Envy's Duplex, The Hegemony Compound, Ribeirao Preto, Wednesday

There was a bouquet of roses on Envy's coffee table. Happy Valentine's Day to our Valentine. Some things just didn't seem to change.

Envy was twenty-six today. It was weird to think about - at times it felt like she'd breezed through six years in the span of two. Maybe it was all the living in several drastically different multiversal timezones. Or just all the handwaving.

But it was her birthday, and she had taken the day off from everything. Business was going great, and would survive this one day without her while she loafed around the apartment in her expensive robe with music playing in the background.

She wouldn't have admitted it to anyone, but she was making up for her previous birthday. A ritzy party with her at the centre of everyone's attention was a thing she enjoyed, to be sure, but... It hadn't felt right. Not for her birthday. (And then she'd had the fight with Jim, and it had gotten worse.) Birthdays were private, not a PR event. No matter how many rock icons were in attendance.

Here, today, it was just the one.

Her.

And she liked it that way.

[ooc: NFB but open!]