one that she thinks she recognizes, anyway. she's had invisible hands pushing at her in the casino and the other parts of this grand hotel and even the brute force of their interloping couldn't possibly compare to this subtle gravity, the way that the silence is almost companionable... until it isn't.
something in the tone of his voice sets her at ease, and although robin has made it a point not to look anyone in the eye in case she gets recognized — force of habit, really, when universal fame won't look too kindly on a young star in this kind of setting (she doesn't have an onlyf*ns page unless sparkle had set one up in that odd interim) — it really is much too easy to tip her face up at this stranger to regard him properly. )
I've only started today, sir.
( "more natural."
she doesn't tell him, the natural thing to do here isn't something that either one of them seems naturally inclined to do at all. how odd for a man of his standing to have the kind of currency in spades to gamble it all in the games that she's seen so far, and still seem so withdrawn... all observations that she never voices out loud. ) It's why my wings are so small, you see.
( like a private joke, her back straightening to flex her stationary wings, her face scrunching up with the kind of expression that sunday must've seen somewhere else, in another time, on a small stage that he'd decorated himself with paper cut-outs, fresh paint, and table cloth. )
Do you think... if I'm really good and earn my keep...
Perhaps I'll get even bigger ones, and I'll be able to fly out of here?
... a sunday emoji
one that she thinks she recognizes, anyway. she's had invisible hands pushing at her in the casino and the other parts of this grand hotel and even the brute force of their interloping couldn't possibly compare to this subtle gravity, the way that the silence is almost companionable... until it isn't.
something in the tone of his voice sets her at ease, and although robin has made it a point not to look anyone in the eye in case she gets recognized — force of habit, really, when universal fame won't look too kindly on a young star in this kind of setting (she doesn't have an onlyf*ns page unless sparkle had set one up in that odd interim) — it really is much too easy to tip her face up at this stranger to regard him properly. )
I've only started today, sir.
( "more natural."
she doesn't tell him, the natural thing to do here isn't something that either one of them seems naturally inclined to do at all. how odd for a man of his standing to have the kind of currency in spades to gamble it all in the games that she's seen so far, and still seem so withdrawn... all observations that she never voices out loud. ) It's why my wings are so small, you see.
( like a private joke, her back straightening to flex her stationary wings, her face scrunching up with the kind of expression that sunday must've seen somewhere else, in another time, on a small stage that he'd decorated himself with paper cut-outs, fresh paint, and table cloth. )
Do you think... if I'm really good and earn my keep...
Perhaps I'll get even bigger ones, and I'll be able to fly out of here?