http://shall-go-free.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] shall-go-free.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-12-20 07:36 pm
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In the bar, an angel is moving.

He might have been sitting, still as a statue and pale as one, in the corner.

Or he might have come in by the door.

Xas has learned to blend, after so long a time wingless.

He stops by the bar, laying one hand on the surface lightly, almost wonderingly. And then he orders a glass of wine, white, and tasting delicately of fruit.

And then he finds an empty booth and sits, sipping his drink lazily and watching the people go by.

Xas has made quite a study of them, over the years, after all. Humans, that is. Possibly it's time for him to broaden his horizons.

[identity profile] samael-diablo.livejournal.com 2005-12-21 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
There's a very short - smoothly covered - moment of hesitation before Lucifer walks over and slides into the booth, setting his coffee down.

"You found it again, I see. Or did you never leave?"

[identity profile] samael-diablo.livejournal.com 2005-12-21 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Open in what way?"

Relaxed, this time. Oh so casual. If you looked very, very closely you'd see to what extent the casualness is forced, but not many could see that far.

[identity profile] samael-diablo.livejournal.com 2005-12-21 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Certainty in destruction?"

Lucifer smiles a little and looks at the window.

"Most here have become immune to it. All will end. Not the kind of damning fatalism that one wants to keep close."

[identity profile] samael-diablo.livejournal.com 2005-12-21 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"You're right. But denial is a wonderful human trait."

Solely human? Of course not.

"Theory?" he asks patiently, prepared for this conversation to be little more than a game of question-and-answer. Unavoidable, considering everything.

[identity profile] samael-diablo.livejournal.com 2005-12-21 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Lucifer puts down the cup, holding Xas' gaze.

Almost half a minute goes by.

"Because the current one is such a success," he says finally. His voice is like the wine he sometimes drinks; smooth, with bitterness dancing on the edge of the tongue. Xas would know the taste.

[identity profile] timsbooks.livejournal.com 2005-12-21 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Good evening"

From the guy in black with Tea.

[identity profile] timsbooks.livejournal.com 2005-12-21 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
"New here?"

A curious boy, our Tim.

[identity profile] timsbooks.livejournal.com 2005-12-21 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Tim."

And Tim shakes said hand.

"You're one of the Host?"

[identity profile] timsbooks.livejournal.com 2005-12-21 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"As in Heavenly."

But there's a grin.

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[identity profile] buriedmybrother.livejournal.com 2005-12-21 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Antigone, who is well-accustomed to watching people go by, smiles faintly at him as she passes.

Call it fellow-feeling.

[identity profile] buriedmybrother.livejournal.com 2005-12-21 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
She halts, a puzzled frown on her face.

Odd sort of request.

"All right," she says after a moment, slowly taking a seat opposite him.

[identity profile] buriedmybrother.livejournal.com 2005-12-21 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
That seems to explain some things to her.

"I've been here for some time," she replies quietly.

"What have they told you?"

[identity profile] buriedmybrother.livejournal.com 2005-12-21 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Funny way to put it," she says wryly, glancing where his eyes don't go.

It sort of ... stops her, sometimes, that view. Only when she pays attention, as she does now, but still ...

"It's the end."