"Thank you." Monet smiles, genuinely pleased. She's more likely to succeed with someone on her side who isn't playing, and Tate's reliability has been proven in far more stressful environments.
When he brings up dancing, her gaze moves from him to the mass he describes. It's a good word for it, the mess of people and the mess of sound: everyone is moving, walking, ducking out of each other's way. Talking and laughing. Watching them gives Monet a feeling she'd never be able to describe if asked: a lightness in the heart, but a strange tightening in the back of the mind. Perhaps it's only the knowledge that these good times can't last forever. Even if there weren't danger and sacrifice on the horizon, the year is nearly done. It's all changing with every moment.
That in mind, she glances back at Tate, a mixture of idle and curious. "Perhaps we should. Dance, I mean. Participatory surveillance."
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Monet & Tate
Date: 2019-05-01 10:26 pm (UTC)When he brings up dancing, her gaze moves from him to the mass he describes. It's a good word for it, the mess of people and the mess of sound: everyone is moving, walking, ducking out of each other's way. Talking and laughing. Watching them gives Monet a feeling she'd never be able to describe if asked: a lightness in the heart, but a strange tightening in the back of the mind. Perhaps it's only the knowledge that these good times can't last forever. Even if there weren't danger and sacrifice on the horizon, the year is nearly done. It's all changing with every moment.
That in mind, she glances back at Tate, a mixture of idle and curious. "Perhaps we should. Dance, I mean. Participatory surveillance."