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 Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 7:30 pm
Irene was still somewhat estranged from her team. That problem wasn't likely to be resolved anytime soon. She had no plans to stop her late-night searches, and no plans to tell her teammates about them. A bit of distance in a case like that was natural, and not necessarily a bad thing. At least, she kept telling herself that. Besides, she'd been busy with college applications for the past few months, barely able to patrol, much less strike out on her own. No wonder she was a bit out of the loop.
Eunomia was a different story. If she quit, completely quit, that affected everyone. Not just herself, or Columba, or even just the rest of the team. Irene was learning that their actions had far more widespread consequences. Perhaps Eunomia still needed to see that for herself. Or maybe she just needed to be told. Whatever it was, she hadn't done it on her own, and it was past time for a bit of intervention.
Which was how Lydia found herself knocking at the door of the Caffrey house again, a small bag from Maize Maizier held in her other hand. It was polite to bring a small gift when visiting someone. Especially when her actions could be interpreted as something less than polite.
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 8:52 pm
It hadn't been that long since Evie narrowly escaped being youma food at the cost of another senshi's wellbeing and the days that followed hadn't been kind. While she had eased off on her class work, it only accomplished her further in feeling like she was drowning and the guilt of every, everything, had resulted in a terrible lack of sleep that showed in her much duller than normal complexion.
The attempt to smile when she opened the door was paper thin.
"Lydia. Hi."
She hadn't seen any of the Asteroids in what felt like ages, except for escalating conflict with Ellie and occasionally Annie. But it would've been impolite to ask why she was here.
Not that she had anything to ask in it's place, so awkward silence resulted.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 6:48 pm
Lydia had been to enough fundraisers and benefits to recognize a fake smile when she saw one. It looked wrong. Evie was honest, even outspoken at times. It was one of the things Lydia admired about her. She wasn't the type to conceal her feelings. Was she?
After all this time, did they really know each other so little?
"May I come in? I'd like to speak with you privately for a few moments. And I brought douhua from work. I thought you might like something sweet that wasn't baked. There are spoons in the bag, and there's enough for your family as well."
And then she was out of things to say. Or at least, things she felt safe saying out in the open.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 9:06 pm
Evie's smile shifted. It was still a smile, but it was a different kind. Something sadder and a little more pitiful.
Lydia tugged at her heartstrings, and the reasons why were probably too complicated to consciously sort out. She liked the younger senshi. When they were together she treated her how she thought, ideally, sisters should treat each other.
Which made it difficult to talk to her, especially in the midst of all that had happened last year. She had given up senshidom because it wasn't safe, because she wanted her sister to be safe, but in doing so she abandoned her team, and she had abandoned Lydia.
Something made even more difficult by her on going wrestle with the concept. Had she quit for Dana's protection or because she was looking for an excuse to give up?
She opened her mouth to say something, because she felt she should say something. Her actions and abandonment warranted explanation or confession or something.
But nothing came out.
Instead she just stepped aside. "Yeah, come in."
The Caffrey home was tiny, but there was space at the table for two among the general living clutter and junk mail that Evie was scurrying to gather up and move.
"How have you been?"
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 10:31 pm
Something was definitely wrong. The reason she was there was, Lydia thought, obvious. Yet Evelyn was treating this like a social call. Which it sort of was, because Lydia had been trained to behave a certain way. But she refused to believe that the purpose behind her visit wasn't completely clear. Which meant it was being ignored, for some reason that was less clear.
She followed her host inside, setting her bag on the table, but not taking a seat. Instead, with practiced efficiency, she began taking things out of it. The douhua had been packed in individual servings in small aluminum containers by Lydia herself. She took two of the five cups out, pried off the clear plastic lids, and stuck plastic spoons in each of the containers. Then she set one in front of Evelyn, and the other in front of the chair she had yet to sit in.
She spoke as she worked, her eyes on the food and not on Evelyn. "I have been quite well, thank you for asking. Busy with college applications, and work takes up much of my energy as well, though I'm not complaining. I still manage to find time for what's really important."
Only then did Lydia sit. She ate a large spoonful of douhua and stared, demanding some sort of explanation. She was owed that much.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 1:10 pm
Evelyn’s brow raised, but her eyes stayed lidded. She clearly didn’t appreciate the emphasis, but she stayed silent and composed, even politely picking up the utensil to dig in to the douhua.
She didn’t answer right away, at first. Instead she was trying to think of how to handle the conversation. She didn’t feel totally in the right, which was an awkward and foreign feeling for Evie who usually operated on stern convictions and little else.
“If that’s what you think is important,” She ended up saying, finally, with a strained sense of feigned disinterest and a shrug.
“What colleges are you applying to?” Subject change! Abort! Abort!
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