One Last Chance at Ishamael

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A pretty young man with long blonde hair is sitting at a table. You've probably never seen eyes so blue. He has a beautiful smile as well. He is also wearing the world's most hideous yellow coat.

He's just sitting there at the table drinking ice water.

The face of Evil is pretty.

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[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting at a nearby table. He vaguely remembers the man. Actually, what he remembers is the coat. But he's far too polite to comment on it.

In fact, at the moment, he doesn't say anything. He just watches the man for a moment, then looks back down to his tea again.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

The man turns his brilliant blue eyes to Behrooz. His voice is kind and pleasant.

"May I help you?"

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz looks up again. He looks a little sheepish.

"No, I just... remembered I met you," he says as the excuse for staring.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

He smiled.

"I remember you as well."

[kayip.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." Pause. "Have you... settled in since then?" he asks. Politely.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

He nods. Brilliant blue eyes watch Behrooz carefully.

"Yes, I have."

[kayip.livejournal.com]

The man's eyes make Behrooz feel uncomfortable. But he doesn't show this.

"Oh." Pause again. "That's... good, then."

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A tilt of the head.

"Something the matter?"

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Though he does look visibly tired, Behrooz looks up as though confused, and says, "No. Why?"

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

The face of Evil may feel the thin, discordant presence of another like and not-like him across the table.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A small smile. Those brilliant blue eyes shine slightly.

"May I help you, my lord?"

His mellifluous voice has a slight unplaceable accent that may be reminiscent of one Flagg has heard before.

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

A slow smile splits out of thin air and lengthens comedically and slits for eyes follow soon after.

"Just passin' through and though y'all could use a little company."

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

He grinned, and gestured gracefully.

"Take a seat, have a drink. My treat."

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

"Don't mind if I do, partner."

The vague outline of a man sits and swings his booted feet up onto the table in quick, graceful movements.

Clonk, Clonk.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

He grinned.

"What can I get you to drink?"

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

"Whiskey, neat."
.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

The whiskey appears and it floats over near Flagg.

His blue eyes shine slightly.

[nita_callahan]

The coat gets a double-take.

So does the person. He gives her deja-vu.

But, not being able to place the face, she simply takes a seat nearby and pulls out her Poetry book.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

He sauntered casually over. A quiet confidence in his swagger. His voice has a touch of an accent to it. His eyes are so very blue when his face lights up as he smiles.

"Excuse me, milady. I was simply overcome with curiosity."

A grin.

"May I ask what you're reading?"

[nita_callahan]

She looks up, gives him a polite smile. "Oh -- just some poetry."

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

His eyes glow for a brief moment. A simple weave in her mind.

"Sorry to bother you, milady."

[nita_callahan]

"Oh, no, that's okay--"

She blushes a little. He's pretty cute. He's also way too old for her.

Gesturing at the empty chair -- "Want to join me?"

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

He smiled slightly. With a rather graceful, if abstract motion of his left hand, he sat down. It was a rather delicate and graceful way to sit.

"Of course, my lady."

[nita_callahan]

Again, there's a sense of deja-vu, and she shakes her head a little to clear it.

"Are you new? I don't think I've seen you around here before."

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

His face lights up from the smile.

"Yes, I am milady."

A pause.

"It's always pleasure meeting new people."