it could be any number of loose imaginings. maybe it's the shatter glass burn of whatever's tainting the air, how robin can feel all of it twisting in each body keenly when she gets too close, a resonance that she's been trying to temper ever since she'd first arrived. or it could just be the hotel playing its tricks while she remains none the wiser. she's walked the lobby, the hallways lined with suites and seen images in every reflection β some foreign and lurid, while others mock her of home.
because she's seen her brother in some of these illusions. she could almost see him here, too, between the static and lick of color in the air. she stares at this man and blinks those afterimages away but it's always the feeling that stays. )
Don't you? (know the rules of this world, but it isn't pointed at unkindly, but maybe halfway to coy when she's regarding him with a small smile on her face, and a sweeter, plying tone. this man's gotten very lucky to have what he has without the necessary experience to have it. if he were to have said this to anyone else, then surely they'd have other questions to ask of him. they'd see that he was faking it and throw him out.
but she doesn't shatter his illusion. she only tips her head at him and... covers the misstep. ) ... But I suppose you're right. Sometimes our greatest efforts don't seem to be enough. Even so, as long as we have wings, we must continue to try to fly.
( ... a lighter, breathy laugh at her own private joke. )
... thank you. For your wise encouragement... and for your understanding. ( no expectations... if it was this person, if it really had to be a stranger, if he'd really be this kindβ ) To be honest, I was feeling a little weary already... I took on this job before I learned it'd stretch for the next 168 hours.
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it could be any number of loose imaginings. maybe it's the shatter glass burn of whatever's tainting the air, how robin can feel all of it twisting in each body keenly when she gets too close, a resonance that she's been trying to temper ever since she'd first arrived. or it could just be the hotel playing its tricks while she remains none the wiser. she's walked the lobby, the hallways lined with suites and seen images in every reflection β some foreign and lurid, while others mock her of home.
because she's seen her brother in some of these illusions. she could almost see him here, too, between the static and lick of color in the air. she stares at this man and blinks those afterimages away but it's always the feeling that stays. )
Don't you? ( know the rules of this world, but it isn't pointed at unkindly, but maybe halfway to coy when she's regarding him with a small smile on her face, and a sweeter, plying tone. this man's gotten very lucky to have what he has without the necessary experience to have it. if he were to have said this to anyone else, then surely they'd have other questions to ask of him. they'd see that he was faking it and throw him out.
but she doesn't shatter his illusion. she only tips her head at him and... covers the misstep. ) ... But I suppose you're right. Sometimes our greatest efforts don't seem to be enough. Even so, as long as we have wings, we must continue to try to fly.
( ... a lighter, breathy laugh at her own private joke. )
... thank you. For your wise encouragement... and for your understanding. ( no expectations... if it was this person, if it really had to be a stranger, if he'd really be this kindβ ) To be honest, I was feeling a little weary already... I took on this job before I learned it'd stretch for the next 168 hours.
But I β really only have myself to blame...