THIS IS JUST A PSL NOW I GUESS;

[fossick]

(( used the wrong method with the wrong technique ))

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[luciole]

I wonder the same sometimes.

[Lucinda starts to slip her arms back into her sleeves and soon Fang is hidden from view once again.]

Dragons exist... Have existed? Well, their state of existence is in question but I believe Fang makes a good case for their status. There are other creatures that exist hidden away from the mundane or in pockets that cannot be reached.

[like weird lake lizards or something]

All three of my friends... Well, I encountered them when I was young. They were drawn to me for one reason or another.

[Her plight. Her misery. And granting them kindness despite her having little shown to her in the waking world. It's a long story.]

It's been a long while... But I think they were the first things that ever became angry on my behalf. They scared other ghosts away from my body and continue to do so.

[fossick]

[Weird lake lizards? Don’t be silly.]

So they felt sorry for you.

[Which is a less graceful way of phrasing it the same as she did: angry on her behalf. But something in his brow pinches, just faintly, as he watches her slip her arms back into her shirt. Should he look away again? Well. Unless told otherwise he won’t.]

Strange things are often drawn to those in need.

[Or bleeding out underground, on the edge of death. Same difference.]

Those desperate. Still, a dragon… That would make you a dangerous woman.

[luciole]

Yes, yes, I was very pitiful.

[She laughs it off.]

And he's a spirit of a dragon mind you. But same difference. Maybe.

[Fang was extremely dangerous. There aren't many people in the supernatural world that have a hard counter to such an intangible body that creates such damage to the body and/or mind.

But Weir doesn't have to know that.

Fully covered, she turns to look at the man again, clapping her hands together decisively.]

Show's over! I think I'll get ready to sleep. Early to bed, early to rise as they say!

[Except, as Weir has already experienced, she's basically dead, and waking her up is annoying.]

[fossick]

[Dragon, spirit of a dragon. Somehow, he thinks there's little difference in the way of danger.

He'll have to think about this newfound information, what to do with it. What he should do with her. Is this going to be more trouble than it's worth? What is it worth at all?]

...I'll clean up here, then. Go on and retire.

[He's already making his way around her after pushing his chair in.]

We'll see exactly how early you manage to rise. Don't make me drag you out of bed in the morning.

[luciole]

[That would be the perfect opening for another tease, another flirtation. Lucinda knows when to reign those in. It can be saved for a new day.

Besides, he got an eyeful of her back already, she can give it a rest.]

Good night. And sweet dreams.