Re: (After)life: Nel L & Lear L
"I doubt it." Lear smiled, louche and licentious. He'd never had to run away from what he was, because he had never been given the fated nonsense. Tossed into the ocean, he had no one to tell him what he was meant to do. If he had fallen into the patterns foretold, he didn't know it, and instead, his life seemed to him to be of his own making and borne of his own will. Without rules, there was nothing to rebel against, so Lear was himself without shying away from it. He didn't exist in reaction to anything, as far as he knew. Obviously, it had been different with Nel, though he hadn't been around when it all happened. But, he'd heard stories of her, too.
Lear had always felt close to his siblings. When they were young, they'd never been far from each other, and even now, after years and years, it felt familiar, being this close. He wouldn't have said he missed it, but maybe he had. He hadn't bothered to care about much in the interim decades, but if Nel wanted worship, well, it was close. As close as it came for someone like Lear. He watched her, even as he strolled around her space like it was his. One hand in his pocket, he stopped by the computer on a desk against the wall, then carried on, Nel's voice behind him as she told him he'd draw attention here. "Don't shit where you eat," he said around cigarillo, and it was agreement. He wasn't going to eat in Repose. Not if he could help it. "The Capital's plentiful, though."
He came back toward the couch, toward his sister, and he bent forward to lean against the sofa. He looked at her, a smile reborn, neverending, when she turned toward him ever so slightly. "Well, you never were interested in playing, if I remember." Her thumb was on his bottom lip and he could feel her pulse in it. It wasn't a real pulse, as in, she wasn't human, but he could feel it all the same. He looked at her, after she asked him not to eat the entire town, then he smiled. He straightened up, then, with legs long enough, he stepped over the back of the couch onto a cushion, and dropped heavily to his ass, one leg folded under and his shoulder against hers, but much higher. He had a good half foot on her or so. "Well, then why're you here?"