inyri forge (17)/star wars/barthing

[mm_kayzie]

It'd been a few days since Wes had gone. (At least she'd kept him there one night longer than he'd wanted

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[ofsmokeandblood]

Who's that?

Well, it's sure as shit not Wes.

Too tall. Too old (two years). Too... still.

Too here, perhaps.

And the fact that he doesn't recognize her is a clue, as is the sheathed sword he carries easily in his left hand.

Nevertheless, there is a resemblance.

[ofsmokeandblood]

--which Hannibal captures, intertwining their fingers in a casually affectionate gesture.

Confused yet?

(OOC: Sorry for slow; lost track of the tab briefly. *blames Firefox*)

[little_forge]

Oh she's beyond confused.

Her head tilts to the other side.

And she finds herself missing Wes even more.

[ooc: no worries!!]

[ofsmokeandblood]

He settles in, standing by his double side, and regards Inyri with sharp inquiry.

[reactstonothing]

"He isn't here," he concludes.

It's as though they share a mind, these two.

[little_forge]

"W-what?" Inyri whispers, looking up at them with her mouth open just a little.

[reactstonothing]

Raised eyebrows.

"Am I wrong?"

[ofsmokeandblood]

"Wes," Hannibal clarifies, "isn't here. Correct?"

[little_forge]

"N-no. The door came back from him and he had to go back." Her fingers fumble in her pocket for the cigarettes there.

[ofsmokeandblood]

"Had to?"

They raise their eyebrows.

[reactstonothing]

"Why?"

[little_forge]

They make her nervous. It takes her three clicks to get the lighter to work. She takes a deep drag of the cigarette.

"Something happened before the first time he came here...he needed to take care of the aftermath."

[reactstonothing]

They wrinkle their noses at the smoke.

[ofsmokeandblood]

"Something...?"

An entirely casual question, but Hannibal sounds the sort of person who very much expects his casual questions to be answered.

[little_forge]

She notices the wrinkle of noses and only turns her head the other way to blow the smoke out. She could either stress out or smoke it away.

"Private." She says, crush the cigarette in an ashtray after a moment's hesitation. "I don't know if he'd want me to tell you."

[ofsmokeandblood]

Hannibal raises his eyebrows.

"We seemed to get along well enough," he comments neutrally.