07-29-2013, 07:55 AM
"Hell yeah, are you kidding me?" Sera returned glancing over her shoulder at Grace to take in the other woman's expression. A certain directness to the look with which Sera favors her, this steady and quiet survey that takes in the expression around the edges of the smile as well as the smile itself. They're in shadow in the library until Sera reaches for the lights, and in the darkness her eyes glitter with reflected light from the living space up the stairs. "Waking up's a Big Fucking Deal.
"People mark passages, right? Crossings, borders. Places where definitions start to blur, and that's what's happening to for and by you, isn't it?
"It's so fucking amazing, Grace. You have no idea. - "
And then the library doors open and Grace makes that eeeeeee noise and Sera falls a little bit in love and throws her head back, laughing out loud in the quiet hum of the sealed library. Oh yes, the titles were... Odd.
While Grace starts to browse, Sera starts to circle to a particular shelf. She's spent enough time in here on her own research (which might suprise anyone who knows her) that she knows exactly where to go, but then Grace asks about the Technocracy and Sera pauses, glancing back at Grace. The chasing note of puzzlement on the Cultist's features suggests that she has literally never considered the provenance of the word until Grace just broke it down for her.
"Huh," like a lightbulb, " - yeah, I mean. I guess that's what they are. Like Big Brother right? They're like the Reality Cops or something. The man. Make a spectacle of yourself and you might bring them down on you." And then, a little chill, Sera's eyes all unfocused and searching the room, the library, its rafters, the hushed quiet of its mechanically cooled air. She breathes out sharply; breathes out the memory of an unconscious girl and a bullet through the heart and a wholly different awakening, collapsing entirely into ash. The blitheness leaves her voice, and Sera's eyes find Grace again. Fix on her, this brief and haunted air about her as she admonishes, quietly, with a spare little smile. " - so, you know. Don't do that."
"People mark passages, right? Crossings, borders. Places where definitions start to blur, and that's what's happening to for and by you, isn't it?
"It's so fucking amazing, Grace. You have no idea. - "
And then the library doors open and Grace makes that eeeeeee noise and Sera falls a little bit in love and throws her head back, laughing out loud in the quiet hum of the sealed library. Oh yes, the titles were... Odd.
While Grace starts to browse, Sera starts to circle to a particular shelf. She's spent enough time in here on her own research (which might suprise anyone who knows her) that she knows exactly where to go, but then Grace asks about the Technocracy and Sera pauses, glancing back at Grace. The chasing note of puzzlement on the Cultist's features suggests that she has literally never considered the provenance of the word until Grace just broke it down for her.
"Huh," like a lightbulb, " - yeah, I mean. I guess that's what they are. Like Big Brother right? They're like the Reality Cops or something. The man. Make a spectacle of yourself and you might bring them down on you." And then, a little chill, Sera's eyes all unfocused and searching the room, the library, its rafters, the hushed quiet of its mechanically cooled air. She breathes out sharply; breathes out the memory of an unconscious girl and a bullet through the heart and a wholly different awakening, collapsing entirely into ash. The blitheness leaves her voice, and Sera's eyes find Grace again. Fix on her, this brief and haunted air about her as she admonishes, quietly, with a spare little smile. " - so, you know. Don't do that."
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