#precise-desolation

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James watched the tiny redhead - Natasha, lord knew he’d written it on enough cups of coffee - as she sipped her morning cup.  Black, as usual.  For some reasons, although fuck if he could figure out what that reason was.  She seemed to hate coffee.  Based on her expressions, it was right up there with things like toxic waste.

“You know,” he said, leaning his elbow on the counter.  Elbow, singular.  He’d not bothered with the prosthesis today.  The whole staff were vets, so he was far from the only one with scars.  Anybody who came into Reveille should be able to guess from the name alone what they were getting themselves into.  “I wouldn’t normally say this, but I’ve watched you make faces at your coffee every morning for at least a month now.  You are allowed to get flavoring, or at least some cream and sugar.  Drinking it black doesn’t make it any more caffeinated and it doesn’t make you look any older.”

Natasha paused, cup halfway to her mouth. And then she blinked owlishly at the man in front of her, trying to process the fact that the noises he was making were actually words and not gibberish. Then again, it was English. The entire language was gibberish. Coffee, she decided, needed to come first before her whole multilingual brain decided to wake the fuck up. So she downed a good portion of the cup and forced her brain to actually function. 

[[You might find people from the Supernatural and X-Files fandoms who would be interested in playing with a muse from anything Exorcist related. I think we need an ‘itty bitty fandom mun’ club or something.

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“Well,” he muses, pale blue eyes thoughtful. “I suppose it’s because I’ve lived through great tragedy. I’ve been down here long enough to know that you’ve got to see the joy in the hard times because there is never a moment that is truly free from the spectre of Death.”