Soma Peries ~*~ Second

[glasscaseflower]

Who: Allelujah Haptism and Soma Peries.
Where: Somni, right outside the Enveria Apartments.
Style: Third
Status: Closed

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[ofgratitude]

The smallest stumble had Allelujah fighting the urge to reach out and take a proper hold; that offer had already been turned down and he'd learned not to press the issue by now. She was certainly in a better state than some of the other attendants at the party - tomorrow was likely to be a forcibly quiet day - but the careful composure he'd grown somewhat used to was not quite as steady.

It was equally difficult not to smile.

"Did you enjoy it?"

[glasscaseflower]

"They looked so happy," came the soft response, "everyone who was there."

The disorientation was not so great as to force a leave of her senses, but being in utter and complete control was a claim Soma couldn't quite make, even to herself.

There had been other functions int he past, and she had been equally quiet, but leaving at the end of the night in this fashion, with him, was something new.

The apartment building loomed over them, and its many floors made a formidable lengthy tower stretching into the sky-- or that was how it seemed as Soma lifted her eyes up at the doorsteps momentarily.

Her bare legs pressed against the cold steps bravely, before a chill ran down her spine, and her pace faltered. With her palm resting on the side of the parlor wall, she sank slowly to her knees, pulling one them of close to her chest as she sat down. It was an attempt far from successful to make it home, but it certainly felt more comfortable.

[ofgratitude]

There hadn't been much cause for celebration for a long time. Not since the loss of Lockon, the defeat of Celestial Being. Somarium itself hadn't been entirely restful. "I think we needed to be happy," he murmured.

As they approached the apartment block he reached into his pocket, fishing around for the key that would let them into the main building - and all but dropped it onto the pavement when Marie abruptly sat. He had just enough presence of mind to tuck it into the keyhole before crouching next to her.

"Marie." She didn't look particularly ill, and he himself felt little more than a pleasant warmth, but she was slighter of stature and he hadn't drunk as much... "Are you alright?"

[glasscaseflower]

The steps felt cool and pleasant against her forehead, and Soma rested her head down as her body relaxed more. It wasn't a comfortable position, but her body felt too light to protest the unwelcome position, her mind noting but little the abrupt change in the plan to get home as soon as possible.

"Why can't you remember my name?" she asked, a little bit wearly, a little bit resigned. It was going to be better in the morning. The night told her so. For now, all she needed was to close her eyes, and she might even be home upon waking up from this perpetual dream.

It made an alarming amount of sense in her mind.