silversnowfall: (smile)
Nephry Osborne ([personal profile] silversnowfall) wrote2011-11-01 11:45 pm

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[At last. Peaceful, mostly sunny. No sign of the moon, or masks, or costumes.

...And Nephry is moving through the plaza at the pace and with the general stiff gait of an old woman.

Fitting, she thinks.

Near the fountain she sits on a bench, opening the journal on her lap. She's never been one to make announcements too personal, or to call unnecessary attention to herself. A chill breeze lifts a few pages of the book, though, and she smiles, writing.]


Winter is coming. [a pause, and then] It's still strange to me, sometimes. Even after living here for a couple of years...I still expect the cold and snow to be a more permanent visitor.

Do you enjoy the snow? Or do you prefer warmer climates?

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[identity profile] its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com 2011-11-14 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
My--... [asjkvfd--what.] A-All right.

[So...here he is. What does he say? Fffffff social activities how do?]

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[identity profile] its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com 2011-11-16 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, o-of course you may. [Even if he doesn't know what to play off the top of his head right now.] The restaurant is nearby here, shall we both be on our way, then? If you'd like, Nephry, we could share a meal together. Or perhaps just a drink.

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[identity profile] its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com 2011-11-17 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah...of course. [Dist frowns a little, concern marring his previously good mood. Did Nephry get injured? If so, she shouldn't be moving around too much. He stands, and offers her a hand to help get up.]

You may lean on me if need be. The walk is not far, thankfully.

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[identity profile] its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com 2011-11-20 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dist supports Nephry gently and carefully, keeping his footing good and letting her go at her own pace. He keeps her close as well, as they walk at a snail's pace, but he doesn't mind. It gives him the time to sort though his mental file of songs he could play. Or, at the least, play well.

When the two do arrive at Seventh Heaven at last, Dist takes Nephry to the well tended grand piano and lets her take a seat on the piano bench. It was certainly long enough to seat two people.]


What kind of song would you like to hear?