[ Blunt. She plucks the glass, falling into the empty stool with a heavy sort of grace; too practiced for true carelessness. Easily betrayed: The stubborn cant to her chin, eyes narrowed, speaks to an effort more tangible and true. Someone trying very hard to seem as though they're not -
(Of course she is, this is all fucking mad.)
She downs it like a shot. Observes, ]
I don't often dream of monsters.
[ What else to call red eyes, long ears? Some folktale crawled up from a farmer's well. ]
I
[ Blunt. She plucks the glass, falling into the empty stool with a heavy sort of grace; too practiced for true carelessness. Easily betrayed: The stubborn cant to her chin, eyes narrowed, speaks to an effort more tangible and true. Someone trying very hard to seem as though they're not -
(Of course she is, this is all fucking mad.)
She downs it like a shot. Observes, ]
I don't often dream of monsters.
[ What else to call red eyes, long ears? Some folktale crawled up from a farmer's well. ]