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[inbetrayal.livejournal.com]

When; June 1st, 10 @ night
Rating; …PG-13 at most for possible language?
Characters; Lucy Saxon  cathedralgirl , Clow Reed i_themagician
Summary; Drinks and conversation.
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The idea, she had thought, had been simple. Conversation, bonding over common viewpoints, maybe some nights out and flirtation if the opportunity ever presented itself.  In short, the slow rebuilding of a social life and circle. And some of it was genuine and some of it not, but now, it is harder every day to keep the pretense up, and every thing reminds her of another. Her mind is becoming muddled, and yet she still persists- it is almost impossible for her not to.

So, she sits and waits for opportunities, the slow rebuilding. And she knows one is coming, has been pre-arranged- all there is to do now is wait.

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[i-themagician.livejournal.com]

... He really hadn't thought of that idea.

Clow saw that little flicker and the pain it betrayed. Momentarily, he almost wanted to take her by the hand or otherwise try to be physically comforting, but it might not have been appropriate to do so. They barely knew each other and this wasn't a date. So, instead, he stepped out of the way of the door so that she could walk through it. "Yes, let's."

[inbetrayal.livejournal.com]

Well, hindsight is the root of all knowledge...

And she wouldn't have reacted well to that comfort- not because she didn't need it, but because she wouldn't be able to handle it. After that curse- well, actual physical contact may well be out of the books for a while.

And so she shook it off (at least visibly) and walked right on, closing and locking the apartment door behind her carefully. "It's not far, is it?" she asked, slipping into a veneer of casuality like a well-fitted coat, the masked smile back (seemingly effortlessly) in place. "After all, it is fairly late out, you know. Wouldn't do to be suddenly accosted in some dank alleyway. Too cliche, for one thing."

[i-themagician.livejournal.com]

Actually, for this particular gentleman, it's foresight.

"I doubt we will be, but in that event we have little to worry about," he says with the confidence of one who would see such an incident as only a minor inconvenience. "But, no, it's not too far."

Stepping down the stairs and out of the building, Clow proceeded to walk next to Lucy while still somehow leading yet keeping his hands entirely to himself. Indeed, not only were they not touching her, but they could be found somewhere in his trenchcoat - which was merely draped over his shoulders and not being worn properly as it was nearly summer and probably too warm for anyone to really be wearing a coat at all.

[inbetrayal.livejournal.com]

"And you're planning to stave them off with your bare hands?" A hint of a smile, a real one this time. "I'm impressed."

So Lucy follows him, walking briskly alongside, heels clicking against the pavement. Despite the heat, she is wearing a coat- more of a jacket, really- and she buttons it up quickly as they walk, stuffing her hands inside the pockets once she's finished. It may be getting warmer, but the nights still feel chilly enough to her to make her wear more than a layer or two.