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Where has that old friend gone?

Dec 14, 2008 04:01

Characters: Clé/Diana (unwinding_key) & Honor/Alanna (healing_death)
Date/Time: Dec. 14, 1AM
Location: Clé's residence.
Rating: PG
Summary: Honor can't stand to be alone with her thoughts, and had previously promised Clé tea. The promise was just moved up. 8D

( Lost in a February Song. Tell him it won't be long 'til he opens his eyes. )

~original: diana (clé), !complete, ~song of the lioness: alanna (honor)

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unwinding_key December 14 2008, 09:27:03 UTC

Clé had told Fallen to expect a guest and put a note under East's door (1am was a bit late for him to remain awake) while starting a kettle for tea and waiting for the knock on the door.

Clé was dressed in a sort of housecoat: long, warm and pale, with pajamas underneath. Despite the fact that she knew that she was likely to be awake for some time, she'd seen no reason to remain fully dressed in her own house and chose something comfortable. The housecoat, she hoped, kept her in the decent range for company.

Honor's gender, or confusion thereof, was one of the last things on Clé's mind. She was too busy looking at Honor with an expression mixed with worry and agitation.

To put it plainly, Honor looked like hell and Clé wasn't happy about it. Still, the redhead smiled. "Do come in, Mister Honor."

healing_death December 14 2008, 09:36:16 UTC

The girl hadn't bothered to change yet, still reeling over the losses she'd suffered, and was still in her shirt and trousers which were slightly bloody and cut up. She matched her clothes rather fittingly as well, having failed to use what her Other had called the Gift to speed up her healing. The fight had taken too much out of her, and she vaguely recalled being utterly exhausted after fighting and using fire...

She shook her head as she entered, "I wonder why you're still awake, actually. It's pretty late." She was relieved that the first question wasn't on her gender, as she feared. Clé, at least, hadn't knocked her over the head like she expected would happen when she saw how awful the girl looked. Honor hadn't looked in a mirror, but was aware that she didn't exactly look perky.

unwinding_key December 14 2008, 09:45:27 UTC

Clé shut the door behind Honor and lead her friend to her own room, at the far end of the hallway. "I am not sleeping because there seems to be someone, or something, rather interested in spreading nightmares at the moment. I have had my fill and besides which, my place of employment is closed at the moment. I can sleep during the day."

Honor was nearly half a foot shorter than her, Clé realized, running through a mental list of clothing that might fit the man? - woman? - Clé didn't particularly care about Honor's sex, to be honest, and still thought that the double could have been lying in that respect. Although it did seem like an odd thing to lie about.

Either way, Honor couldn't be expected to stay in those clothes. At least, she thought, there was a private shower attached to her room.

She indicated that Honor take a seat in one of the chairs while she turned to the small kitchen and finished making tea. Something soothing, she decided. "Do you have any particular aversion to mint teas?"

healing_death December 14 2008, 09:55:57 UTC

Honor scratched her head, avoiding the place her skull had been slammed against the ground, "I guess nightmares are a good reason to stay awake. And I don't think I do. Mint always was stimulating." She followed Clé, not really knowing what the other girl was doing. She moved back to take the indicated seat, attempting not to show how sore and bruised she really was. She wasn't weak and she didn't want pity for being injured.

She'd heal, and midway between healing her body she'd begin training again so the fire would come at her beckon and the swordfighting become natural again. Her mind had temporarily forgotten the surge of light that had spared her, and it seemed that she should focus more on things in the present.

"Um... Aside from tea..." She glanced down, "I feel like I should apologize for lying to you. Lezard already knows since he was at my 'birth' and G-Gundam knows-knew." She stumbled over the name awkwardly, not quite knowing if she was supposed to use the present or past, since death didn't seem like the end here.

unwinding_key December 14 2008, 10:05:47 UTC

Clé raised an eyebrow at Honor while selecting the tea, wondering just how battered her friend was under those clothes. After tea a shower was definitely in order, and then Clé would figure out what sort of clothing she could give Honor to wear until the other redhead returned home.

There was a pause in sounds from the kitchen at Lezard and Gundam's name, the use of tenses, but she immediately got back on task and brought out a small tray. Setting it on the table, she took the seat opposite of Honor and held out a small spoon, with a smile. The motion pulled at the sleeves of her housecoat, exposing her wrist which was still red and raw-looking over a week after she'd first been injured. Clé odd skip through time had caused the injury to heal a lot slower than normal, and she was loath to wrap them anyway.

"I am certain you had your reasons, though I do wonder why you thought it mattered. Either way, I am not upset. Apologies are not necessary."

Another smile, and then: "I suspect Mister Gundam will return sooner rather than later