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[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is sitting in a chair with tea, but it's not by the fireplace. Tonight, she's near the observation window, staring at the exploding stars. Good, wholesome, mindless entertainment. Bother at will.

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[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

She's being watched by her future, not!mother-in-law.

[cywyllog]

She's noticed, and gives the girl a slight smile.

"Good evening, Lady Morgan."

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

A little smile back.

"Good evening."

[cywyllog]

She glances at Morgan's belly, and then turns back to the window.

"You are well, I hope? Not too uncomfortable?"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"Trouble sleeping, but that is nothing new." A pause, and she tucks her hair behind her ear.

"Yourself?"

[cywyllog]

She nods, remembering it was difficult for her as well at the time.

"I am fine, thank you."

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Her fingers twist.

"Um. Okay." A quick little breath.

[cywyllog]

She glances over again.

"Is something wrong?"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"No, I just...I don't know what to think of you. It confuses me."

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

Cypher, at the bar, stares at Cywyllog.

There's a lot of staring going on.

[cywyllog]

There is, and again, she notices.

Hw, however, gets a small smile and a wave.

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

He smiles a little, and waves back. It's not a particularly cheerful smile.

[cywyllog]

No matter. She uncurls herself from the chair and joins him at the bar, getting a refill on her tea while she's there.

"You have been scarce lately."

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

Is he surprised she noticed? Oh yes. He lets out a dubious little chuckle.

"Huh. I didn't think anyone noticed. Thought you could die in this place and they'd never find your body."

[cywyllog]

"I did, but I suppose I think the same way." Certainly, she thinks no one would ever miss her.

"Was the absence good, bad or something you wish not to talk about?"

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

There's a long pause. He suddenly wishes he was smoking. Fills pauses nicely.

"...I didn't leave, if that's what you're askin'." Another pause.

"I don't remember a lot of it."

[cywyllog]

"It does not really matter where you were, for the purposes of the conversation." She shrugs, and assumes option c.

"You seem in a better mood than when we last spoke, at least."

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm is nearby, with coffee not tea, but hopefully that's not a deal-breaker to conversation.

"Hello, Lady Cywyllog, how are you?"

[cywyllog]

"Hello Malcolm." She smiles up at him. "Well enough, I suppose. And yourself? I have not seen you in some time."

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

"I know. Bar seems to be having fun with my time again. It's good to see you."

Malcolm can't help but notice she's not there with her children. He doesn't ask, but he guesses she's still Bound. But maybe there are other things to talk about.

"Have I missed anything exciting?"

[cywyllog]

She can't quite remember exactly when they last spoke. Still, there is little excitement in her life here.

"Just this, really." She gestures to the chair and the teacup, a little apologetically.

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

"Well ... simple pleasures. There's something to be said for those sometimes."

Malcolm watches a nebula go smoosh. "Is it just me or does it seem different every time? You'd think one universe ending would be the same as any other."

[cywyllog]

"It can get a little tedious." Oh, but whether she is referring to the simple pleasures in life or the smooshing universe is Malcolm's guess.

"Has Montparnasse ever spoken to you of me?"

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

So much for casual conversation... :)

"He hasn't said anything specifically." (A bit of a white lie there.) "Parnasse isn't exactly the kind to share his opinions."

"But he seems to care about you."

Malcolm says that last part like he can hardly believe he believes it. But he does. Mostly. Sort of.

[cywyllog]

"I know he does." It simple, matter-of-fact. "You two do not get along then?"