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[lethe_forgets]

Sometimes it takes a while to wrap your mind around something. Other times you take a while to hide from something. But not too terribly long this time - she's braver now, you see. By no means brave, but really really trying

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[dragonofgrey]

Draco's never been called brave either. He's the first to admit that he won't stick his neck out.

What do you know? There are a pair of grey eyes looking right now.

[lethe_forgets]

The sticking out of necks sometimes has a terrible lot to do with being foolish. Lethe has always been rather completely foolish.

It takes her a bit longer then usual to notice (makes you shiver, too many eyes) for her eyes to blink open curiously, catch on the stare and to hold up a set of fingers in a careful wave.

[dragonofgrey]

He's cunning, and yet a fool about some other things. But not that.

Draco then nodded back in return, "Evening."

[lethe_forgets]

Her lips quirk into a smile and she opens her mouth (forgetting, nothing but empty air) - closes it again with a slight huff of air.

She bites down on her lower lip, shrugging apologetically.

Don't say a word.

[creator_raven]

Raven drops into a seat beside her, head tilted.

"There are, perhaps, more comfortable places to nap, yes?"

Places with less awkward neck angles, certainly.

[lethe_forgets]

Lethe jumps slightly - eyes wide - before letting out a relieved sigh.

She shrugs sheepishly.

Automatically shifting closer, tucking her legs under her and fingers curling around his arm.

[creator_raven]

Raven's own eyes narrow a little, and he blinks, patting the hand on his arm.

"So it is not sleeping you are doing, then?"

[lethe_forgets]

She shakes her head, curls messy in her eyes and nose wrinkled on one side.

No. Not exactly napping.

A thoughtful pause (no words, little nymph) and she leans back slightly, presses a finger over her lips.

[kurosakiboy]

He catches sight of her on his second or third look around the bar, a face he recognizes sticking out in the crowd. Making his way over, hands in his pockets, Ichigo struggles for a name, and ends up empty handed by the time he gets to her.

"Hey." He greets simply, head tilted a little to the side. "What's up? By yourself?"

[lethe_forgets]

Her eyes open (one, two) and her lips curve into an easy smile, shoulders relaxing and hand over her heart splaying slightly - someone she knows.

A slow blink and she shrugs, head tilting in return.

[kurosakiboy]

"Is that a...yes?" He glances around, but nobody seems to be with her, so he takes it as that. The way her hand rests over her heart strikes him as odd, but he doesn't think too much on it. Probably nothing.

"I...can't remember your name, sorry. What was it again?"

He's always doing this, so he's not too ashamed.

[lethe_forgets]

She nods quickly, cheeks flushing apologetically and one hand reaching over to pat the place next to her in invitation.

Just because you are distressed doesn't mean you should forget your manners, Lethe.

She smiles, lips parting wordlessly before she takes a moment to look incredibly exasperated with herself. The fingers over her heart shift, press against the base of her throat, and then flutter noiselessly.

[lethe_forgets]

The words barely register and she doesn't even think of (echoes, silence) herself, just of (blood on his fingers) how she hadn't known what happened next, how she watched the door close and couldn't breathe and she didn't have any answers.

Worried, frantic fingers skitter along the edges of him (down his side - did they fix you, said they would fix you - eyelids, cheekbones, heartbeat) then still - a heartbeat - there, safe.

Where A the heart is beat.

A shudder - she breathes again.

[lethe_forgets]

At the sound of his voice she startles, scrambles back, eyes wide and blue - fingers quickly (apologetically) withdrawing.

She flinches automatically (not yours, don't touch) in preparation for him to move away, to disappear again - nails cutting red crescents into her palms and eyes shut tight, chin tucked to her chest.

Shakes her head - not your fault, never your fault.

(Please please do not leave me alone.)

It's okay, it's fine and he doesn't have to stay. He doesn't want to stay and she will not (would never) make him - no sweet words to sway you, no steps to set your way.