The window's stopped cracking. Outside, the stars spin like a ferris wheel of lights, and Utena sits with her chin resting on the heel of her hand, elbow on the windowsill, looking out at

(eternity)

her reflection and the apocalypse beyond it.

Beside her, Chuchu balloons slowly upwards.

River is ensconced on the couch, her head tipped comfortably back against the arm. She's watching the ceiling with absorption.

There's a small basket of french fries resting on her stomach. Every so often she remembers to eat one.

[OOM: Millitimed to waaaaay long ago, Antigone and Utena discuss things of, related to, and pertaining to exchange diaries.

Saionji is revealed to be the elephant in the living room-- until they bring him up. Also, remembering things is found to be tricky.]

Touga is sitting at a table with his chin resting on the backs of his interlocked fingers. Just watching the world pass him by.

Or he is watching the single white rose in a vase in front of him.

One has to wonder what he is thinking of.

It's very quiet outside, and the night sky is the cold clear of winter. Utena leans against the cold glass of a window, watching her breath fog the surface, her arms crossed over her chest.

One hand picks absently at the sleeve of her school uniform jacket. It's starting to unravel.

Saionji is sitting at a table; there's an empty bowl in front of him with chopsticks laying on top of it. His attention seems currently fixed on a small bit of wood that he's carving--into a leaf, it looks like, now that he's getting closer to being finished ( Read more... )

Anthy comes downstairs still rubbing the last traces of lotion into her hands, and picks up a tray of tea and samosas from the bar before she retreats to the couch.

She's tired, and her eyes are glazed with it. So she looks more like Anthy than ever.

So, this red head walks into the bar...*

Touga wanders in, his uniform jacket hanging open. He raises a thin eyebrow, smirks, and drapes himself in an artful pose in a chair close to the door. And takes a sip from a suddenly on hand glass of red wine.

"Ah."

Were you expecting surprise?

*Touga would like you to know he needs no OOM. His ( Read more... )

Antigone is sitting on the floor by the fire, glancing around at passing patrons. Between her fingers, she twirls a tiny, snow-white flower, gleaned from the greenhouse.

It isn't so bad, being a grower of things.

But it's getting to be a hard wait for spring.

It's dark outside.

It's bright inside.

Mostly.

But who stares at the wall?