To Flow From

Jophiel leaned against a wall in the basement, drink perched on an outcrop. It had been far too long since he last visited. The humidity from the bath made his wings feel heavy. Dressed in a grey robe, wings flared slightly, he'd decided to forgo pretense and illusion for the day.

At the moment, his attention was drawn to a small patch of brick work inlaid in the floor. He studied the delicate grapevine pattern. He sighed happily, gesturing to the person beside him, "Beautiful isn't it?"

Loli was in the cafe, sat up at the counter, humming along to a song on the cafe's radio, relaxing with a large pink milkshake, and enjoying the bright winter sun that was shining through the windows. She currently looked like she belonged utterly to the style of the cafe, dressed in all pastel blues and soft pinks. "Nice day," she offered to the person that came up to the counter next to her.

Most of Tobey's morning and some of the afternoon had been taken up with work. It had been busy, more people than usual coming in looking for presents.

Now, he sat in a booth by a window on the top level of the club, picking at his lunch as he flipped through a small, worn paperback, then glancing up as movement near his table caught his eye.

He was sitting at the middle level of En Mare. He eyed another person at the bar with a faintly speculative air. "What are you?" he asked, candidly.

Hadrian found Sid on the second level of Emanare and quietly wrapped his arm around her waist, "Hello, love. Let's go to dinner."

As easily as if they'd planned it. They hadn't it, Hadrian just wanted to take her to eat.

Sundays weren't any different at the Emanare than any other day. It was crowded with a multitude of beings, corners and nooks isolated for peace. Any beverage was served at the bar on each level by one of the Morgan women.

It was simple, it was relaxing, it was neutral. That was the charm.