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strangetrip2018-05-15 12:18 am
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[GP/EP] Check-in Day
It was a musical day at the Madonna Inn, both inside and out. Curnen had taken her usual place up on the roof and was singing charms to the sky to keep any wanderers from getting lost (though that part of it was not immediately obvious). Unrelated to that, Sunny was on the dance floor in the bar, summoning songs of her own with her knife to keep her moving before she went to do her shift at the library later. It was one of those days where if she thought about it too hard she’d start thinking about that empty bed in her shitty room and the person she most wanted to be there.
This of course eventually seeped into her magic. She knew better. Maybe she’d even wanted that to happen.
Because just once, between different pop hits and dance beats came a rather unexpected French love song. She sighed and rolled her eyes, but the exasperation didn’t last. Before the lyrics started up she was waltzing. By herself and not caring how it might have looked. And for those three and a half minutes, she dared let herself hope for the slimmest chance that Orlu might come through that door.
She didn’t let herself hope too hard, though. There was admitting to feeling things and there was setting yourself up for certain disappointment. She’d lived too long with disappointment to do that to herself.
This of course eventually seeped into her magic. She knew better. Maybe she’d even wanted that to happen.
Because just once, between different pop hits and dance beats came a rather unexpected French love song. She sighed and rolled her eyes, but the exasperation didn’t last. Before the lyrics started up she was waltzing. By herself and not caring how it might have looked. And for those three and a half minutes, she dared let herself hope for the slimmest chance that Orlu might come through that door.
She didn’t let herself hope too hard, though. There was admitting to feeling things and there was setting yourself up for certain disappointment. She’d lived too long with disappointment to do that to herself.
Re: Rocket & Snow
"It's the cannon. 'Cause it's just that great." Could, possibly, be both. But neither he nor Snow, Rocket thought, was especially interested in getting drippy about things. "Maybe we'll go blow up rocks or some shit outside sometime."
Re: Rocket & Snow
No, Snow White wasn't a drippy sort of girl. She'd showed him she still had the necklace, what better way to say 'I missed you and I thought about you and how you were a lot'? There was no need for anything more.
And... Snow loved her gun more than she would ever love any other weapon. Rose Red had been her constant companion for most of her life. That said, it was a cannon. How could she possibly resist? "I wouldn't object to that."
Re: Rocket & Snow
Re: Rocket & Snow
Snow nodded. "I'm out in the stable most of the day. Find me if and when you wanna do that." Right now it looked like he wanted to keep working his way through that bottle and Snow couldn't blame him. "I should probably get back out there."