http://i-weep.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] i-weep.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-03-19 09:20 pm
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The door opens, and reality protests. She, it is a she, yes? Yes. Definitely feminine, for all that the eye does not wish to see her, she enters. She is not seen so much as experienced; her robes sound like cessation, her eyes are the color of suicide, her skin is the taste of peace. Tears leak constantly from her eyes.She moves like mortality made flesh as she enters the room. Her steps, like the flow of time, do not falter.
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[identity profile] b-hawkins.livejournal.com 2005-03-20 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
He gives her the most tiniest of smiles evah. Possibly because she's a far more celestial being than himself. And hell, why not?

[identity profile] b-hawkins.livejournal.com 2005-03-20 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
Hawkins rose and came over, producing a hanky with which she might dry her tears. It's clean, too, unlike the rest of him.

"What's wrong?" He eventually asked.

[identity profile] b-hawkins.livejournal.com 2005-03-20 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
Hawkins felt the tremors deep within his being, where God and other greater forces described not even remotely properly in the faintest Masonic and Gnostic lore. "What are you?" He eventually asked, in a tone that wasn't trying to be harsh but in a voice that indicated he was trying to make sense of what he saw.

[identity profile] b-hawkins.livejournal.com 2005-03-20 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
He stared at the tears for a long time, them up at her. Was he supposed to take her hands? He wasn't the best at riddles but multiple ESPs helped. A little.

[identity profile] b-hawkins.livejournal.com 2005-03-20 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
Was she some being embodying sadness or melancholy? Her hands felt... Surreal, almost frightening when he touched them. A cold emptiness like something that wasn't supposed to have a physical sensation.

[identity profile] b-hawkins.livejournal.com 2005-03-20 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
He does also, although a few moments after she had hers. "D'you cry 'cause you're sad?"

[identity profile] b-hawkins.livejournal.com 2005-03-20 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh." Hawkins doesn't cry anymore, but he can sympathise.

"About somethin'?"

[identity profile] b-hawkins.livejournal.com 2005-03-20 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay." Another tiny smile. "Need help?"

[identity profile] b-hawkins.livejournal.com 2005-03-20 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
He nodded and paused, letting silence loose again. "I'm Ben Hawkins." Ben offered his hand but he doesn't mind if she doesn't take it.

[identity profile] b-hawkins.livejournal.com 2005-03-20 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
He let his hand go to his sides. "I better get goin'- no point in botherin' you all day."

[identity profile] b-hawkins.livejournal.com 2005-03-20 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
With a slight pause, he went on his way. He gave her another glance before he dissapeared into the inevitable Milliways crowd.
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