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[bright_daughter]

Edward was seated in a booth, reading a book.
At least he seems to be reading a book.
Eyes moving. And page turning.




There's, also, a girl sitting in the other booth.
Well. On the air, on the top of the other booth's back.
As per usual, shuffling a deck of cards between her hands.



They might be talking. Or ignoring each other. It's rather hard to tell.
But they both do seem to end up glancing at each other now and then.






[Two for one. Feel free to tag both, or one. Just make a note or mention whichever other having wandered off so I know who you are tagging.]

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[starrydome]

Elrond has fetched himself a mug of spiced wine from the Bar and looks around for a place to seat. He spots the booth and walks over.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

Tall, regal, polite. Dressed in greys and white, with silver stars twinkling in his long, dark hair.


(ooc: slow as mud, hopes that is ok? As for whom - a vampire might be interesting.)

[themidnightson]

[Sounds perfect to me. I'm a Queen of Slowtimes. Also, highly amused as I just finished reading The Hobbit this morning, and I'm leafing my way through The Annotated Hobbit right now.]



Edward had been grateful when Star finally flitted off. There was still a strain there, in that. Her presence. Reminding him too much of the time in Rio. So there's that first. And then. Well. There's a little surprise for asking. People, instinctively give him (all of his kind) wide berth. But it's in a rather contained expression as Edward looked up from his reading.

Paused briefly, unshifted expression all the while, before he shook his head. Finding his manners. "No, it's fine."

[starrydome]

Elrond gets seated. "Thank you," he says.

It's not that he hasn't noticed that something is - strange - about the young Man. It's just that this is Milliways and one must accept a certain level of strangeness.

He takes a small sip of his wine, enjoying the fragrant steam wafting up from the mug.

As he sits there, he just might prove a little difficult to read. Not by design, just by nature.

[themidnightson]

The man himself is, different, as well. At least not in a painful way like some of the Gods and Higher Beings Edward has gotten very used to being around here, but still different. Not human. Or at least. Not human the way most people here, or back home, are.



Edward kept the hold on his book. Still up, still open, but he hadn't hidden behind it yet. "I don't believe we've met before."

[starrydome]

"I believe you are right," Elrond replies with a small smile. "My name is Elrond Halfelven and I am a relatively new guest here."

His eyes are bright and intense.

[themidnightson]

Right. So. First Viola.

And then Elrond.



Apparently, Milliways was throwing books at him now?

Edward's expression hadn't deviated in the milliseconds of internal reaction. He inclined his head, calmly, respectfully, but without any extra show to it, if rather simply taking in the details of the half-elf more carefully, specifically, now.

"Edward Cullen. How long have you been coming to Milliways now?"

[starrydome]

"In my own world it was Fall when I first arrived and the I was awoken by the first snow this morning. So not that long. As for how much time has passed here - " He shrugged.

"And you?"

He is older than he looks, if Elrond is to guess. There is something about his eyes.


(occ: bedtime for me)

[themidnightson]

[Sleep well! <3 Thank you for tagging.]


There really is. Something about his eyes, and his stillness. The life of Man in Edward is but an emulation at the best of times. And he's been through so much in the last half year. Edward's face shifted as he thought about the return of the question. Reflecting.

"By the time at home, it's been a year and three months. By Milliways time, here, it's been almost three now."

[starrydome]

"It is a strange thing," Elrond mused. "How one may grow and change on the inside and yet return to a home unchanged or changed very little."

At this time in his life, he enjoys it. Uses it even, as a way to stretch all the time he has left in the world he knows. Before it is time to depart.

[themidnightson]

"It affords much in its incredibly unorthodox means," Edward offered, rather evenly. Choosing to lower the book so the bottom of it rested on the table, still open, but down.

[starrydome]

He sees the gesture and takes it to mean that the aloof young Man (or something like, but not quite) isn't set strongly against company.

"Once you realize how to utilize it."

[themidnightson]

Edward nodded, "And respect it. Or at least acknowledge it for what it is, if respect itself cannot be given."

[starrydome]

"One should always respect powers outside of one's own control. Anything else would be foolish."

[themidnightson]

"You will find several people who don't concern themselves with what is sensible or foolish, because of what it simply can do." It's not so much him, even if he has had several reason for Milliways to have tested any respect he had for it, too.

[starrydome]

Elrond shrugs. "That seems to be the case quite often." He has, of course, a specific example fresh in mind. "Sometimes, it takes a longer perspective to see these things."

His guess is that the youngster in front of him is nowhere near as young as he looks. That would explain his words. Not that it would be the only possible explanation of course.

[themidnightson]

"Quite true."

Time, more than anything else, educated well.

[starrydome]

"Something that is often difficult to understand for the Men of my world," Elrond says, with the barest hint of a lifted eyebrow.

Not an outright question.

