Re: The Egyptian: Selina/Destiny
[Selina was in the grey living room, balcony doors open, windows and with Gotham's murky idea of sunlight streaming through the glass. A Victrola played jazz in the corner, and the view was spectacular, high enough to tower over Gotham's cornices and gargoyles, the dark skyline a line of flat surfaces that made Selina itch to run.
But she wasn't running; she was sitting.
Casual in denim and black, legs crossed at the knees, and nothing at all around her to suggest some need of distraction from her thoughts. Just her phone, WayneTech and shiny, at her hip on the couch's grey surface.
And it said something about her nerves, didn't it? That she didn't even flinch when the masculine voice echoed. She looked him over, this man that wasn't a man, head to toe and appreciation of his attire. Her smile warmed, went lush, red, and she chuckled.] A little late for that isn't it? And if you're not a deity, what are you? Don't tell me you're a concept. That got so very tiresome with Em.