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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: Alec/Corbie
Corbie laughed. "It's okay, I'm not gonna hold you to that." She slid off the piano bench. "But yeah, should prolly figure that out." She didn't want to worry Mildmay, among other things, even if she still wasn't very hungry.
Re: Alec/Corbie
He watched her stand up. "... You ever want to hear more songs, just let me know." Because it seemed to make her happy. Maybe that could be at least someone he could do for Rachel.
Re: Alec/Corbie
She kissed his hair before she let go and headed back to the cafe.