It doesn't look like the bar in Nibelheim. The lights are dim, but the diffused golden glow ebbs against her warm hazel eyes, reflecting from polished mahogany table tops. They are frequently used, wiped down, worn and care for, unlike the others. Lashes half-lidded from sleep and squinting, the woman only imagines how a child might appear, waking
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"Hello?"
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"Hello." Lucrecia replied pleasantly. "What are you reading?"
The question of curiosity comes before her courtesy, introduction-wise. It's not as if the after life changed her, but it was as innocent a question as a name.
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"Boxers...Boxing? It's a sport isn't it?" She's never played or watched any of them, really. "Do you know how to box?"
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Nothing matches the wire-framed glasses she's wearing.
Also, tumbled through that amazing hair of hers are living snakes. Black and slender, matching her braids.
The wings, though, large and gold, are the most noticable thing about her, even when she glances over and says in a voice a little too clear and haunting to be human,
"Not exactly."
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"Excuse me," Lucrecia can't help but to inquire, even if she shouldn't, or should have, known. "Are you an angel?"
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It is one single word he'd heard before from a friend of his - well, someone who might have been a friend of his, had he remembered any of his past.
Nibelheim.
He pauses right there, to her left, head cast down. And then he looks up, eyes studying her briefly.
"...you said Nibelheim."
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"So I did," Lucrecia doesn't argue. She turns so that she can face him, gathering her long snowy shawl into casually crossed arms. Prompts are often the beginnings of conversation. "It's an important place." As well as a somber one, a troubled one, a blissful and a tragic one.
"Are you from Nibelheim?" She doesn't know him, has never seen him in the country town. But all the same, he is more familiar than the bar itself.
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Perhaps, even a place of answers.
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"Very important," the woman reaffirms, accompanied by a nod. Years ago, decades ago really, she would not have wanted to talk of the place or have anything to do with it anymore. Now it was just a little bit different.
Pushing away or subduing the past would not change it.
"What have you heard of it? Could you tell me?" She wonders, going on. She casts her gaze toward the bar before back again, the notion of sitting them down and treating the young man to a drink through her mind. It was the least she could do for keeping him.
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