[GP/EP] Check-in Day

[st_igmatized]

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.

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Re: Corbie & Mildmay

[st_rikingblueeyes]

Corbie nodded and let it go, focusing her attention on finishing the soup.

Her tongue darted out to lick her lips when she set the bowl down. She hadn't really considered how much of her black mood was just not eating, but it seemed an obvious thing on the other side of it. Still... what was the word? Melancholy. But things didn't seem quite so bleak now. "I think I feel better," she said after a long pause.

Re: Corbie & Mildmay

[st_onecoldfox]

Felix hadn't shown up, and while he wouldn't say it, maybe didn't realize it exactly, inside Mildmay felt he'd know if Felix did. Or he'd kick up such a fuss there'd be no choice but to hear it, no matter where he was at the time.

He nodded. Better wasn't the same as good, but it was better. He'd have to thank Emma later. "Could go lay down a while, f'you want."

Re: Corbie & Mildmay

[st_rikingblueeyes]

Corbie smiled a little at that, unable to resist gently teasing, "With or without?"

Re: Corbie & Mildmay

[st_onecoldfox]

Mildmay's gaze was steady, his stony face as neutral as ever. "Guess."

Re: Corbie & Mildmay

[st_rikingblueeyes]

Corbie's face meanwhile got expressive to the point of exaggeration. She pouted at him, poking out her lip and making her eyes very big. It was bratty, but she was playing, which was something she wasn't doing earlier.

Re: Corbie & Mildmay

[st_onecoldfox]

Corbie's pout could melt the hardest of men, but her playing when just a few minutes ago she'd been too down to even eat, that was stronger.

"C'mon, then," Mildmay said, holding out a hand for her.

Re: Corbie & Mildmay

[st_rikingblueeyes]

Corbie gave him a little smile, a real one now, and put her hand in his. "Okay."