settles into his chair, producing another champagne flute and quirking an eyebrow curiously at her: There's an invitation to the bottle he has on his table, but he's certainly not going to insist if she doesn't want any.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Delia is better then she has been, with alcohol, but even as her intake is normally directly proportional to her mood, she rarely says no.

today is not one of those rare days, so she nods and says]

If you would be so kind. And I am glad to hear it. It has been rather up and down, here.

[true_desire]

"Do tell."

Desire looks away to pour Delia's champagne, but she still has his undivided attention: Those gold eyes return to her direction while passing the filled flute across.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

I died, for one thing.

[died, killed herself, same thing at the heart of the matter.]