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text; un: Wesson - Late september

[family_remains]

Test?

You out there?

[egyptologist]

[ It takes her a moment to remember Sam's username. She hadn't realized he was here, isn't sure how she feels about it. ]

Sam?

[family_remains]

Yeah, hey. It's me. I wasn't really expecting a reply. What happened?

[egyptologist]

[ she's...

she's drunk, sorry, Sam. ]

oh yes. im h ere. I don't know.

[family_remains]

Wow.

Well it's good to hear from you again. Where are you?

[egyptologist]

on my living room floor, watching the birds.

[family_remains]

Tell me it's not the cartoon kind that fly around your head when you fall

[egyptologist]

I don't understand that reference

[family_remains]

Remind me to show you sometime.

How are you holding up?

[egyptologist]

oh I’m just PEACHY

[family_remains]

Tell me about it over a drink?

[egyptologist]

absolutely. When

[family_remains]

Now? I've got a bottle of something suspicious and there's no one else I'd rather see

[egyptologist]

brilliant. yours or mine?

[family_remains]

Yours. Unless you like getting interrupted by my nosy brothers. In which case, kinky.

1/2

[egyptologist]

Not particularly. Come on over. I’m in

[egyptologist]

crenshaw. same place as before, can't miss the bloody thing

-> Action

[family_remains]

I'll head towards you now. Stay there on the floor.

[Which, he figures she's on because she's drinking and alone and probably pretty depressed if she's back here. Unlike him, Evelyn had a great life back home and a career to get back to. She's probably pretty upset.

He stops and acquires a bottle of something sketchy like he said he had and then goes back for some roasted potato wedges in a parcel. She was right, he house isn't hard to find and he feels confident enough to let himself in.]

Evelyn?

[egyptologist]

[ A whole ass career as a renowned Egyptologist, being begged to head the British museum...

Bloody fuck.

She hears Sam come in, and calls out from where she's laying on the floor, her glass empty beside her. She's not wasted, but she certainly isn't sober. ]

In the library, darling--

[family_remains]

[Familiar footsteps in a familiar house. He's wearing the same boots he always does. For him the end wasn't that long ago. For her it's been years. He doesn't know that.

To Evelyn's Paleblood Sam will register as an emotional wall of calm. No jumbled mess of thoughts and feelings. No mess of.. anything, actually. Maybe the Nothing should be a problem but it's better than her empathy senses getting bowled over, right?]

Hey, [He comes to a stop a few feet away and stands over her before dropping down to sit on the floor with a soft noise.]

How you doing.

[egyptologist]

[ How interesting. She can feel it, just...a void, almost. Calm, levelness. She feels him come in before she even opens her eyes, heavy footsteps on carpet. ]

Hello, Sam.

[ She cracks an eye, tips her head to look at him, hair fanned out behind her head. ]

Smashing. How are you?

[family_remains]

I've been worse.

[He rests back on one hand, the other sets down the bottle he brought and moves to touch her hair.]

I missed you.

[egyptologist]

[ She's a little older, a wrinkle or two around the eyes that you only get from chasing a toddler. Her hair is still thick as ever, perfume warm and amber, egyptian musk. ]

It's been a while, hasn't it. For me, anyway.

[family_remains]

Oh?

[She did look different. A little more grown up. Still beautiful as ever.]

How long?

[egyptologist]

Mmm..

[ She stretches out, flexing her fingers before pushing herself up to sitting. ]

Eight years.