Everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. All the time. Always. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.
❝ Some of these things are true & some of them lies.
But they are all good stories. ❞
» The Talent of The Tops Casino
» Magician, Musician, and Storyteller
» Fallout RP
» At home at The Strip
» Story & Banter, happy to plot
||Closing down dragon age lorelei, then probably this account and tishk.
I'm a broken record by now, but I'm on bsky under most of the same usernames as I used here.
@unlikelysun "I'd love that, but please, don't push yourself too hard. Your rest is far more important than a little magic show."
And judging by her sudden slumber the night prior, she needed more rest than she afforded herself.
In the dim light filtering through the curtains of her room in the casino, a massive orange cat uncurls from its place nestled against @unlikelysun, stretches, and settles back down laying across as much of her as he possibly can.
In the next room, sounds of muffled movement-
@unlikelysun She happily lifts an arm to allow Vivian a closer, more comfortable nook against her, and beams at the suggestion. Her cheer is tempered, somewhat, by the guilt of lying by omission.
But she reminds herself of the end goal - more mornings like this - and brushes the worry away.-
Word of the man's location reaches the next ear in the chain faster than usual. Those asking won't need to search; the information is revealed freely by unknown parties.
She'd have waited on Benny or Swank's word, but this discrepancy will vanish in the chaos of the night.
The strangest rumor just traveled down her grapevine. A favor of retribution, discreetly asked of the right people to make it happen.
And the 'client?' Well, her eyebrows just about meet her hairline. Perhaps they have more in common than she first thought...