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WHO:

catmasked
WHERE: Selina's apt
WHEN: Thursday afternoon
SUMMARY: Selina pissed Desire off. Here's hoping it like tea?
FORMAT: Para?

She'd bought an orphanage. True, it's pretty much just an abandoned building at this point. A good deal too. But still.

She'd bought an orphanage and pissed off the anthropomorphic personification of Desire. Selina is starting to miss the zombies.

She's too wound out for coffee, so she makes tea. A whole damn pot of it. Green tea with jasmine. Supposed to be calming. Isn't working all that well. Taking another sip from her cup, she glances at her comm to see if Desire has replied.

She really isn't looking forward to this.

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The smell of peaches might linger in the room, for a while, but Desire doesn't care. It drapes itself on one of the chairs, suddenly, like a blink or a heart attack, carefully tapping ash from one of it's omnipresent cigarettes to the floor.

Desire likes being around people, and doesn't like it at the same time. But what it prefers is dealing with this kind of situation in person. "So much money, so many ways to waste it."

There aren't a lot of things that startle Selina, but the sudden appearance of Desire nearly makes her spill her tea. She glances at the cigarette, the ash drifting to the floor, and then decides it's really not worth it to mention the ashtray still sitting on the table.

"Desire." She nods, takes a moment to gather herself. She's not sure if its comment is directed at her or Tony or just a general observation. Decides not to ask. "Should I get another cup?"

Desire doesn't really care for money, or its many uses. Instead it cares for results. It crosses it's legs, casually, and looks up at Selina, gold eyes unreadable.

"No sugar," it commands briefly, and when Selina has managed to pour a cup, it holds it's hand out to take the teacup. Desire doesn't really like tea. Desire doesn't even like polite company. But what Desire does like is that Selina is clearly nervous.

Nervous isn't a natural state for Selina, and it's one she doesn't like. She grits her teeth a bit as Desire takes the cup. She hates this, hates feeling like she has to answer to someone. She's lived her life to avoid just this sort of situation.

She's sure Desire is all too aware of this.

"So how does this work? I apologize and you stop screwing with everyone?" Far too flippant, but the discomfort just makes her more antagonistic.

Desire takes the tea and takes a sip, it's cigarette forgotten for a second. Desire's eyes are fixed, however on Selina. "Is that what Tony told you? Now narcissistic," it comments, quietly.

"If you truly mean it, you may apologize, but that does not mean I will stop."

Her fingers clench the cup's delicate handle. "He said whatever you're doing is my fault. That you'd stop if I apologized."

She's silent for a long moment. "I met Del before I knew what she was. My little sister... belongs to her, I guess. For the moment at least." She pauses. "I did too, for a little while."

Desire doesn't snort, but if it ever did, it would now. "What Tony said is irrelevant. Needless to say you are not the only one who has decided to speak their idiot minds." Desire takes another drink.

"We are not people. We are not gods. Before this can end, the population of the City who thinks that they may appropriate us should understand."

"That's what you want?" Selina was starting to wish the tea had something a little stronger in it. "Doesn't seem like people have much respect for ideas and concepts these days."

Desire finally stands. "Often it is said that Desire and Despair were meant to be one. That we are broken halves of a whole."

It wants Despair. It wants it's twin. But it will not say that. It will not say that it is truly annoyed that it is here with Delirium, and that Delirium seems perfectly content to be a pet. It will not say that it is bored and wanted to make things more interesting.

What it does say is, "Then that is their foolishness."

"Despair has the rats, right?" Del had mentioned that at some point. "Does seem like they go hand in hand a lot of the time."

She doesn't even bother to address the last part.

Desire doesn't want to talk about Despair, even though it brought the topic up. Instead it carefully stands, and sets down the teacup. Desire is Selina's height, but Tony would see the same thing, as would Eddie, as would anyone who approaches this particular Endless.

It simply looks at Selina. It is not smiling.

Selina stares back, teacup forgotten in her hand, not certain what to do. If she should stand too. Just keep sitting there. Say something. Stay silent.

Fuck, but she hates this. Hates the feeling of not even knowing what the options are. She hasn't felt this damn helpless since she woke up in the hospital and found out that Elliot had cut her heart out. There's a twinge in her chest as if to reinforce the thought.

"Very well." Desire just raises an eyebrow.

And it disappears. If it will stop or not is not resolved, but there is a certain air of satisfaction in the peach scented air that it leaves behind around itself.

For a long moment, Selina doesn't move, just staring at the spot where Desire was. Finally, she sets her cup down, rubbing the bridge of her nose. The breath she draws in shakes the slightest bit.

"That went well," she mutters to no one in particular. Hell, maybe it had. Who was she to say?

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