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[ Last night, after the not-talk with Anthy ]
Desire is neither in the Threshold nor Milliways: The Endless has set foot out in the world again, pausing in a club. Desire does not know where the club is or even what sort it really is, but the teeming throng of people and urban activity is enough to momentarily distract and soothe.
The furtive glances and occasional stares are ignored: Desire rests against the bar, watching the ritual of flirtation and need playing out through dance.
The bartender brings the androgyne a drink: One sip confirms it is an Irish Kiss. Desire looks over at him sharply -- He's dressed all in black, and it does not escape notice that the barman has red hair.
It is a little too familiar, and leaves the Endless wondering if it was synchronicity or hisherits own desire.
Desire half expects a flash of purple hair, a glimpse of fang in a smile, or Regulus slinging an arm about his(herits) neck and settling into his lap.
Even here, working, Desire cannot escape Milliways.
Does he want to?
The last call comes and goes before Desire leaves contemplation for reality: The androgyne's business has been left unfinished.
Desire leaves the half-finished drink on the bar and leaves on foot, the scrape and tap of expensive shoes walking on an otherwise empty street. The smoke from Desire's cigarette drifts up into the sky.
Working at Milliways is putting Desire off the game.
Desire is neither in the Threshold nor Milliways: The Endless has set foot out in the world again, pausing in a club. Desire does not know where the club is or even what sort it really is, but the teeming throng of people and urban activity is enough to momentarily distract and soothe.
The furtive glances and occasional stares are ignored: Desire rests against the bar, watching the ritual of flirtation and need playing out through dance.
The bartender brings the androgyne a drink: One sip confirms it is an Irish Kiss. Desire looks over at him sharply -- He's dressed all in black, and it does not escape notice that the barman has red hair.
It is a little too familiar, and leaves the Endless wondering if it was synchronicity or hisherits own desire.
Desire half expects a flash of purple hair, a glimpse of fang in a smile, or Regulus slinging an arm about his(herits) neck and settling into his lap.
Even here, working, Desire cannot escape Milliways.
Does he want to?
The last call comes and goes before Desire leaves contemplation for reality: The androgyne's business has been left unfinished.
Desire leaves the half-finished drink on the bar and leaves on foot, the scrape and tap of expensive shoes walking on an otherwise empty street. The smoke from Desire's cigarette drifts up into the sky.
Working at Milliways is putting Desire off the game.