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Scotch was not a bad place to start.
Marian was standing at the window, watching the universe end. Again and again and again. Her eyes haven't left it, but her mind isn't always there. She was still dressed in her Nightwatchman clothes, the disarray of only half layers she'd come in wearing.
Her thoughts are a jumble and she hasn't looked at many passing people, hand clenching the window sill like a life line. She might be thinking that the scotch has too much effect still or she might just be waiting for her fiancé to enter so she can repay his favor. You wouldn't know unless you got her attention.
Company is welcome. She won't bite. Much.
Marian was standing at the window, watching the universe end. Again and again and again. Her eyes haven't left it, but her mind isn't always there. She was still dressed in her Nightwatchman clothes, the disarray of only half layers she'd come in wearing.
Her thoughts are a jumble and she hasn't looked at many passing people, hand clenching the window sill like a life line. She might be thinking that the scotch has too much effect still or she might just be waiting for her fiancé to enter so she can repay his favor. You wouldn't know unless you got her attention.
Company is welcome. She won't bite. Much.