07-30-2013, 11:58 AM
Here's the thing, Sid pops out of the woodwork and Sera's dark eyes are on the Orphan as she appears from behind one of the stacks. Reality cops Sid repeats and Sera gives her this little shrug by way of acknowledgment and awareness, see. It's sort of a yeah and also something like maybe y'all should talk to someone with a wee bit more authority about this sort of thing all wrapped up together. Because the larger the audience is for her bullshit on these topics of intellectual interest, the more immediate and prickling is her awareness of how fucking little she really knows.
Then That's Hawksley and she's doing that thing with her arms and he's smirking at her and kissing her on the crown of her head with his hand on her back and calling her you mad thing and, "Oh," she's saying, rather under her breath, a bit stiff beneath his hand but also rolling her eyes and muttering, " - I knew that." With a certain vehemence that says she knew no such thing.
"He's right too," to Grace more than Sid and rather quietly at that, then, with this upward lilt of her chin towards Hawksley as he goes to hug Sid. "Pretty much everything we do's in defiance of them, and their world view. Down to our fucking existence and every breath of magic in our blood and bones. Every vision, every breath, every time we open ourselves up to the pattern or spike in to the - what the fuck is it you see? was it data or something? is a great big fuck you to them.
"I mean, there was this whole war and shit," this to Grace and Sid both, with another little curl of her shoulders by way of a seriously, don't listen to me disclaimer. "Uh, you should ask someone else if you wanna know more? 'Cos I know fuck-all about it."
Then, a little comma between her brows, " - wait, when's your birthday?" to the Hermetic, as he and Sid share a (dangerous?) hug. (Sera's only response to Sid's confused glance, if she caught it, was a mild smirk and an encouraging upward lilt of her straight dark brows. "I didn't know it was your birthday. How old are you going to be?"
Then That's Hawksley and she's doing that thing with her arms and he's smirking at her and kissing her on the crown of her head with his hand on her back and calling her you mad thing and, "Oh," she's saying, rather under her breath, a bit stiff beneath his hand but also rolling her eyes and muttering, " - I knew that." With a certain vehemence that says she knew no such thing.
"He's right too," to Grace more than Sid and rather quietly at that, then, with this upward lilt of her chin towards Hawksley as he goes to hug Sid. "Pretty much everything we do's in defiance of them, and their world view. Down to our fucking existence and every breath of magic in our blood and bones. Every vision, every breath, every time we open ourselves up to the pattern or spike in to the - what the fuck is it you see? was it data or something? is a great big fuck you to them.
"I mean, there was this whole war and shit," this to Grace and Sid both, with another little curl of her shoulders by way of a seriously, don't listen to me disclaimer. "Uh, you should ask someone else if you wanna know more? 'Cos I know fuck-all about it."
Then, a little comma between her brows, " - wait, when's your birthday?" to the Hermetic, as he and Sid share a (dangerous?) hug. (Sera's only response to Sid's confused glance, if she caught it, was a mild smirk and an encouraging upward lilt of her straight dark brows. "I didn't know it was your birthday. How old are you going to be?"
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