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[fairandcold]

Now comes a woman clad in white from one of the mansion’s many side corridors. She is tall and fair, gold of hair and pale of face, and her left arm is bound in a linen sling. There is in her something cold that is too proud to be called sad. Her steps slow, and she stops and looks around her

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[emocaliban]

...

Caliban really thought he'd get over the whole 'omg fictional character' thing fairly soon, after meeting, you know, Miranda. But this is something else entirely, because even if he only sort of recognizes her, something about the mode of speaking and with Niko talking about all the crazy Silmarillion people running around. "Holy fuck," He says, descriptively, staring at someone who was definitely fictional last time he checked.

[fairandcold]

She returns the stare evenly. 'My lord?'

[emocaliban]

He blinks when she talks. And then tries to collect himself, a little. What would Niko do in this situation? He has no idea. Gaaaah.

"...um. You're - Eowyn, right?"

[fairandcold]

She nods.

[emocaliban]

"Yeah - I'm...Caliban. Leandros. Um." He chews on his lip, still not quite able to keep from staring. And you're supposed to be fictional. "Um. Welcome. I guess."

[fairandcold]

'I thank you. You need not fear me,' she adds, hesitating almost to say it for she can hardly believe that it could be so, yet she knows no other way to account his behavior.

[emocaliban]

That gets a laugh out of him, even if it is brief and not really that amused. "Oh. Fuck no, I'm not scared of you. Just that-" He shuts his mouth and shakes his head. "Holy fuck. Never going to get used to this place."

[fairandcold]

'Then why do you stare?'

[emocaliban]

"Why do I -" He colors. "You're - ever hear of a guy called J.R.R. Tolkien?"

[fairandcold]

'A strange name. I know it not.'

[emocaliban]

He stares at her a bit more. And then laughs again. "...God. Well. That's why."

[fairandcold]

'He is a man of importance?'

[emocaliban]

He's the man who wrote your book, you crazy fictional lady. He doesn't say that.

"You could say that, yeah."

[fairandcold]

'I know him not.'

[emocaliban]

"Yeah," he said, flopping into a chair. "I guess you wouldn't."

[fairandcold]

'Is he some kin of yours?'