Re: [The grills: Castor & Pollux]
"I think it's good for a protagonist to sound like they're from everywhere and nowhere. It makes them more mysterious, don't you think? Sometimes, I like a mysterious protagonist. Sometimes, early in the morning when the sun's at it softest and warmest, I like a sweet and kind protagonist, one that's like a clean pane of glass. But at night, when it's dusk and just as the sky goes purple, I like a mysterious protagonist." She looked up, deliberate and with a smile on lips that were obvious accustomed to mirth. "I think you can start being more mysterious in an hour," she declared, and she looked back from sky to man.
"Oh, I don't know Sal or Hazel. Tell me about them," she said, her interest voracious and written on her face as clearly as if she'd been covered in ink and inquiry. She took the beer, and she had a long sip and pulled just a little bit of a face. The back of her hand was drawn across her damp lips, and she was quick, quick, quick as anything to protest: "I love Heathcliff!" She was unapologetic. "I know, I know, a lot of people think he's destructive, and he is, but he feels absolutely everything, and I think that's wonderful," she said, her own passion bloating the earnest words that fell between them.
He got comfortable, and she took another sip from her beer. Her bare toes pressed against the wooden bench they rested on, and she smiled when he didn't get all nervous about her work. "Thank you for inviting me," she said when he thanked her for coming. She looked around when he motioned to their surroundings, and then she looked back at him. "I think I'm mostly just too trusting, or that's what my friends say. But we wrote a lot, Castor, and I don't think you're going to hurt me." She smiled warmly at him, trust in cornflower gaze. "Are you going to tell me I'm too trusting? Because I'd rather you tell me what you expected, and then I'll tell you more about what I expected, and I might steal another piece of pineapple," she added.
He gave his name, and she set the beer back onto the table. A slip and a stand, and her feet were firm on the wooden bench. She balanced there, tall and tall, and she was already kind of tall on solid ground. 5'10, and she looked down at him and gave him an expansive curtsy in black and white and copper falling around her shoulders as she laughed bright as baubles. "Nice to meet you, Will. Is that short for William?"