percy
She/Her
twenty-four
may 15
anistar city
graysexual
astronomer
grunt
will fate slowly crystallize in every soul i've ever known?
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PERSEPHONE CARTIER
corvus [m]
POSTED ON Mar 28, 2022 2:24:37 GMT
[nospaces]
well. she certainly didn't expect that violent of a reaction. the sudden jolt up and the nervous laughter, and the way he's so quick to conceal the lower half of his face is enough too alarm anyone; hell, she's the only person at the brunt of his sudden urgency, and seeing him get so jumpy is enough to put her on her nerves. it wasn't something she'd seen before - at least, not from him. the usual, casual demeanour is more something she's used to, so needless to say, she grew.. slightly concerned. thinking about it, though, maybe it does make some sense (she just saw something that she felt like she shouldn't have seen, with the scars across his face being plain for her, though she ponders on her next words, and loathe is she to tell or act a lie). [break][break]
the air leaves her lungs as she lets out a soft, yet deep exhale into the night. her head lifts as her gaze is turned back to the distance, looking not-so-focused at the hills in the distance, at the horizon that separates the land with the heavens. ".. yeah." she responds, softly. coldly. just as she always does - not because of what she sees, or how she feels, but because of how she is, spending her time under the stars more often than people. people don't like coming out in the night, she's found. [break][break]
his sudden anxiety that quickly transitioned into his usual, upbeat demeanour sticks with her, however, and amethyst eyes soon move to gaze at the lights that dance in the shape of what his lips should be portraying. it's a smile, she sees so clearly in the night, and he's so quick to try and shift the conversation to the stars. alright, astor. she'll humour you and your attempt to move away from your face. only after a little bit of pensive thinking. only after she tucks the knowledge in the back of her mind. "yes, the stars are very beautiful tonight," she starts, "the night is very calming itself, too. i hope i didn't startle you too much." [break][break]
persephone lifts herself back up properly, moving to the duffel bag to unzip it, pulling out a stand and a folded in scope to begin setting up in the usual place (she's surprised that there's been no dent in the soil nor the grass, with how often she's come here to plant the telescope in the same area). deep breath, persephone. take in the fresh air and the smell of fresh grass in the night to soothe yourself, and to relieve yourself (of the never ending reminder that you've turned to a life of crime, just so you can appreciate and learn about this night sky for just another day. just another day). [break][break]
... she wants to stay quiet about it. so desperately does she want to pass by and brush it off, but there's a feeling that eats at her (telling her that if she doesn't speak about it now, he won't let her speak about it ever). so after a deep breath, she turns her head to meet his gaze and ask[break][break]
"did i startle you?"[break][break]
she asks, but she knows she wants to ask why do you wear the mask? but maybe she'll be pushing it too much. she's already pushed enough, seeing him without it.
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