|galatea (gazeofstone) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-04-17 21:37:00
|Entry tags:||galatea, ligea|
Who: Ligea, Galatea
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."