[themidnightson]

It really isn't, is it? But it's subtle. And so few people really are here. Subtle. Edward can't decide whether to raise his eyebrow, or have the edge of his mouth quirk very faintly.

"You may find that same patience will be needed with those who are young--" There's a faint flicker to drawing his mouth faintly crooked. "-er here."

[starrydome]

Elrond returns the flicker with an imperceptible nod and leans back a little.

He's not in a hurry to discover what exactly the young one, who isn't, in front of him is. In Milliways it still feels as if he has an eternity in front of him. As opposed to home, where things have sped up to an almost Mortal pace now.

[themidnightson]

Edward is faintly intrigued at least. Which is both easily lost and not common here. Well. Not common when you aren't Meg Ford. Except it is, a little at this second.


"Do you like it so far?"

[starrydome]

"This place? Yes, yes I do. I enjoy the variety." He smiles, a light in his eyes.

[themidnightson]

"I have to admit," Edward said with a casual slowness, that did not belie how very frequently Edward Cullen ever chose to truly admit much. Especially in this place. "It has grown on me."

[starrydome]

"I was likely predisposed to enjoy my stay here as my own home has always been open to travelers," Elrond mused.

[themidnightson]

"From the first?" As though to clarify.

[starrydome]

"Hmm, yes, although it wasn't the primary function to begin with. And as it was founded during a war, travelers were few and far between. It was a refuge mostly for my own kin at first and a place where my king's armies could rest."

[themidnightson]

"More of your-" he skips the word kind< but a faint pause maybe inclines toward a difference. "-people come here?"

[starrydome]

"So far I have met two," Elrond answers readily. "One of whom I know very well and one I know of."

[forgottenmotley]

"Hello!" the Fool says to Star, "What are you doing there?"

[bright_daughter]

Star brightened visibly, even as she stopped shuffling. Her hands and her cards fell into her very white skirts. "Watching," she said, cheerfully.




(And Edward Cullen, who was a vampire and did not have to move if he did not actually choose to, did not visible shift with the one word. Except, maybe, to people who are not quite people, a being doesn't have to actually shift irritably to be shifting irritably.)

[forgottenmotley]

"Are you watching the cards? Are you watching the..." He looks at Edward and contemplates. "I don't know what you are."

[bright_daughter]

"This is Edward. He's Carlisle's boy."

Who isn't deigning to look from his book.
Not to contradict a few different things there.



She turned over a card, showing it to her older brother.
The Ace of Pentacle. It fit so very well, didn't it.
Given all that had come and gone since Moon.

[forgottenmotley]

"Who's Carlisle?"

He looks at the card with a tilt of his head and then back at the clearly sullen Edward. Sulky, sulky boy. "Has he had a turn of good fortune?"

[bright_daughter]

Star studied The Fool for a long drawn second. All the cards know what has befallen the other cards. All the ripples especially that touched the council which dealt with Moon in the Path.


"Everyone's does eventually."


But then Death is cease of all burden, too.

ooc: edward

[4th-survived.livejournal.com]

A young woman in a richly embroildered gown is sitting by herself near the fire, thinkining into a cup of tea. Her thoughts a constant focus on the christmas and New Year's celebrations at the English court. It should have been a happy time, but she can't get the thought of the king and his ailments out of her mind. The new queen Katherine's troubles also worry her.

Re: ooc: edward

[themidnightson]

Worries seem to attract, don't they.



Even if he is rather used to the worries of those here.
But it does bear a glance when certain details connect.

Re: ooc: edward

[4th-survived.livejournal.com]

She can feel someone's eyes on her. One would've thought she'd gotten used to it by now: first the court were so many came to watch them eat, or attend an audience with the king, than with Milliways. Of course, with the former, she always found herself with the urge to look: always careful that someone may try to find something to critisize her on.

She looked up, not really seeing anything out of the ordinary (or as much as one would count the Bar as 'ordinary), when she caught the glimpse of a young man looking at her. Before she had a grasp of English, she had to learn how to read expressions to understand context of what they were saying. She couldn't really read this man's expression, but she could tell he was looking at her.

"Are you well?" She asked.

Re: ooc: edward

[themidnightson]

Edward is good at that, sadly. Far too good. A studied, schooled expression decades in the making. "Well enough." Which might be answer, or response more than answer. "Yourself?"

Re: ooc: edward

[4th-survived.livejournal.com]

One of the good things about the bar: strangers that had no connections back home. Otherwise, Anne would have been much more reserved as to who she was speaking to and about what.

"As you say, well enough." She answered.

Anne couldnt' help but notice how handsome he was, but then there were many handsome men at the court. The king liked to surround himself with such men, between them and Katherine's house hold-it was a dangerious combination.

"I'm only here to mull over things."

Re: ooc: edward

[themidnightson]

Edward doesn't take much notice to certain thoughts. They brush across faintly irritable, but quite normal to his daily life where it comes to humans, but he appears unruffled.

"It is a good place for it." And that much is unfaded truth.