Re: Dream: Selina & Tony
Tony didn't know he was dreaming either. It was a significant fact in this case, as such self-knowledge very much changed the way he acted and the things he said. He stopped what he was doing, and the object on the makeshift anvil melted back into its original form, unimpressive sheet metal and fragile edges. Rolling back to look at her with some surprise, he didn't question her presence there, accepting it into the fabric of the place. The heavy weight of the hammer swung down by his leg, harmless.
"These people already have enough of me, I don't think I need to give them money too, do you?" He spoke harshly, and the more harshly he spoke, the more obvious the fragility in his expression and bearing. As soon as he stopped working, fatigue touched his eyes and weighed down his limbs.
He sat on the nearest surface, the end of the stained cot. A military-issue wool blanket made up a folded pad under him, and the best that could be said was that the thing didn't collapse under his weight. "What are you here for?" His eyes swept down her in some confusion, lingering in particular on the swing of the chains around her neck and the unnecessary shadows around her lashes.