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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]

Like that, Desire lets Meg go, hands falling loosely to his sides.

"J'ai peur, petite."

[balletrat]

Pourqoi?

*Meg's voice is quiet.*

Pourquoi maintenant?

[true_desire]

"Pourquoi pas?"

Desire fumbles with a fresh cigarette for a moment, and then turns a melancholy, thoughtful look on Meg.

"You've never wanted to leave, before."

[balletrat]

- but I've been on all kinds of trips!

*This is, perhaps, not the wisest thing to say, but Meg is too startled again to think of anything else.*

To New York, and to Phantasmoraniagoria to see Amy's baby, and - all of them short. Just visits.

That's not - not wanting to leave, not really.

[true_desire]

There is the point that Desire could have followed her any of the other places, should her papi have chosen... But others' realms are trickier things.

Desire has no response for Meg: Not verbally.

Instead, Meg is pulled into a warm and disconcertingly demonstrative hug.

"Pourquoi me fais-tu toujours cela, petite?"

[balletrat]

*It is disconcerting - to Meg, especially, who has never been accustomed to parental demonstrativeness of any sort - but she hugs him back, tightly.*

Je serai prudent, *she repeats. It's really all she can think of to say.*

Je le promets.

[true_desire]

"Si non, tu es privé de sortie, petite. Pres'que ce je le dites différent."

Yes, Desire did just tell Meg that she's grounded if she doesn't keep that promise.

... How many millennia can an Endless hold a grudge?

[balletrat]

*Meg takes a step back, and tries not to look as if she's eyeing him warily.*

. . . prive de sortie de Milliways? Or from the Threshold?

[true_desire]

Desire offers Meg a tight smile.

"Tu ne veux pas découvrir, petite."

[balletrat]

*Meg looks back at him - and then gives a short nod, head held high.

He can do it, and she knows it. She made the bargain herself.*

Je ne vais pas.

Je ne casse pas mes promets.

[true_desire]

"Souviens-toi, petite," Desire reminds, unneccessarily. "Tu as promis."

And then Meg's papi is gone, the half-bottle of champagne and the scent of peaches the only proof Desire had been there at all.