A Visitor to the Threshold.

[true_desire]

[OOM: Owen asks to see where Desire lives, poor man.The skies are shades of molten gold: The clouds drifting above are the deep red of roses or blood, the ground beneath is black and bearing no signs of life or growth. It seems empty here, the barren, tri-color landscape stretches out to the horizon, and though it seems Desire and Owen are standing

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[sorryimatwat]

Owen's gun is drawn before the world's stopped moving, though he doesn't seem sure where to aim it.

"You could've warned me."

[true_desire]

It's true: Desire could have, and probably should have -- but this is much more fun, at least for Desire. A long time has passed since someone new stopped by to visit.

"Apologies," Desire says, motioning Owen to follow her. "I didn't think you'd need it, working for Torchwood."

[sorryimatwat]

"We're good, but we're not that good", he says, softening a little anyway and lowering the gun. "And the surprises Torchwood gets have a way of trying to bite your face off."

[true_desire]

"Best warn you there are some more surprises coming up then," Desire says conversationally, the stairs moving them toward the top (much like an escalator without the belt or other outward movement).

It's really likely that Owen's noticed the similarity between the statue and his hostess by now -- and if he imagines her a little Narcissistic?
Well, no surprise. Desire makes little secret of how much she loves herself. Or how often.