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Epithumia ([personal profile] true_desire) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2007-01-24 08:19 pm

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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!]
gonna_live: (regarding things)

[personal profile] gonna_live 2007-01-25 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
Desire, maybe; Simon definitely. Seeing as he was the last one to do this for her.

-- if it's what she thinks it is, of course. But how couldn't it be? If it wasn't -- then Desire would tilt the plate toward her, or -- it wouldn't be right in front of her mouth. Waiting.

Mĕilì, Desire says, and Kaylee's had such a very rotten month or two and an even worse last couple of days, and she licks her lips, bites her lower lip, gives Desire an uncertain look --



But she does want it.

She leans forward, just enough. Sinks her teeth in slowly.

And she can't meet his eyes when she does it, but that works out. Hers are closed.

Champagne and strawberries. Yìqĭ shēn hūxī.
gonna_live: (you were looking for a tealight)

[personal profile] gonna_live 2007-01-25 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
She feels it before her eyes open, and her hand tightens, a little, under his.

A slight intake of breath.

Kaylee's eyes open, and her hand makes no move. Soft, and wondering (and maybe just a little knowing), "You do like to deal in what's intense, don't you."
gonna_live: ([Mrs. Tam] a string of pearls)

[personal profile] gonna_live 2007-01-25 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm all for that," she says, and lifts the flute, and it doesn't tickle this time at all. "Don't get me wrong. It's just -- " And a flash of a grin. "Not all that subtle, you know?"
gonna_live: (yep. i'm hot.)

[personal profile] gonna_live 2007-01-25 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
...you know what they say about curiosity and cats.

"...well what?"
gonna_live: ([Mrs. Tam] watchful)

[personal profile] gonna_live 2007-01-26 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Kaylee's expression is very interesting.

It shifts from surprise, to hesitancy, to something almost sheepish -- but it's never not a smile.

Very quiet (and not, if you might be listening for such things, entirely steady), she says, "That feels nice."
gonna_live: (i have never been one for prettiness)

[personal profile] gonna_live 2007-01-26 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Kaylee certainly isn't going to complain.

Her eyes are on their hands, watching; in the same tone, she asks, "How come your hands are so warm?"
gonna_live: (intent)

[personal profile] gonna_live 2007-01-27 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
She can't stop herself from taking a sudden, sharp breath. "No." Kaylee shakes her head. "Just -- wasn't expectin' that."
gonna_live: (you were looking for a tealight)

[personal profile] gonna_live 2007-01-28 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Kaylee doesn't necessarily expect kindness out of Desire. More like pleasure.

It makes Desire's laughter kind.

"Whatever number it is that most humans got for normal body temperature." Her eyes flick up to Desire's face; she's got a tiny smile.
gonna_live: (i have never been one for prettiness)

[personal profile] gonna_live 2007-01-28 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Her mouth opens slightly -- and then she bites her lower lip. A little uncertain, and a little unsteady: "So you're just tellin' me I'm pretty because that's what I think you think I want to hear?"
gonna_live: (the kaylee seal of approval)

[personal profile] gonna_live 2007-01-28 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
She relaxes visibly -- though not consciously -- and gives Desire a grin.

With warmth, of course.

"Good to hear," Kaylee says, also with warmth. "Kinda confidence-inspiring, you know?"

Something else that isn't consciously done: she turns her hand over, clasping one of his.

It's a friendly gesture.