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[scion-of-amber.livejournal.com]

And on this day the door opens and a princess walks through. Fairly normal even, for Milliways, but this princess is short, delicate and although red hair might be common, normally it's not quite so...

Crackling.

Fi's hair is the same colour of fire anyway, but today she hasn't tied it back and in any case is...annoyed. Yes, that's a good word for it.

So when she walks in, she takes a moment to pause and scan the bar for any relations that might be here.

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Dworkin. Reading.

He hasn't had the presence of mind to read for pleasure in years and years.

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That...stops her.

Crippling migraine, yes, crippling-if-I-had-a-gun-I'd-shoot-my-head-off migraine where if she could have moved she would have done something rash but she couldn't, and...

Well.

She hovers.

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Dworkin smiles at her.

Present, like he hasn't been since she was knee high and he held her on his lap and called her Dearie.

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And despite everything, that gets a smile.

"Hey," she says, softly.

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"How are you, Fiona?"

Clear of mind, clear of voice.

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"I'm...okay."

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"Is there anything I can do?"

He's sorry he upset things.

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"A little warning if you do anything again, but...don't worry about it, Grandpapa."

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"It was a brief window of opportunity."

But he's not sorry.

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"Then don't worry about it," she says, simply, giving him a hug.

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"You're a dear."

He returns it.

"I feel nearly alive again."

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"Good," and she means it. She really does. Yes, it hurt, good lord it hurt, but if he's feeling better for it, then she'd do it again.

(of course, should anyone get the wrong impression, this is only because she loves him. Most other people could happily jump of a cliff as far as she is concerned)

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Well, you know, Amberites.

"It caused something of a splash, I've heard."

[song_tra_bong]

Relation? Not exactly.

Kin? Maybe.

Friend? Certainly.

"Long time, no see, princess." Cranky Fi or not, Mary Anne's still glad to see her. It's been too long.

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"Mary Anne. I don't suppose you had a splitting headache recently, did you?"

She'll be happy to see her in a second.

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She blinks.

"Yeah, actually. Woke up with a nosebleed. I thought it was...You telling me you had one too?"

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"Yes."

[song_tra_bong]

Well, that puts a whole new spin on things.

"Do we know what the fuck it was?"

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"I'm working on it."

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She nods.

"Keep me posted."

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"I will." She smiles, faintly, and takes a seat.

"Aside from that, how are you?"

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"Not bad," she says.

"Killed some zombies, pissed off Satan, had a birthday. Things even out."

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"Satan? He still around?"

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She smiles wryly.

"Afraid so."

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"I found his company quite enjoyable, actually."