[open] we had enough to welcome winter

[imakemyway]

She's sitting outside a cafe, her bare hands wrapped around a cup of coffee to keep them warm. It's cold outside, snowing actually, and few enough people have chosen to stay outside that she practically has the tables out here to herself, but Irene is enjoying the snow. She's been south recently, and the cold is a welcome change.

She isn't expecting anyone, but she doesn't have many plans for the day. Company wouldn't be an unpleasant addition to her peaceful outing. Unless they bring trouble, but then, Irene is always ready for trouble. Just in case.

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[itwasntworkingforme]

Molly is looking quite pleased with herself.. She's got bags and bags of things in her arms and is wrapped up well for the winier chill. She's been out all day, having taken the day off from work and has used the time to go shopping for gifts.

She couldn't be happier when she spots Irene and she closes the distance between them rather quickly. "Hello yo!" She greets cheerfully with a kiss to the woman's cheek

[imakemyway]

She smiles brightly, getting to her feet as Molly approaches to greet her. She wraps one arm around the other woman, careful to avoid knocking her bags, and returns the kiss with one of her own.

"Hello, darling. You look like you've been busy."

[itwasntworkingforme]

"it's my day off," she explains. "had to make sure I got as much done as I could." She rattles the bags in Irene's direction. "Holiday's are coming up faster than I know what to do with.

Setting down the bags, she makes herself comfortable in the chair next to Irene. "I didn't know you were in the city," she says cheerfully "You should have run, e could ahve gotten together sooner."

Leanan sidhe-verse

[letmewritelies]

There's a boy in a skirt wandering the streets, his feet and arms are bare and he looks like he's freezing and yet smiling all the same There's a spring to his step, a song on his lips His arms are in the air and he looks like he's reeving in the snow.

He stops a few feet away from Irene, crouching down and starting to draw in the snow, mixing words and pictures and grinning to himself,, even though he knows the whole thing will get trampled over soon enough.

[imakemyway]

She watches him from her table at first, but curiosity gets the better of her and it's only a few minutes before she gets to her feet, moving closer. She's careful not to walk over what he's done so far, and she doesn't try to hide herself as she studies what he's done.

She watches the boy himself out of the corner of her eye as she crouches down to study one of the words closer, trying to make out what it says.

[letmewritelies]

He's scrawling out a mixture of myths, bleeding together the Holly king and Persephone and others. The words are elaborate and there are pictures within them. He constructs the tale in spirals, one leading to the next until they're covering the sidewalk.

Eventually he looks up at her, smiling just a little s he does so. "Not much of a medium to capture stories," he says, his voice tired but content..

Beause we wanted to do this post anyway and I figure now's a good a time as any.

[losemyselfinriddles]

Falling fast, falling free, fall, oh fall, oh fall with me

She hums to herself as she moves, muttering the words, her arms wrapped tight around herself. She's not dressed for the weather and it's obvious she's cold It's also obvious that she's lost

She's not scared, not yet she's more excited than anything, but she's worried too. Clint doesn't seem to be anywhere near by and she doesn't know what he's going to do if he can't find her. She knows he's afraid of her disappearing but she never means to, it just happens.

Works for me :D

[imakemyway]

The words catch her ear before the girl catches her eye. She turns towards the noise, and her expression melts into a frown as she takes in the girl's clothing, her expression.

She gets to her feet and moves towards her, calling out when she's close enough to be heard without shouting. "Are you all right?"

[losemyselfinriddles]

She blinks, tilting her head in a bird=ike fashion, studying the woman before slowly shaking her head. "I'm lost," she informs. It....It's not New York. It's not the US. London, I think but I could be wrong I might remember it wrong. I remember so much wrong. I get things mixed up and confused. It's not home and it's not Wonderland and it's not anywhere I've been to in a long time."

She grins. "It's cold though! I like the cold."

[nobodyknowstheway]

Although she does not belong to her, Saturday still finds herself fond of Irene. So that's why she's creeping up behind her, resting her hands on hr shoulders and pressing a kiss t her cheek..

She knows Friday won't mind, what's hers is theirs and they've always been good at sharing with each other.

[imakemyway]

There's not many people that can sneak up on Irene, which is why she's not particularly worried when someone manages it, because she can only think of four people who can. So she's mostly unconcerned when she feels hands on her shoulders and looks to see who it is, and downright pleased when she sees Saturday.

"Good to see you, dear," she says warmly, leaning up to kiss Saturday's cheek in return. She reaches a hand up to take hold of Saturday's wrist, pulling her around and into her lap if the girl will allow.

[nobodyknowstheway]

She settles into Irene's lap quite easily, wrapping her arms around the woman's neck and pressing another kiss to her cheek. "And you," she says cheerfully. "Friday says hi and oh!"

She digs around he pockets for a few moments, eventually pulling out a pieces of broken glass. It looks like it had been a part of a stained glass picture but now it's only a shard.

"From us," she sing-songs.

[riseupsinging]

William is trying to gt used to having a newold plae to live. It feels the same, at least for the most par but minor details stand out to him. There are little, skewed things that make the place not home.

He's trying to orient himself to the city which proves to not be very hard. It's similar enough that he can navigate it pretty easily and with a map, he's fine. He's got a couple bags hanging off o one arm, mostly staples like milk and bread and he was on his way back to the flat they're staying at, when he spies Irene.

He hangs back for a few moments, studying her to make sure she's approachable but then he's closing the distance betwen them, smiling and waving with the hand that's holding eh map. "hello," he greets cheerfully.