Sometime Between Then And Now

[dream_departed]

:: The tea on the has long grown cold. She has been sitting not-drinking since Raziel and Sariel left, waiting for Ginta to wake up. ::

((THNMY!))

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[x_ginta_x]

Eventually he does wake. He half walks, half stumbles into the room while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His nose twitches absently, scenting the room before he comments.

"Had some visitors lately?"

[dream_departed]

"Some." She puts down her tea cup. She gets up slowly, almost drunkenly. "Would you sit down? I'll make you some tea."

She turns to make tea. And so she doesn't have to look at him while she tries to figure out how exactly to tell him she doesn't have a soul.

[x_ginta_x]

"Um... sure." There seems to be something slightly off about the way she's moving. He decides it would be better to hear what she says and see what she does before commenting on it.

[dream_departed]

She takes a deep breath. Making tea is automatic. Nothing she needs to think about. Which is lucky, because there is not much thinking going on at the moment.

She knows she is coward for not turning around.

“Two of the friends that came by are demons. They noticed I’d changed right away.” Coward, she accuses herself.