River Tam (
river_meimei) wrote2009-01-28 12:06 am
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Totally actually in Milliways
River's lying on her back on a table, her feet against the wall. She's watching the room upside-down.
It's very comfortable.
Apparently.
It's very comfortable.
Apparently.
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The moment when memory clicks is visible, and then Coyote's getting an upside-down grin of pure cheerful smugness instead. River would beg to differ, and would call it innocence, but River is sometimes entirely wrong.
"Gifts are traditional," she says, primly.
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"I am sorry to bring you the bad news, we were divorced. By ghosts."
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River looks -- well, it's hard to tell, especially upside-down. It's somewhere between sympathetic and dubious. "It's an unorthodox technicality."
Beat.
"Call it widowing polyamory," she adds, because River is just that helpful.
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Beat.
"But if you are concerned about such things, I know a lovely place in Las Vegas where we could remedy that."
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"The courtship," she informs Coyote primly, "is a necessary precursor."
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"Besides. You don't marry everyone you court. So why should you court everyone you marry?"
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"It's a logical fallacy."
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"So, if you have not been getting married, what have you been doing, River?"
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"Boyfriend? Girlfriend?" She is working down from 'married'.
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River's face says: come on, this is obvious. That's quite possibly because River tends to forget other people aren't psychic, though.
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Coyote sits up.
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(Sooner or later, the blood is going to start pooling in her head annoyingly. For now, she seems impervious.)
"It's a specific machination."
Beat.
"I'm not," she adds, just in case Coyote might have had any second thoughts.
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Maybe it's a correction, or maybe it's just an FYI. Either way, River doesn't seem particularly bothered. Just, y'know, saying.
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The coyote leaps up onto the table and starts sniffing her feet.
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"It's not detachable." There's a certain dry undertone of please say it isn't.
At a particularly ticklish sniff, River's toes scrunch, nearly poking Coyote in her glorious nose.
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Luckily Raven is not around to comment on the eyeball juggling incident.
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"Structural buttress of the sinus cavity."
River is helpful!
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"Not quite. But why don't you trust me?"
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Experimentally, River wiggles her toes next to the coyote's ear.
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Her ear twitches.
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She stretches her feet slightly, and then wiggles her toes again.
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Coyote tilts her head, pretty obviously trying to remember how many girlfriends (wives, one night stands, etc.) were ticklish.
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"Ask your nose."
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"No masks." It's quiet, and may not be strictly true. River can be opaque, in her own way. "It's in the skin."
She glances up at Coyote's bright eyes. Seriously, "You can ask."
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"Who should Coyote ask? Who are River's friends in Milliways? Besides me." She sits down, tucking her tail around her own feet.
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River is a people person.
"You remember," she adds, softer, and her gaze drifts slowly down towards the furry tail-wrapped feet as her smile fades away. "Even when they aren't they are."
Again, and soft this time: "Got lots."
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Perhaps she is being thick on purpose. Hard to say.
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This look -- this moment -- her focus is clear and direct, and right on Coyote. (Or, perhaps, right through Coyote.)
Softly, "Don't you?"
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"I do not currently congress with the dead." Her last ghost rarely shows himself, and she is fine with ignoring him.
Anything else is not worth mentioning.
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This is distant, and almost gentle. You'd never know she was talking to a being thousands of years older than her; if anything, you'd think she was talking to herself, or the empty air.
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River sits up in a slow, smooth motion, and tucks her legs underneath herself. Her gaze slips distant again; her voice, too.
"All of them." Soft. "Gone to the Lady, but they're not. Inside her."
Beat.
"Got an elevator," she adds, with another glance at Coyote.
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"You saw her?"
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Yes, says her face, of course, what did you think we were talking about?, even before she nods.
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She tears herself away from the table and heads quickly toward the door.
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and then her eyes drop abruptly, and her face shadows, and her hand falls slowly to her lap.
"Everybody does," she says, low and a little choked, to no one.