The hair that had been black just a week before was now a vibrant, freshly-dyed red. It was a disguise of the most passing variety. Her family would still be able to feel her, but at least in a crowd now they'd be looking for the wrong girl. Maybe it didn't make a difference, but it made Kymopoleia feel safer and that was all that mattered.
Before she got to the bar to order her drink she felt him there. Slowly she cast her eyes across the mortals until she saw him. For a moment she watched, unsure, before turning back to the bartender and getting a beer.
She sat down across the table from Briareos, the most possible chairs between the two of them, and put her beer down. Her clothes covered much more skin than she usually favoured - another attempt to disguise herself. Those layers upon layers made her feel safer sitting there as well.
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Date: 2012-08-17 04:54 am (UTC)Before she got to the bar to order her drink she felt him there. Slowly she cast her eyes across the mortals until she saw him. For a moment she watched, unsure, before turning back to the bartender and getting a beer.
She sat down across the table from Briareos, the most possible chairs between the two of them, and put her beer down. Her clothes covered much more skin than she usually favoured - another attempt to disguise herself. Those layers upon layers made her feel safer sitting there as well.