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Feb 22, 2006 20:24

[ OOM: Echo reads some things that worry her.]

No wreath. No blanket. No socks. No pens. No pad.

Just Echo in a booth, head resting on an outstretched arm while the other arm sits on her lap, slightly curled around her stomach.

She stares into space, not even moving the strand of hair that falls in her face.

echo, oom, yrael

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mogget_cat February 23 2006, 02:33:01 UTC

*It may take a while for the humming to fog through the general chatter of the bar. It is a gentle, flowing tune, warmed by the sun on a summer morning. The lilting, twisting notes seem to dance in the mind, the simple refrain repeating with slight variation each time. Echoing, perhaps.*

*A pale hand tucks the strand of hair that had gone awry behind Echo's ear.*

alas_alas February 23 2006, 02:35:06 UTC

She blinks at the pale hand, but doesn't otherwise move.

"Hello, Yrael."

mogget_cat February 23 2006, 02:37:50 UTC

Hello, Echo.

*Her outstretched hand is found by another pale hand, warm against her skin.*

It has been too long, my dear friend. Spring is coming.

alas_alas February 23 2006, 02:40:51 UTC

The outstretched hand may cling to his a little bit.

"That's nice. I haven't been outside in a while."

Too busy worrying about other things.

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emrys_lost February 23 2006, 02:49:33 UTC

Echo may notice a shy touch breezing softly against her cheek. The strand of hair is moved to carefully rest behind her ear.

Funny how the only person close to her is a teenaged boy. And he can't be close enough to have touched her without her hearing him approach. He's sitting at a table next to her, watching her warily.

It may just be a trick of the light, but it seems as though the shadow of his hand rests over hers. But she can't really feel it. It's only a shadow, after all.

alas_alas February 23 2006, 02:50:58 UTC

Echo blinks, and her eyes flicker around the room, although otherwise she doesn't move.

emrys_lost February 23 2006, 02:59:26 UTC

The boy also doesn't move. He's worried about disturbing her.

Odd then, isn't it, how the shadow seems to move anyway? Once more, feather light tracings against her cheek, before moving back to her hand.

It's the best it can do for comfort, perhaps?

alas_alas February 23 2006, 03:07:49 UTC

She closes her eyes at the feather light touches. They feel... nice. And yes, comforting.

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