The tune was so familiar, even if Faye couldn't place it immediately. Whenever that happened, of course, she tried her best to go back. As though, in spite of all of her failures, maybe finding just the right memory would make her suddenly feel as though she belonged, be it on Bebop or even just on that island, the one which much more closely aligned the life she led before space was even much of an option. She failed to wave Thomas closer, instead squinting at the jukebox, until her eyes suddenly brightened and her fist came down gently on an open palm.
"That's it! Ballet, right?" she asked, wide eyes blinking over at him, the man only reaffirming her beliefs with the grace that he held, the one that she had spent so much time trying to understand, the last time they met. "You're a ballet dancer?"
Contrary to what any of the rest of Bebop's crew might have believed, Faye appreciated the arts well enough, even if most days, the only way to get her close to a theatre was for a bounty to be sitting in its seats.
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Date: 2011-03-02 08:15 am (UTC)"That's it! Ballet, right?" she asked, wide eyes blinking over at him, the man only reaffirming her beliefs with the grace that he held, the one that she had spent so much time trying to understand, the last time they met. "You're a ballet dancer?"
Contrary to what any of the rest of Bebop's crew might have believed, Faye appreciated the arts well enough, even if most days, the only way to get her close to a theatre was for a bounty to be sitting in its seats.