Re: [(After)Life]
Nel sensed her brother approaching. When he'd first come, looking like another woman, she'd not been expecting him, and it had been a very long time since they'd seen one another. Now, she knew precisely what to expect when he approached. From his step, to his scent, to the divinity he exuded, and she was waiting when he entered. She didn't move herself, but she did rather lean forward somewhat and watch as he advanced toward the alcove she currently resided in.
He looked exhausted and young, and, Nel, who felt very little in the way of soft feelings for others, felt rather soft at the moment. Capably soft, if such a thing existed, and she let him collapse beside her upon the couch. She moved the ashtray herself, setting it on the floor, and his glare was met with a smile that plumped cheekbones high. "You've looked rather prettier in the past, Jorgi," she told him, and she placed a cold palm to his smeared cheek as she sat forward, thighs spread in a way that would be considered the antithesis of ladylike. "I think a bath. Don't you?" It was rather a practical suggestion, as he was covered in blood and the scent of dead sea life. It would also distract them from Fen's continued absence, and Nel had lived long enough to appreciate a good distraction when it provided itself.