Briefly, she presses the side of her palm to her chest, as though the pressure might will down the rapid thudding of her heart. (It doesn't.) And her eyes watch with a soft curiosity as he dips the marbles down in the water, washing them free of sand. The action is one that almost seems to highlight the beauty of the marbles, bright blue, gleaming in the tan of the sand like so many stars caught. They are beautiful, striking, and Faye wonders now if that was just part of the design.
Vincent had an eye for that, after all.
"They need to work on a pamphlet," Faye snorts, deciding that there's no point in putting up a strong front for this boy. Probably no point in trying to be anything but her usual wry self. He's seen too much to be convinced by anything else. "There was a space station that showed up here, about a year ago. Before I was around, which would be just my luck. But it came crashing out of the sky and was quickly taken apart for scrap."
Her brow raise. "The underground city's still here, though. In all sorts of disrepair, and you need to prove yourself capable before they let you down there, but it's worth checking out."
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Date: 2012-01-29 11:59 pm (UTC)Vincent had an eye for that, after all.
"They need to work on a pamphlet," Faye snorts, deciding that there's no point in putting up a strong front for this boy. Probably no point in trying to be anything but her usual wry self. He's seen too much to be convinced by anything else. "There was a space station that showed up here, about a year ago. Before I was around, which would be just my luck. But it came crashing out of the sky and was quickly taken apart for scrap."
Her brow raise. "The underground city's still here, though. In all sorts of disrepair, and you need to prove yourself capable before they let you down there, but it's worth checking out."