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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: Jag - Closed to Sunny
Re: Jag - Closed to Sunny
Sunny smiled at that. "Concentrate on the song you want," she said, "and I'll take care of the rest."
Re: Jag - Closed to Sunny
Re: Jag - Closed to Sunny
She tipped her head to one side as she listened. "Interesting." It wasn't her taste, certainly, but she could definitely see it being Jag's. And she could also see performing to it.
Re: Jag - Closed to Sunny
Re: Jag - Closed to Sunny
"No," Sunny assured him with a shake of her head. "And even if it was, I'd want to do it anyway for the challenge." God knew there weren't a great many (responsible) things to do with her power here.
Re: Jag - Closed to Sunny
Re: Jag - Closed to Sunny
Re: Jag - Closed to Sunny
Re: Jag - Closed to Sunny
Sunny grinned back and held up her knife. "Whenever you're ready."
Re: Jag - Closed to Sunny