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[creator_raven]

There is a quiet thump near the fireplace, and seconds later a tall, skinny man is making himself very comfortable on the couch.

He is barefoot.

Things are more comfy that way.

Also it does not take long for a waitrat to scamper by, leaving a plate of chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk in her wake.

Raven is, sadly, sometimes very predictable.

Until he isn't, of course.

It is a thing.

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[morelikeasponge.livejournal.com]

Is that Raven? It looks kind of like Raven when she -- when he was a guy.

Peter's trying to study his face without being too obvious.

[creator_raven]

Raven flutters his eyelashes at Peter.

Because he can.

[morelikeasponge.livejournal.com]

Definitely Raven.

"Hi, Raven," says Peter, still lurking by the arm of the couch. "Do you look like this a lot?"

[creator_raven]

Raven only looks a little shifty.

"It is not so easy to be certain, perhaps."

This is not a 'yes'.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There is now a bird on his shoulder.

It is not the Bluebird of Happiness.

If anything, it is the Eurasian Jay of Deep Sarcasm.

...

We're pretty sure they're not related.

[creator_raven]

Raven could make her blue!

If she wanted.

As it is, his shoulder sags under the sudden incredible weight of his sister, and he wrinkles his nose.

"I am, I think, not so fond of bird shit on my coat, yes?"

This is a warning, Ace.

Consequences will be dire.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace pecks his ear irritably. Clearly, he was just asking for a thick one.

Bird shit indeed. He should talk, he's full of it.

[creator_raven]

Mostly Raven is hollow.

It is a thing.

And the peck does not make him yelp.

Not at all.

He does jerk his shoulder sharply sideways, however.

Take that Eurasian Jay of Deep Sarcasm and Endless Shit.

[pwyll_twiceborn]

Kim and Dave have just left.


If Paul were a different kind of person, this is when the finality of his decision would be starting to sink in on him. Since Paul is Paul, he's already made sure to remind himself of that finality; all the same, it's somewhat reassuring to walk through the door into Milliways. Almost like a promise: the connection is still there.

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks at Paul, body gone still for a moment.

Then he grins, wide and bright, and opens his arms to--


Well, to ruffle Paul's hair of course.

Stealthily.

No, really.

[pwyll_twiceborn]

Old habits die hard. And they did, after all, just come out of a war.

Paul swings around, ducking away, tense and wary - but stops when he sees who it is, his face relaxing into what might be a smile.

"I should have known it was you."

[creator_raven]

"Possibly."

Raven is still grinning.

"But you are young, yet. So."

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

There's a nymph draping herself over the back of his couch and grinning with a barely contained sort of giddiness.

There would be bouncing.

That is, if her feet were touching the floor there would be bouncing.

[creator_raven]

Raven leans back, not so coincidentally looking up her nose.

Oops.

He beams at her anyway.

"Things go well, then?"

He is hopeful!

Also he is tugging on her hair.

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

Her hand flutters over her mouth for a moment and a giggle squeaks out between her fingers. It's an out-loud, really kind of pleased giggle - which is what giggles should be, really, all things considered.

"Very good."

That's out loud too. She's pretty fond of it.

Her arms wrap around his neck, chin resting on his shoulder.

"You are well too?"

[creator_raven]

Raven leans back into her.

Well, he would, if the sofa back were not in the way.

Silly sofa.

"I am not bored, I think. It is interesting."

His grin brightens, and he tugs at her hair again.

"Also you are talking. It is not so bad a sound, yes?"

[blue_ajah]

The particularly deep shade of blue that she is wearing tonight makes it almost easy for her to slip past people unnoticed.

Raven, however, is not like most people. Moiraine is well aware of that, even as she pauses nearby, watching him.

[creator_raven]

Raven looks back, head tilting.

Possibly he is waiting for something.

Possibly his fingers are toying with the threads on his ragged coatsleeve.

Possibly Moiraine is now wearing very comfortable blue leopard-print bunny slippers.

They are pretty!

Also fuzzy.

It is nice.

[blue_ajah]

She notices, of course, as her footwear changes -- how could she not?

"Raven."

Moiraine is glaring at him in some exasperation.

[creator_raven]

Raven beams back.

"They are, I think, better for walking."

Beat.

"Indoors."

Beat.

"Also it is a gift?"

He is not shifty at all!

[ahogarse.livejournal.com]

SURPRISE!!!!


Waiting for him at the bar is a picture. A masterpiece of crayon, with every colour in the box Santi had, done on crisp white paper.

On it, is a picture of being underwater. There is a squid and seaweed and fishies and treasure and someone's glasses and rocks and clams and a mermaid and Santi, who's waving.

From Santi to Raven reads the crayon print along the bottom, neatly and proudly.

[creator_raven]

Raven is fond of presents.

This one, once he gets it, will be hung up very carefully in his room upstairs, on the wall across from the dresser.

Surely sparkly chibi-Nyarlathotep will enjoy the view.

Raven will, too.

[md_donighal]

Some people's senses are, at times, better than those of humans. This, too, is a thing.

The red-haired man in the gray suit catches a faint odor of blood and clay. After a moment of concentration, he realizes it is coming from the skinny man.

He approaches the other, warily at first. The blood, after all, could be anyone's, perhaps.

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks, once, head tilting over the arm of the couch.

He grins.

"You are, perhaps, for wanting cookies?"

[md_donighal]

Something both dis- and al-arming about that grin, but the man in the gray suit decides to give a friendly answer to a friendly question. "I wouldn't say no to them, but they're not why I came here." He grins a grin of his own. "If I'd known they were on offer, I suspect I'd have approached more openly."