Piper Addison (makemywayhome) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-07-24 06:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | famine, saint george |
Who: George & Famine
What: Awkward meetings
When: Friday afternoon
Where: Lunchtime place
Famine hadn't seen or talked to many of the Saints ever since the whole Patrick debacle, which she was very pointedly not thinking about. The fledgling friendship that they had could easily be shattered by one well-aimed blow, and she really had no desire to do that. Like she'd told Pestilence, Patrick was her only friend in all the world that wasn't a Horseman. She figured God and his favored ones could deal.
She wasn't even thinking about that incident at all as she sat in a small cafe Friday afternoon, devouring a sandwich and Coke. The crowds of Black Friday shoppers mostly passed this place by, but that was just fine with her. It was more peaceful that way.
She didn't even look up when the bell over the shop door dinged, but what did make her perk up was another immortal. Christian, unless she was very much mistaken, and they didn't smack of Hell. So one of the Saints or angels, then. And they didn't feel like one of the angels. Saint it was, then. She squished herself down a little more in her seat. She knew Patrick was OK with her, but his brothers most likely weren't, and she was crossing her fingers it wasn't one of them. But knowing her luck, it probably was.
the_lancer
2011-11-25 12:59 am (local) (link)
George had been struck by a case of the munchies on his way home from work, so he'd ducked inside a small cafe that always had really good sandwiches for decent prices. He wasn't there for five seconds before he realized he was sharing the shop with another immortal.
The Horseman were all fairly distinctive and recognizable to him. Not whatever human form they were wearing at the time, but the feelings were unmistakeable. This one was a sense of deep, endless hunger, the kind that led people to do desperate and terrible things. He blinked and shied away from it mentally. Famine. Great.
His eyes landed on the girl sitting by the window, and he walked over awardly. "Famine. Hello."
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black_horse
2011-11-25 01:02 am (local) (link)
Well, shit.
She straightened up, tilting her chin up very slightly. "Hello. George, I'm guessing. You're taller than I pictured."
She gestured to the chair across the table from her. "Can sit, if you want. I promise not to work any mojo on you."
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the_lancer
2011-11-25 01:06 am (local) (link)
George slid into the chair across from her, smiling thinly. "That'd be right. So. You and Patrick."
Because there wasn't really any sense in beating around the bush, and George was still nursing a little kernel of anger that Famine had made his brother suffer for no reason at all.
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black_horse
2011-11-25 01:08 am (local) (link)
She fluttered the fingers of her free hand in a sarcastic little wave, drawing anger around her like a shield. "What about me and Patrick? We hang out. We chat. Sometimes I help fill in some blanks in his memories. Sometimes there are cookies involved. Usually oatmeal raisin."
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the_lancer
2011-11-25 01:14 am (local) (link)
"That sounds like Patrick," George said. "Always sharing food and being kind to everyone. Even people who, say, inflicted really, really intense hunger on him because the Devil double-dog-dared them. Patrick is a nice guy."
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black_horse
2011-11-25 01:19 am (local) (link)
Famine felt her control slip, and just for a second, her face was bone white and skeletal, her eyes pitch black. But she got herself back under control quickly.
"If you're implying I don't deserve his kindness, you're probably right," she ground out. "I did a fucking stupid thing. I admit it. But he forgave me. And believe you me, I gave Satan a piece of my mind. But if you were laboring under the delusion that Horsemen never slip up, hate to break it to you, but we do." She ripped part of her sandwich off, chewing more viciously than was probably necessary.
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the_lancer
2011-11-25 01:24 am (local) (link)
Whoa. That was a little disturbing. George leaned back in his seat.
"I hang out with War on a pretty regular basis, I'm under no delusions about the Horsemen being perfect," George said. But the whole conversation did remind him that Patrick had forgiven Famine, and would be very disappointed in George if he picked a fight with her. He sighed. "But why did you want to hurt him in the first place? Like, I got it with me and War. We punch each other in the head as a sign of affection. But Patrick is like if you wrapped joy in a saint-shaped package and gave it ginger hair. Why hurt him?"
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black_horse
2011-11-25 01:29 am (local) (link)
"Sorry," she muttered, pushing some hair out of her face. "That only happens once in a while."
She sighed. "It's like I told him...I felt useless, sitting around waiting for the end. And then Satan, like you said, he double-dog-dared me. And I thought, this was my chance to flex my muscles, just for a little bit." She started methodically shredding her bread. "And then I got to know him, and I figured out how much we understand each other where other people don't." Her eyes remained firmly fixed on her plate. "And for the first time in my entire existence, I felt guilty. I felt bad for Patrick. I was stupid. And he was just so kind to me in the aftermath. He's really the only friend I've got."
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the_lancer
2011-11-25 01:39 am (local) (link)
George's shoulders slumped. How was he supposed to stay surly in the face of that?
"People don't get much kinder than Patrick," George said. "So...so you're not gonna do anything like that again, right? Because Patrick doesn't deserve it."
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black_horse
2011-11-25 01:46 am (local) (link)
"No, they really don't," she agreed softly, finally raising her head to look at him, then shaking it slightly. "No," she said, louder and a bit more firmly. "No, I'm not. On that you have my word, for whatever it's worth to you." She slumped back in her chair. "Besides, what with the disaster in Somalia, that's where all my focus is right now. I barely have enough attention for anything else."
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the_lancer
2011-11-25 02:01 am (local) (link)
George reminded himself that she was just doing her job, and he only got moderately shitty with War about the conflicts in Africa, so it wasn't fair to start growling at Famine either.
"Well, I believe you," George said, offering a small smile. "Patrick's a pretty good judge of character. Maybe you should come to one of his feast day parties? It's not for a couple more months, but it's always a good time. He does his confetti trick."
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black_horse
2011-11-25 02:10 am (local) (link)
Her return smile was tiny and tentative, but at least they weren't snapping and growling at each other, for which she was grateful. "OK," she said, visibly relaxing. "He must be, I don't think he'd be hanging around me if he thought I was evil. And yeah, I think I'd like to. I've heard tales of the confetti trick, but I've never actually seen it in action."
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the_lancer
2011-11-25 02:18 am (local) (link)
"It's amazing," George said. "He can just shoot it straight out of his hands. Sometimes you can surprise him into doing it by sneaking up behind him and yelling 'Boo'. Ask him sometime, he'll totally do it. He's probably got enough leftover energy from the Thanksgiving Day parade to decorate a room in turkey-shaped confetti."
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black_horse
2011-11-25 10:39 pm (local) (link)
She couldn't help it, she let out a little laugh. "Oh lord, now this I have to see," she said, her smile becoming a bit more genuine. "I keep hearing about spontaneous confetti explosions, but seeing them in person would be even better.