damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-08-07 15:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !thread, arielle chiaro, damia ravin |
Who: Ari & Damia
What: They had mutual friends, but they weren't exactly friends themselves.
Where: TG Guildhall
When: Early afternoon, thereabouts
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Living a dual life should've been a hard gig, but it wasn't, never had been. For someone like Damia, putting on a different face, slipping into a new skin and prettier, more feminine clothes had never been a problem. If anything, it was second nature, pretending to be something one wasn't. It made for a good cover, the Bards' Guild, but she wondered if one day it would all come crashing down on their heads, every effort they'd ever put into maintaining their good, public image all for naught in the end.
It was why the blonde could stroll into the public entrance of the Guildhall without attracting much attention, how she could fit in with her braid and her tunic that almost dared to be a dress, and blend without any trouble. Her smiles were quick, her laughter easy and practiced-- but the moment she slipped into the back end of the hall, those smiles faded, and there was no more cause for laughter.
Ensnared by her thoughts of the week, particularly those concerning Altair and his disconcerting entrepreneurial mindset, Damia narrowly avoided crashing into a certain little soprano on her way through the corridor.