http://gazeofstone.insanejournal.com/ ([identity profile] gazeofstone.insanejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] nevermore_logs2013-04-17 09:37 pm
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Who: Ligea, Galatea
What: wine!
When:Tuesday evening, after this conversation
Where: Galatea's apartment, Greenwich Village

There had been enough time between Pygmalion's departure and Lirit's arrival that Galatea was able to pull herself together a bit. She tidied up some things, but decided that her head still wasn't clear enough to warrant changing out of the bulky sweater and leggings.

Two visitors in a day was a record. She almost never let people into her space, preferring to keep her life as Wendy outside and her inner image of 'Galatea' confined to this small apartment. It was a special place for her, small but comfortable and typically overly organized.

While not exactly a friendly person, she held a level of respect for Lirit that she did not have for most people. They worked together on a number of occasions and conversed on a somewhat regular basis, but Wendy never really divulged any personal information. Now it was coming out of her like water from a faucet, and she was worried something might accidentally spill out.

She twisted her hair into a top knot, put her game face on, and greeted Lirit at the door after she'd buzzed her in. "Hey. I can't thank you enough for this."

[identity profile] clear-toned.insanejournal.com 2013-04-18 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Ligea smiled as she entered Wendy's apartment. "It's no problem, really. I'd been putting off shopping for way too long, needed to stock up anyway." Wendy set off sparks in the back of her brain, the way other immortals did, but she couldn't figure it out, and she didn't really want to pry.

She held up the bag containing two bottles of a nice dry red. "Any place in particular this goes?"