Melou isn't in the bar as much as he used to be as of late. Whether there's some big, cosmic reason for that, he really doesn't know. More importantly, he doesn't care
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As usual, Angela is not here when he arrives. It's the rhythm of their relationship that she usually arrives after he does. Why? Whim of the bar.
Her world right now is nothing but stress, stress, stress, which is why when she arrives, straightening out her skirt and cuddling a lively calico cat at the same time, she's rather glad of the break. And the fact that Melou is here is even better. She puts Anwen on the floor and sneaks up behind his chair to put her hands over his eyes.
He always recognizes her, almost immediately. "Boo."
She smiles then, and comes over to sit on the arm of the chair beside him. Anwen is big enough to put her front paws on his knee, sniffing. "How are you," she asks, leaning over to drop a kiss into his hair.
"Yeah, I did. Not happy with the way they reacted or anything like that, but..." She shrugs, as well, reaching down to pet her cat. "I'm making the best of things."
"Well, there was a lot of yelling, and it was a three-way fight. In the end, they still did what they wanted and I still wasn't happy. Again, making the best of things." She leans her cheek on his head.
She grins. "I guess not." She leans down to kiss him for real this time. "I'm really glad to see you."
She says that every time, and it's always true.
"And I'm glad the bar brought me in unexpectedly," she says, leaning over to scratch her cat's ears. It's not always such a pleasant surprise, but tonight it is.
"They should," she agrees. She smiles and brushes her fingers through his hair. His hair is damp.
"You've been here for a while," she observes. "Long enough to have been up to the room." She wants him to relax and be comfortable, goodness knows that he gets little enough of that right now.
"Nothing gets past you." He takes a long sip of scotch and scritches Anwen behind the ears. "I took advantage of not having to bathe in a river for once."
Angela snorts. "Yeah, I'm brilliant like that. At least the showers are warm."
She suddenly remembers that night (or was it morning) after she'd warned him about the attempt on his life--for her it was a long time ago--and his cold, damp skin against hers.
It had been nice feeling him warm with her touch. Especially after being so very worried.
Her world right now is nothing but stress, stress, stress, which is why when she arrives, straightening out her skirt and cuddling a lively calico cat at the same time, she's rather glad of the break. And the fact that Melou is here is even better. She puts Anwen on the floor and sneaks up behind his chair to put her hands over his eyes.
He always recognizes her, almost immediately. "Boo."
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They were her parents after all.
All three of them.
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"Well, aside from the tutoring, but there's no way I was going to fight my father on that." Or anything, really.
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She says that every time, and it's always true.
"And I'm glad the bar brought me in unexpectedly," she says, leaning over to scratch her cat's ears. It's not always such a pleasant surprise, but tonight it is.
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"You've been here for a while," she observes. "Long enough to have been up to the room." She wants him to relax and be comfortable, goodness knows that he gets little enough of that right now.
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She suddenly remembers that night (or was it morning) after she'd warned him about the attempt on his life--for her it was a long time ago--and his cold, damp skin against hers.
It had been nice feeling him warm with her touch. Especially after being so very worried.
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Granted, she's been busy, but...there hasn't been the same pull on her as usual.
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