Re: quicklog: eddie/sasha at costume tent
[The story of the seance was sad, but the pain in Eddie's smile hit her harder. So, you know, she tried, but romantic nonsense? Not Sasha's forte.] Hey, she had a right to hold on. Sometimes people come back from the dead. [Or from being missing. Whatever. She ABSOLUTELY 100% WAS NOT referencing a certain StupidIdiotâ„¢ and a whip-cracking sister.]
You better. [She shot back with the mention of wearing it for her, and his waggle of eyebrows was met with that cheeky wink of hers. You know, until his snaps made her assume he had an actual anteater costume hidden away somewhere. Her jaw went slack, and as they went behind curtain Sasha wondered if the nose was animatronic. Except it was filled with fancy dresses, and the white one stood out as obviously Snow Queen. Whew. Not an anteater.
A click and the lights went out, and Sasha gasped. It was a work of art, and so far above this little town it was no wonder he sold his stuff to Disney. The dress was straight out of a dream, some fairy tale land of wonder that couldn't possibly exist for those that hadn't been touched by magic.] Eddie. EddieEddieEddie. What is this doing here? This is gorgeous. It belongs in a museum! [Almost accusatory. Did you just say that, Eddie? Smirk.]
I'm wearing that. [As if there were actually any other choice. Sasha wanted to be anything else besides herself, and the stunning gown that shimmered with life and light was as far from Sasha as clothing got. And in case Eddie thought it was a joke or that maybe she meant later, she started to pull off her hoodie to signify right goddamn now.
All the stories about princesses always had happily ever afters. Sasha never believed in happy endings. There was no reason to. But the dress made her want to. So what if it was only for the evening? The dress was a happy start, and even Eddie could see the difference in demeanor, embracing the escape.] You go change. We're going to show these people how it's done.