It's not too long before closing time that Luce suddenly bustles inside the small store, aggravated but hiding it well save for the occasionally jerkiness to otherwise smooth movements.
She's not an artist. It's simply not a title that's ever really applied to her. Besides the musical variety, of course, and a part of her is wondering how much that title belongs to her too lately. Yet anytime she's not doing work for the band, she's suddenly but often being pulled aside by someone. Usually it's just some secretary to another Virgo Veteran, giving her a task to do. Oh no, Luce isn't allowed downtime. At least, besides a scarce few hours to sleep.
Luce knows why they're doing it, of course. A half of her- the half she knows is manufactured and a damned liar- says she's brought it on herself. The other half just bares teeth in shimmering rage.
The end result, the visible one, is that she looks faintly ill from overwork as she bustles through the aisles before giving up. Spotting the girl at the register, Luce waves her hand. "Ah, excuse me?"
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She's not an artist. It's simply not a title that's ever really applied to her. Besides the musical variety, of course, and a part of her is wondering how much that title belongs to her too lately. Yet anytime she's not doing work for the band, she's suddenly but often being pulled aside by someone. Usually it's just some secretary to another Virgo Veteran, giving her a task to do. Oh no, Luce isn't allowed downtime. At least, besides a scarce few hours to sleep.
Luce knows why they're doing it, of course. A half of her- the half she knows is manufactured and a damned liar- says she's brought it on herself. The other half just bares teeth in shimmering rage.
The end result, the visible one, is that she looks faintly ill from overwork as she bustles through the aisles before giving up. Spotting the girl at the register, Luce waves her hand. "Ah, excuse me?"