[Figuring he's the expert anyway, it's even easier to give no further thought to the matter, being sure that Tech knows exactly what he's talking about. As her thoughts begin to lose their harder edges, she smiles. It's been awhile since she felt so warm--looked so much like sunshine. If it weren't for the dilation of her pupils, Belladonna would look like she's been cured.]
My other son was even older than me. Probably twice my age, even.
[It feels kind of silly now, really, doesn't it? She laughs, and she's sure that her laughter rising above her like expanding, colorful bubbles.]
[ He says like it's the most novel thing in the world. Belladonna wanting to be a mother. As though it's not the wish of many women. Especially women who come from a backwater place like her. But he scoots closer, tucking his arm around her back. ]
Well you got a taste at playing house at least. And if birthing some gnarled demon baby is on your agenda, I think it might be possible here. You could be a real mother.
[ He laughs, snuggling into her -- nose brushing against the hollow of her neck. His voice drops, a quiet whisper free and airy against her skin. ]
If you listen closely, you can hear the colors every time they shift, you know.
[ There's an odd sort of allure about the way she whispers of this chaos. And he's there for the journey with her, wanting to see her bring as much chaos to Penance as possible. It would be even more brilliant coming from her because no one would suspect it. What a beautiful little agent of chaos. ]
It's amazing, isn't it? How much of the world we don't even begin to see until you unlock your mind. In my world, we could go between the world, travel the backstage we called it. It was a path only gods could take, full of colors and wonder and magic. I always thought it was pretentious, but. I'd show you...
[ His index finger wanders along her jawline, caressing the curve of her chin. ]
Then you could hear the colors in the sky and know what lies beyond the grasp of ordinary people.
[ His hand draws back and he turns his attention to his phone. ]
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My other son was even older than me. Probably twice my age, even.
[It feels kind of silly now, really, doesn't it? She laughs, and she's sure that her laughter rising above her like expanding, colorful bubbles.]
I've always wanted to be a mother, you know.
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[ He says like it's the most novel thing in the world. Belladonna wanting to be a mother. As though it's not the wish of many women. Especially women who come from a backwater place like her. But he scoots closer, tucking his arm around her back. ]
Well you got a taste at playing house at least. And if birthing some gnarled demon baby is on your agenda, I think it might be possible here. You could be a real mother.
[ He laughs, snuggling into her -- nose brushing against the hollow of her neck. His voice drops, a quiet whisper free and airy against her skin. ]
If you listen closely, you can hear the colors every time they shift, you know.
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A beautiful demon baby who would cause so much chaos…
[When she closes her eyes she can still see the colors. Belladonna smiles as musical notes drift into her ears.]
You’re right…I can hear them! Each one is different from the other—oh, what a beautiful song.
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It's amazing, isn't it? How much of the world we don't even begin to see until you unlock your mind. In my world, we could go between the world, travel the backstage we called it. It was a path only gods could take, full of colors and wonder and magic. I always thought it was pretentious, but. I'd show you...
[ His index finger wanders along her jawline, caressing the curve of her chin. ]
Then you could hear the colors in the sky and know what lies beyond the grasp of ordinary people.
[ His hand draws back and he turns his attention to his phone. ]
Ava's gonna come. Ha. That's what she said.