belovedwife (belovedwife) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-07-14 23:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | pscipolnitsa, sita |
Who: Sita and Pscipolnitsa
Where: A café.
When: Afternoon.
Warnings: None so far.
It was a nice enough cafe: bustling, cheerful, sunlight pouring in through the open windows. She had a seat directly in the light, and a cup of coffee in front of her. Sita didn't particularly care for coffee, but she liked the atmosphere of the place enough to put up with a drink she didn't much care for. Besides, the girl at the counter had suggested it - house speciality, she'd said. And who was Sita to argue with an expert?
So she sipped her coffee. Nothing but a slight flicker of her lashes betrayed her displeasure; then she took another sip out of a politeness that seemed entirely misplaced. The girl was unlikely to care what Sita thought of the drink anyway. But Sita couldn't help her nature, and politeness was ingrained in her. She sighed and traced invisible patterns on the surface of the table, her dark hair falling around her face like a curtain.
She wasn't good at being alone. It was... awkward. Uncomfortable. It felt wrong in a way that she felt deep in her bones, like an ache. And that was why she was sitting here in a sea of mortals, taking what little comfort she could in their presence and the muted sound of their chatter.