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Death was waiting.

Death was often waiting. She'd waited for Didi's year to be up, and it was. She'd waited to do her job on the island -- and now she had done that, too.

And now there was just one thing left to do, one final goodbye to say. She had a feeling she wouldn't be waiting too long.

For now, there were ducks to feed.

( This is our last goodbye... )

[OOC: And that's it, folks. Thanks to

furnaceface, who knew about this going in and gave me an amazing year of shippiness, this scene included. I'm also going to use this OOC note to thank Jara and Cassie, for being wonderful fake siblings; Aura, for being a fantastic real sibling I regret not having had more time with; Ana, for being a kickass roomie who let Didi pick on his boy like crazy; Nic, for being my partner in crime on the one year and out thing; Tracy, for taking the goldfish; and everybody who's wibbled at me or let me wibble at them this past few weeks. Thank you. It's been an honor to play this one, and she'll be missed.]

Current Mood: melancholy

After Raven left, Didi wasn't quite sure what to do. She sidled over to Jono and took both of his hands in hers, resisting the urge to rub them up and down his stomach. It'd be just a tad forward (and, somehow, that felt like a problem?).

"You should eat," she said, half-teasing. "Right? That's what Raven said."

( ... Honestly, now. When had Didi ever known Jono to protest to her being forward? )

[OOC: Preplayed with the extraordinary

furnaceface, follows this. NFI -- it's not like they can see anybody else anyhow :-). ]

Current Mood: happy

It was not unusual for Didi to go months or even years without seeing her younger brother. They'd passed centuries without much more than the exchange of pleasantries, millennia on no more than an afternoon together. That was, simply, how it was for the Endless.

So it was perfectly when he disappeared early in the morning of his first day back from the dead, with only a reluctant promise to meet Didi and her friend at the coffee shop.

Perfectly normal -- but it still had Didi nervous. "Do you think he'll get hot chocolate?" she chattered at Jono. "He should have whipped cream. It'd chill him out."

( Wishful thinking. )

[OOC: Preplayed with

icecoldfrost and

furnaceface. NFI.]

Current Mood: pessimistic

Didi had gone a little crazy finding decorations for her wee tiny artificual Christmas tree. There was strung popcorn and tinsel and mermaids and goldfish and red, black and silver balls and even a few cute skeletons. There were poodles and multicolored candy canes and a perfect angel for the top.

... there was about one ornament for every branch. Which was a wee bit much.

Door open, she was trying to weed through them while she waited for Jono.

[OOC: For the boy, but open room post!]

Current Mood: enthralled

Didi had gone to bed besotted with Raven, and woken up very much ... not.

Not that she had anything against Raven. She was a sweet girl and a good friend. But the whole thing tasted strange in her mouth, especially that she'd let Jono go. She wasn't letting herself think about the sting of that bit.

She spent the day hiding in bed. It wasn't like her, but she figured she'd pout in enough long days of work in her life that one under the covers wouldn't hurt anyone. She left the door closed.

[OOC: Door closed. Post open to anyone who may be looking for her -- or the roomie, if he's around.]

Current Mood: embarrassed

The mortal incarnation of the anthropomorphic personification of life and death itself was propped up with pillows against the headboard of her bed, knitting something gray and maroon striped. She hadn't decided yet if it was going to grow up to be an afghan, or if she'd get bored by the time it was a scarf.

She was thinking, too. About Atropos' daughter and Aphrodite, about Drake and how very many worlds there were that she didn't know nearly enough about, despite knowing all she did.

And, almost distressingly often given her decidedly mixed feelings about dating mortals, about Jono, who might get the knitted thing if it did grow up to be a scarf.

Didi's door was open and she had the Psychedelic Furs on her CD player.

[Linkdrop-cum-open post, sure.]

It was not unusual for Didi to go months or even years without seeing her younger brother. They'd passed centuries without much more than the exchange of pleasantries, millennia on no more than an afternoon together. That was, simply, how it was for the Endless.

So it was perfectly when he disappeared early in the morning of his first day back from the dead, with only a reluctant promise to meet Didi and her friend at the coffee shop.

Perfectly normal -- but it still had Didi nervous. "Do you think he'll get hot chocolate?" she chattered at Jono. "He should have whipped cream. It'd chill him out."

[OOC: Preplay: For Jono, then Morpheus, s'il vous plait!]

Current Mood: nervous

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The Sound of Her Wings

I'm not blessed, or merciful. I'm just me.

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