your ex-lover is dead (or not)

[northseaflotsam]

Normally he doesn't have these problems. The past is past; he only dwells on it when he's alone. He gets by from day to day like anyone else, being like anyone else -- he's built up so many personae over time that it's easy by now

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[rhyfelgri]

Enfys is a problem, usually for other people and always for herself; that's a terrible way to think about it but she thinks it's true, and there's no accounting for crazy.

She looks at once at home and out of place in bars; she never drinks, quietly hates alcohol, but there's something about her that settles in at home anyway - like a cat that owns whatever it walks over. In the nexus, of course, bartenders are so often optional and so are rules, generally, so she boosts herself up onto the bartop itself and hangs over, looking for orange juice.

Sup, Mordred. Expect to be pestered out of sheer boredom any minute now.

[northseaflotsam]

He's tucked into a booth, himself, because barstools are annoyingly high and he prefers to avoid the cracks when possible. He does, however, watch the Enfyscrobatics with mild appreciation.

[rhyfelgri]

Really, she's kind of impressive, the way she's slunk sideways and hooked her knee to keep from slipping and falling, maintaining almost perfect balance with hands and twisting.

Give her a second and she might even - there we are. One bottle of orange juice acquired and she rolls herself back up to sit perched, legs crossed.

"'Lo," she says, over the top of it, wiggling her fingers. The woman does like to have an audience.

[northseaflotsam]

He grins. "Hello yourself. Having fun yet?"