South Attic

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka flops down on her bed to wait for Lee. She's trying to do her homework, but 'yana's gone back to Limbo maybe, Callisto was dressed like man which is very disturbing, and she has Lee's teaset and his cozy things spread out around her bed.

She feels very girly and she's not liking it one bit. Especially since she's already been subjected to the indignity of shopping today. Shopping for a dress.

Next someone's going to tell her she's beautiful or cute or sweet or something. And she's going to...

To beg for death beg for sex smile and nod and say thank you.

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[leeadama.livejournal.com]

*knocks on the door* Beka?

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*is nervous*

*gets up and opens door* Hey, Lee. Want to come in?





(OOC: Beka-mun in bad connection hell. If I disappear, I'll be back.)

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

If you've got a spare place to sleep and a shower I can use, I'd LOVE to come in, Beka.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

I've got a bed, or you can cuddle with me if you're feeling sad. And...

*opens the door to show him his stuffed animals and tea-set*

I have a few of the things that I figured mattered most. I didn't want to leave them with the zombie arm.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

*Lee looks pretty blankly at all the stuff*

I'd like to just sit and write a bit if you don't mind?

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*draws him inside*

Sure, hon. I'll make you some tea, just like you do for me. And we can talk if you want, and not if you don't.

Come. Sit.

*starts making tea*

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

*Lee sit and leans back in the chair, feeling quiet and melancholy*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*when the tea is ready, Beka brings it to him, wondering if maybe she shouldn't pour him a shot of whiskey to go with it*

If there's anything else...

*strokes a hand over his shoulders and kisses the top of his head*

I'm here.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

It's late, and Beka's tired. Lee's still writing, and she's worried about him. He's hardly spoken, but he seems comfortable here in her space. That's a good thing. At least she can give him that.

He seems to have skipped right over the part of being upset about the prank into something deeper and more upsetting to him. Whatever it is, she hopes he knows he can talk to her when he's ready.

Meantime, she's going to sleep, in 'yana's bed. But she'll leave the door open and a light on, in case Lee doesn't want to be alone when he's ready for sleep.