[ Old, familiar faces, you say? Well there are few as old as she is — though perhaps her face is less familiar these days. When you have supposedly existed since from the very beginning, it pays to change things up from time to time. Of all people, of all gods, Janus should understand that.
Her penthouse is located at the very top of her apartment building and the glass encased living room opens up onto a swimming pool — half inside and half out. At night time she often floats in the gently lapping water, staring up into the night sky — her domain. When Janus comes to call, she swims to the lip of the pool, her long black hair spread out around her in the water like coils of ink. ]
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Her penthouse is located at the very top of her apartment building and the glass encased living room opens up onto a swimming pool — half inside and half out. At night time she often floats in the gently lapping water, staring up into the night sky — her domain. When Janus comes to call, she swims to the lip of the pool, her long black hair spread out around her in the water like coils of ink. ]
Now there's a familiar face, [ she says.
Badum ching. ]