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The hand that's not clutched in Eris' closes the door behind them as Daniel follows the goddess into his apartment. The place is empty except for his fish, and if they're surprised to see a beautiful blonde precede him into the living room, it's impossible to tell from their faces.

"Uh, this is my apartment...kitchen, living room, dining room of sorts...bathroom..." Daniel points out all the rooms as he speaks their name, then blushes faintly, pointing behind them. "And that would be my bedroom we just came out of, if it wasn't the bar instead."

Date: 2005-01-02 08:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
She looks around, still grinning. "Small, but cozy. I like it." She walks over to the tank to examine the fish. "Any of these kids have names?"

Date: 2005-01-02 08:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
She looks at the last fish for a moment, then snickers, looking up at Daniel.

"Don't ever tell him I told you this, but it actually kinda looks like him."

Date: 2005-01-02 08:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
After the first repetition, she moves away from the fish to start studying the bookshelves. She's easily lost in the titles, at first...

... but after the fourth repetition, she tears herself away, and walks over to him.

After the fifth, she touches his arm, lightly. "Daniel?"

After the sixth, she pulls him away from the answering machine, and wraps her arms around him, whispering to him.

"Be calm, my Daniel, be calm... do not fall apart now, or you will have a harder time helping bring him home."

Date: 2005-01-02 08:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
So she sighs, and smiles, and presses a kiss to his temple, and leads him over to the couch, and sits with him, holding him, and lightly stroking his hair.

Anything he asks, she'll give him.

Date: 2005-01-02 09:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
She holds him close, rocking gently, comforting him as one would any child. She hums quietly for a few minutes, until it seems as though the very air is playing music, and then she lets the harps in the air continue as she sighs once more.

What's left of the bottle of apple brandy from the bar makes its way to Daniel's coffee table, and pours itself into a glass.

It's there when he's ready for it.

Date: 2005-01-02 09:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
She looks at him wordlessly, her eyes very green, and passes him the glass of brandy.

"Don't lie to me, Daniel. You know I know."

The harps are still playing faintly in the background.

Maybe he'll think it's just the stereo.

Date: 2005-01-02 10:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
"Apology accepted." She leans over and kisses him lightly on the cheek, lacing her fingers through his at the same time.

"I don't think you're a weakling, either. And thank you for telling me the truth."

Date: 2005-01-03 02:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
"Don't worry, my Daniel. Sleep."

Maybe it's the brandy, or maybe it's the long day, but he's feeling tired, isn't he? She pulls the glass out of his hand, letting it sit on the table, and tugs lightly on his hand, leaning back on the couch and pulling his head to rest on her shoulder.

"I'm here, Daniel, rest."

Date: 2005-01-03 07:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
She smiles when, not long after, he's fallen asleep against her shoulder, as she thought he might; and it's the work of but a moment to arrange things so that she can carry him to bed.

It's a rather amusing picture, really, as he's got a good eight or nine inches height on her... but that doesn't bother her.

She tucks him into bed, smoothing back his hair and pressing a kiss to his forehead, and watches him for a moment as he settles more deeply into sleep. She smiles.

Date: 2005-01-03 07:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
And then she leaves his bedroom and goes back to studying his bookshelves and the contents therein. She grins at the unfamiliar titles and starts to read.

Date: 2005-01-03 08:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
At some point in the small hours of the morning, Eris gets an idea. He's still asleep, she sees, but...

She doesn't waste time on her quick trip to San Francisco to have a few Words with Mal-2, even if he is calling himself Dexter Sinister these days. Not much more than an hour has passed before she returns to Daniel's apartment, a small thin black-bound book with the image of a golden apple on the cover.

She moves quietly over to his "dining room of sorts" - read "office" - and looks around on his desk before finding an open spot next to an old-fashioned typewriter. She tucks the book next to it, and then shrugs and adds a golden apple of a paperweight on top of it as well.






And then she goes back to the couch, grabbing a handbound book that appears to be an Abydonian language primer, and settles in to read until he wakes.

Date: 2005-01-03 10:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
She looks up, watching him with a faint smile, but doesn't speak yet.

She closes the book, though, as she's finished it and three others like it.

Date: 2005-01-03 10:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
Her smile widens.

"Good morning, Daniel. At least you remembered eventually. How did you sleep?"

Date: 2005-01-03 11:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com
She chuckles quietly. "I'm glad you slept well. Mostly... mostly I read. And learned a new language."

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