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fallen_april

Fallen too far from grace [No Game Affiliation]

Oct 21, 2007 23:34

((ooc: So, this is for some non-game-related fun. Sort of a Milliways AU, if you will. YAY!))April is, we'll say for sake of argument, curled up on one of the numerous couches ( Read more... )

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viridian_hue October 22 2007, 03:56:06 UTC

Isaac knows dull aches. He feels thinks like phantom pains, sometimes. He assumes they're phantom because really, he doesn't actually have a body, just this, whatever this is, and nothing really comes to him. If the afterlife is a bar, he's not sure if the Almighty has a sense of humour or what. Not that he really did anything to justify Heaven, and he didn't think he earned Hell, either. So this is Purgatory. Or Limbo. Or something. It doesn't really matter, anyway.

So seeing her, it's a bright spot in what feels like grey, endless half-tones of grey. A burst of tropical color, something like hope. He likes hope, when he can remember when it's like.

"Hey, chiquita," he says, hesitating by the arm of the couch, his hand hovering over it, an unspoken question, waiting for an invitation. He knows how to be polite, when he wants to be. "Long time, all that stuff."

fallen_april October 22 2007, 04:02:05 UTC

April almost squeaks at his voice - she'd forgotten there were other people in the world, for a moment. It happens sometimes, when she's creating. She looks up, and... well. She's not sure if she's glad to see him or not.

"Issac," she says, a little uncertainly. "Hey. It... how long's it been?" It hasn't been very long for her. A couple of weeks, maybe. She's not even sure anymore.

viridian_hue October 22 2007, 04:06:07 UTC

He shrugs, pushing his hair back from his face. "I dunno. A while, I guess. Kinda suck at keeping track of time. I forget to wind clocks and replace batteries," he explains, but he smiles at her anyway. Then he peers down at her work. "Your shading's always good. Better'n mine."

fallen_april October 22 2007, 04:12:09 UTC

She blushes and hugs the sketchbook to her chest so he can't see it, not remembering that she'll get charcoal and graphite all over her shirt. "It's nothing important," she says quickly. "Just sketching aimlessly."

She pauses. "So... how've you been?"

That's the polite thing to ask, right?

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