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[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone steps in from outdoors, finally wearing shoes. She'd sat on the grass for as long as the gray light lasted, and it's well past dark now. Tonight, she skips the tea and heads straight for the fire, dropping down into the armchair nearest to the warmth.

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[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

"Will my enemies come here?"

[nita_callahan]

"Some friends of mine have had enemies come here." She shrugs. "But it's a relatively safe place."

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone thinks of Serpentine's cold, cold eyes and Coyote's hot, smoky breath.

"Safe."

[nita_callahan]

And Nita, in turn, thinks of Angie and Oberon and a body with a hole through the forehead.

She sighs a little. "Well, for a given value of 'safe.'"

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone rolls her eyes.

[nita_callahan]

Nita shrugs, and tries to think of a graceful subject change.

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

"I think I might prefer it, anyway."

[nita_callahan]

"The bar, you mean?"

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

"Not being safe," she replies, starting to smile faintly. "It makes everything mean more."

[nita_callahan]

She raises her eyebrows.

"I guess it kind of does. Some of the time, anyway."

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

"When you have to earn every minute ... fight for it."