The Roof, Late Wednesday Night

[bitchy_smurf]

One could only spend so many evenings almost-politely pretending not to watch Sam Winchester sleep before one needed to find alternate amusements. Up here, there was sky, at least, and stars, and in the distance, the sea. The universe was still too small, but not as small as that choked-off box of wriggling human larvae had been today, drenched in the stench of sweat, fear, and testosterone.

Illyria didn't smell like testosterone. She didn't smell like anything, and she looked...like Illyria.

You could ask.

You could.

[OOC: Open at least until I craaaash!]

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[bitchy_smurf]

Illyria shook her head. "Not from this distance."

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

That was one tidbit filed away. "You look unaffected by the change."

[bitchy_smurf]

She might have been. She might not have been. She might have checked out of curiosity and laughed.

"I'm not a woman."

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"Yes, you mentioned you were a god." Azula kept her eyes forward. She had no desire to check anything.

[bitchy_smurf]

Illyria turned her face to the skyline. "I was."

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

If Azula felt confined and her wings clipped she could only wonder how it must be for a being like Illyria. "This world must not feel like it's enough."

[bitchy_smurf]

No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die.

"I used to walk between many. That power is gone." Illyria studied the waves in the distance. "This island is...odd. It's a place in the middle where anyone can walk. I cannot decide if that's comforting or salt in the wound."