07-26-2013, 03:52 PM
Sera's face is rather narrow and her eyes are large but close-set and her brows rather straight (and rather darker than her bottle-blonde curls) but they spike upward as Shoshannah huffs off and her dark eyes linger on the teenager as she stalks from the kitchen, all venom and spike. She says nothing and makes no move to belay or interrupt Shoshannah but breathes out a breath that says, teenagers, what can you do which is, uh, pretty ironic coming from a girl who looks like Teenage Riot made flesh on her best days. And see, still her eyes linger, until the Dreamspeaker is out of immediate view.
That breath also serves as apology / brush-off of Grace's apology for that awkward moment where Sera's all let's link arms and Grace is all stiff no thanks which ends with Grace having her arms (tingling or otherwise) to herself and Sera with her hands not in her pockets because her author forgot she was wearing a sundress that probably does not have pockets but instead: linking in front of her like she's holding her own hand for a moment, then swinging free again as she leads Grace down toward the library.
And, talking,
"Well, see, one of the Traditions are the Virtual Adepts? Computer geeks, I suppose you would probably fit there," a narrow shrug of (growingly bony) shoulders beneath that not-prim little white dress. " - though I don't know of any in Denver I suppose you'd find them in the internet," - yes she said in the internet - "or whatever, too? But fuck if I know how you'd start doing that. They probably have some secret magickal hideout in games or whatever somewhere but I know fuck-all about computers,"
- the flash of a grin,
" - as I think we've established. I mean Dan puts music on my iPhone for me even if he hates it. Vinyl geek all the fucking way. 'Course you gotta be careful for a whole helluva lot of other reasons with that online shit because there's the Techs but that's probably WTF 102 right?"
"And," does she breathe? Probably has learned some circular breathing technique from Jim or: she's just a talker. "I am an Ecstatic. You remember the word I used for that feeling of oneness with the universe you were talking about? That feeling is kindof our jam.
"You should probably talk to Jim. He's one of us and he's a badass and he's smarter than me. Knows all kindsa shit about Ghandi and neuroscience. I mean, maybe you're more like us than you think."
That breath also serves as apology / brush-off of Grace's apology for that awkward moment where Sera's all let's link arms and Grace is all stiff no thanks which ends with Grace having her arms (tingling or otherwise) to herself and Sera with her hands not in her pockets because her author forgot she was wearing a sundress that probably does not have pockets but instead: linking in front of her like she's holding her own hand for a moment, then swinging free again as she leads Grace down toward the library.
And, talking,
"Well, see, one of the Traditions are the Virtual Adepts? Computer geeks, I suppose you would probably fit there," a narrow shrug of (growingly bony) shoulders beneath that not-prim little white dress. " - though I don't know of any in Denver I suppose you'd find them in the internet," - yes she said in the internet - "or whatever, too? But fuck if I know how you'd start doing that. They probably have some secret magickal hideout in games or whatever somewhere but I know fuck-all about computers,"
- the flash of a grin,
" - as I think we've established. I mean Dan puts music on my iPhone for me even if he hates it. Vinyl geek all the fucking way. 'Course you gotta be careful for a whole helluva lot of other reasons with that online shit because there's the Techs but that's probably WTF 102 right?"
"And," does she breathe? Probably has learned some circular breathing technique from Jim or: she's just a talker. "I am an Ecstatic. You remember the word I used for that feeling of oneness with the universe you were talking about? That feeling is kindof our jam.
"You should probably talk to Jim. He's one of us and he's a badass and he's smarter than me. Knows all kindsa shit about Ghandi and neuroscience. I mean, maybe you're more like us than you think."
But my heart is wild and my bones are steel
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula