Sarah at the window

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah was back, and judging by the fact that her pants were made of leather and held on by suction (apparently) and the fact that her top was made of little more than a couple of glittery scarves held together with ribbon and hope, and also the fact that her hair was held up with an impressive array of clips and barrettes -a wonder they didn't add another five pounds alone- it could be surmised that she'd been planning on going somewhere else and had ended up here.

But the observation window as well as the plate of warm chocolate chip cookies, glass of ice cold milk and the copy of The Language of Birds that she'd gotten from Bar, were enough to make up for any crimp in her plans.

Company couldn't hurt either.

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[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She arched a brow slightly at that, another faint smile tugging one corner of her mouth, "Don't hear it doing much of anything."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"try it. the color is pleasent, the scent is enticing, the taste is pleasing, the feel of it in your tongue is soothing..."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She lifted the glass closest to her, eyeing it a moment more before taking a small sip with the faintest little slurp. She'd done this before apparently. She smiled, settling back more comfortably in her chair as she swallowed, "Very nice."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"and after three glasss, you start hearing music." He smiles.

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She laughed softly, shaking her head, "Getting me liquored up isn't going to help your case any. You're sweet though." Coming from anyone else it would've been harsh-edged and mocking, Sarah however, meant it.

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"my case, is keeping you in good spirits. not trying for anything else."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Another slight smile, and another small sip of the wine, "Well, one should be more than enough to acheive that."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"try two. thre glasses is for the initiated."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Another slight smile, seeming far more at ease now than she had even at the start of the conversation, "We'll see what happens after one."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"so, we shall see..." He nods...

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She nodded, another small sip before reciting softly: I shall die, but
that is all that I shall do for Death.
I hear him leading his horse out of the stall;
I hear the clatter on the barn-floor.
He is in haste; he has business in Cuba,
business in the Balkans, many calls to make this morning.
But I will not hold the bridle
while he clinches the girth.
And he may mount by himself:
I will not give him a leg up. "

A pause then adding, "Edna Saint Vincent Mallay, not sure what made me think of it."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"something, a shadow of a memory, perhaps?"

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She shrugged, "Probably." A smile then, "This place does that. Should've seen me when I got home yesterday, remembered things from... well, a long time ago. And a lot of them."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"it seems to be a nexus... a centerpoint and termination to many things." He nods.

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She nodded slowly, still relaxed back comfortably in her seat, "I've noticed that." And another slight smile, "Wound up here twice in as many days."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

He sips the wine, one of the rare pleasures he allows himself. "I am probably here to stay..." He glances out the window.

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She tilted her head, studying him a moment more, "Is that such a bad thing? Seems like a nice enough place to me."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it is a nice place. but will require a fresh start. and maybe I am getting a bit too weary for that."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She nodded slowly, sipping her own wine again, "I can understand that at least." She shrugged, "It's worth trying though, just to see if it works, isn't it?"

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"and its not like I have much option anyway." He grins. "I am not the kind of person to sit down and wilt. I have to act. so..."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She grinned outright at that, lifting her glass in a mock toast, "No point in sitting around and wilting either. Just gets in the way."

(and now I return to work, should be home later on this evening however.)

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"to action, and perseverance, then." He raises glass in a toast.

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She smiled more broadly then, nodding once before taking a sip of her wine once more, only half-finished with it at that point, "Exactly."