Re: Carnival: Muerte / Eddie
"All for me..." She smiled at that, voice soft on the words. An appreciation for his appreciation. There was no struggle to her steps when he tugged her away from the office. In fact, she kept her hand in his, weaving their fingers together (skin separated by silk and finely stitched seams) for the time it took to make the journey to that smaller tent. The carnival was a buzzing hum in her awareness, less about the lights and more about the lives inside. Some brighter than others, glowing and twinkling threads in that tapestry of the town. And the brightest threads weren't always the performers. But she set that awareness aside for a bit, focusing instead on the tent that held Eddie's varied creations. She knew all of them, but kept her thoughts away from which would be chosen for the show. She knew the benefit of surprise as well.
She could have been offended by the roll of Eddie's eyes, but she happened to agree with him. She didn't think that either one of them could deal with working with each other on a full-time basis. So she smiled and shook her head a bit, the mass of her ponytail sweeping over the back of her neck. "Professionally." She would make that concession, at least. And it was less about their tenacity (the assistants) and more about their ability to blend with him onstage. She didn't know how well it was going to go for the two of them, how their personalities would mingle in front of an audience. It would be a test. Beyond that, she had no real desire to be his full-time assistant. It wasn't where she belonged in the world on a long-term basis. But for times in passing... that seemed do-able. "Starla's a stronger woman than I could ever hope to be. Stomach flu aside."
It was different to see the creations like this instead of just being aware of them. Her gaze traveled around the tent for a moment as Eddie asked about tricks, and then her mouth curved into that warm smile that said that she had a secret. She raised one hand to her mouth, caught the gloved tip of one finger between even teeth, and slid her hand out of the glove. Holding it in her other hand, she reached out those bare fingers and touched them lightly to one of the closest robots. It immediately woke up, looking at her and shifting with a movement that was almost too realistic. It tilted its head at her, as if asking why she'd woken it up, and then it stayed frozen when she lifted her fingers away. She moved around the space, fingers ghosting over things as she passed, each one coming to life for the brief moment of her touch. Robots moved, lights flared, all stilling again when she moved on.
By that time, she'd come full-circle to stand in front of Eddie again, and reached out to ghost those bare fingers over the inside of his wrist. His pulse double-beat for just that first second of contact, and then steadied to what it was meant to be (though for him, there was a lingering tingle of energy around her touch - one that wouldn't be there for anyone else). And then she too-accurately relayed what he'd had for lunch that day. And when she stepped back, she pulled her fingers away from his wrist, lifting her hand for him to look at. And then, palm out to him and fingers spread wide, other hand held behind her back, she snapped her fingers and was suddenly holding a card between forefinger and thumb. The back of it was to him at first, old printing and foxed edges, and when she flipped it around, it revealed itself to be number 13 from a tarot deck. She smirked at that, eyes bright with it.