[In her mind, it had already been a done deal. It would go the same way it always does--Dusk is well-spoken, quick to choose his words. She hadn't been prepared to feel him taking her arm in his, but she'd expected it all the same.
But Justy's refusing him instead, and it reminds her of why she's here. What she'd come for, what she wants. She bites the inside of her lip at "Mr. Duck," trying to keep a little smile from cracking while Dusk pauses, then shakes his head.]
Yes-- [She starts to say it, but is interrupted by Dusk.]
You'll find your host is aware of my presence. He invited me, once he learned my w--
Stop. [Wave finally finds her voice, cutting him off. It's hard at first to force the words out, but she gains assertiveness as she goes on:] Go away, Dusk. You're not real.
[He's undeterred by either of them, and if he's annoyed by their words in any way, it doesn't show. Dusk smiles again, this time indulgent, as though she's said something amusing.] Should they not know the truth? I would think your potential suitors would want to know they were flirting with a married woman.
[...and just like that, it's like a switch has flipped. There's a pressure in her chest that Wave can't stop to consider, a tingling of adrenaline rushing through her as Dusk outs the secret she's been holding onto, but her expression goes from blank to set, reaching for the small bag tied at her waist.]
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But Justy's refusing him instead, and it reminds her of why she's here. What she'd come for, what she wants. She bites the inside of her lip at "Mr. Duck," trying to keep a little smile from cracking while Dusk pauses, then shakes his head.]
Yes-- [She starts to say it, but is interrupted by Dusk.]
You'll find your host is aware of my presence. He invited me, once he learned my w--
Stop. [Wave finally finds her voice, cutting him off. It's hard at first to force the words out, but she gains assertiveness as she goes on:] Go away, Dusk. You're not real.
[He's undeterred by either of them, and if he's annoyed by their words in any way, it doesn't show. Dusk smiles again, this time indulgent, as though she's said something amusing.] Should they not know the truth? I would think your potential suitors would want to know they were flirting with a married woman.
[...and just like that, it's like a switch has flipped. There's a pressure in her chest that Wave can't stop to consider, a tingling of adrenaline rushing through her as Dusk outs the secret she's been holding onto, but her expression goes from blank to set, reaching for the small bag tied at her waist.]
I'm going to stab him.