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Lydia Dietrich     It's been a calm week following the casting of the Great Seal, and Lydia has been spending most of that time on the Asteroid, only occasionally going down to Earth to meet with her fellow Justice League Dark members. The situation with the angels haven't been resolved, yet, but they have gotten something of a much deserved respite.

    It's late at night, and Lydia is in her and Mystique's suite, working away on her book that has been sorely neglected for the past couple of months. However, this is more of a distraction than anything else. A way to pass the time until her lover comes back for bed.
Raven Darkholme Six o'clock, and the koi get fed. Six-thirty, a small meeting to discuss the situation with the refugees that still can't return to New York, and those still in Genosha. Manhattan would be rebuilt, and people would eventually get to go home, but in the mean time those who had no place to go were still present. The number was reducing, but there were new stresses to be handled as those who didn't have a home to go back to started into what Mystique was calling 'the bitch and lament' stage.

By eight in the evening, she was headed back to her room for the night with two tablets in hand. One with the list of supplies needed for approval to 'acquire' and the other with a list of requests from people stuck on the asteroid. Some might be able to be moved to Genosha soon, far better conditions to live in there, but first Genosha needed a few more moved out.

Entering the room the first thing Mystique does is change her clothing. No more suit, instantly she's in a pair of white leggings and a tank top, real clothing that she 'wore' her suit over. Next she put the tablets on her desk, and the third thing was to walk over and kiss the top of Lydia's head.

"Don't let me interrupt you," she offers quietly with a smile.
Lydia Dietrich     Lydia swivels in her chair and stands up to give Mystique a proper kiss. "You're not interrupting," she says, resting her hands on her lovers waist. "I wanted to talk to you." Another kiss and she moves to one of the comfortable chairs that have been placed around the room.

    "It's time for me to go into the Duat," she says. "Tomorrow evening I'll be heading out." She draws her legs up to tuck underneath her. "I... I'm nervous as hell about it. And a bit afraid. It's going to be dangerous and I'm responsible for getting everybody out of there alive."

    She looks up, "I've never lead a team before. I don't know what I'm doing."
Raven Darkholme The kisses are returned, and Mystique hugs Lydia before she moves to sit in one of the chairs.

"You know what you're doing," she corrects softly, then walks over to one of the weapon cases. "You just haven't done it before, so it's scary. If you weren't scared, then you'd have to worry."

Opening the case, she reaches in to remove a very old looking metal gun case. "I remember you said you wanted something... dear, something connected to me? Am I remembering that right?" She then asks, closing the case and walking over to the other chair.

"Lydia, you have to be confident in your abilities, in /you/. I know you question everything about yourself, about what your doing, is it the right thing, what other possible ways could that thing have been done, that sort of thing. When you lead, you don't get the luxury of second guessing yourself. You make a decision, then you follow through, and I know you can do it."
Lydia Dietrich     Lydia nods, "Yeah. Something physical to connect me to you. It'll help me find my way back. Our love is powerful, as cheesy as it sounds, and it will act kind of like a compass for me. Showing me the way back... to you."

    "I know I doubt myself a lot," she says. "I guess I still see myself as that out of work schoolteacher, but so much has happened to me, I've come so far." She's silent for a moment, "I think I'll be okay," she says. "I just hope that the Beast in me won't get in the way. If we're on the same page, then we'll be okay."

    "I just... I just need to get my jitters out now. And then become a mess afterwards," she concludes. "I'm grateful that I can be this way around you, that I can let it out and you can just... accept it."
Raven Darkholme Mystique settles into the chair then sets the metal case on the table between the chairs to open it. Inside is a revolver that was crafted in the late 1800s, ivory handle, still in a leather holster and belt that has been well taken care of for years and years.

"This is the only thing I own with any sentimental value," she offers, pulling the gun and holster out to show Lydia more closely. "It's probably not the sort of thing most people would consider a keep sake, but this is the first gun I actually purchased as my own."

She offers the gun over to her love, "It's not loaded." she then adds with a smile. "So tonight, you and I can lay out on the bed and you can talk about your fears and worries, and I'll try to offer what advice I can while holding you."
Lydia Dietrich     Lydia carefully takes the revolver and pulls it out of the holster. She handles it like it's the most precious thing in the world, and turns it over in her hands. "Thank you," she says, "for this. I'll protect it like my life depended on it." She looks up with a grin, "Which I guess, it kind of does."

    She slips the gun back in its holster, and lets a tendril of ectoplasm take it and set it on her desk. "I think I'd like that. Cuddling with you always makes things better."
Raven Darkholme Now that the gun is presented and taken, Mystique stands back up and, if Lydia permits, scoops her up in her arms.

"Cuddling with you is the highlight of any day, my love," she says with a soft smile, then places a kiss on Lydia's lips.

If Lydia permitted herself to be picked up, Mystique would carry her to the bedroom, other wise Mystique will merely head that way. "The gun is secondary to you protecting yourself, really you're the more valuable and sentimental of the two choices."
Lydia Dietrich     Lydia allows herself to be picked up and carried to the bedroom, throwing her arms around Mystique's neck. She returns the kiss and smiles lovingly up at her. "I miss being able to spend the entire night together," she says, a little bit of sadness in her voice. "But I think we do well enough given what we have to work with."

    She scoots back once she's placed on the bed, so her back is propped up on the headrest. "I know," she says. "And if I have to lose it, I will. It means much to you, and it's very much my lifeline back to the living, so I'm being very literal when I say that our lives depends on it." She gives Mystique a wry grin, "No pressure, right?"

    "We shouldn't be gone longer than a day," she says. "So if you haven't heard from me in 24 hours, give the JLD a call. They probably won't know any more than you will," she admits, "but we'll see if we can't get a message out to them somehow. I'll give you some numbers to call."

    "Think of me when I'm gone. It'll help strengthen our connection when we make our way back." She gives Mystique a small grin, "I know you're not much of a romantic, but our love leaves a kind of psychic residue on each other and can have a tangible effect when you're dealing with other planes. Kind of like how after we cuddle I can smell myself on you. So think of me, and between that and the gun, I should hear you."
Raven Darkholme Once Lydia situates herself on the bed, Mystique climbs in and slides up beside her, one arm going around her body so she can lean against her. "I've been working my schedule around a little, up later in the day so I can spend time with you at night," she says leaning her head against Lydia's. "It's working, but I do miss spending all night snuggled against you."

Grabbing a blanket, she pulls it up around herself and Lydia, not that she's cold or that Lydia's gets cold, it merely adds to the snuggling. She missed this, but with everything that had happened in the past six months, from Lydia's near death changing when they could interact, and the angels attack, these moments were rare and sorely missed.

"The only number I have for the JLD is Jon," she finally says after a moment of just enjoying Lydia's presence. "But you should know, you are /always/ in my thoughts Lydia. I intend to do nothing tomorrow, a few minor things, other wise I will be thinking about you. You're right, I don't do romantic very well, but that psychic residue? I believe that."

Turning a little she kisses Lydia's neck lightly, then wraps her other arm around her as well. "Scents are some of the strongest indicators on the planet, they /have/ to carry over into other planes."