plaguedrat: (Eve)
Rat ([personal profile] plaguedrat) wrote2014-10-17 06:05 pm
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The play's the thing

"In brief, to set the needless process by, how I persuaded, how I pray'd, and kneel'd. How he refell'd me, and how I replied...Damn...that's..."

Rat sighs and adjusts his posture in the mirror, trying to capture Isabella's conflict, her desperation, her guilt. He hates admitting it, the idea that after only two months he might be settling by looking for work. But a proud soul often means an empty stomach and he's nothing if not practical. There are few jobs that he's suited to perform and equally few he's willing to submit to without being desperate.

So he stands in front of a mirror, wearing a thrifted dress that he's pinned to flatter and diguise his figure. A little makeup, expertly applied, and he's transformed into Eve again.
silenttrainbaby: (looking to Gilliam)

[personal profile] silenttrainbaby 2014-10-19 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Like the shouting that went on when the train crossed the bridge. Grey is still, watching Rat's face as he listens.

Tradition isn't something that Grey has experience with, or really, much use for.
silenttrainbaby: (crouching)

[personal profile] silenttrainbaby 2014-10-19 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Leaning into the touch, Grey knows they have food enough here. But the rationale for giving it away doesn't make a whole lot of sense to him. Not that he doesn't like sharing.
silenttrainbaby: (blood or bliss)

[personal profile] silenttrainbaby 2014-10-19 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
The fingers of Grey's casted hand are hooked into the material of Rat's shirt, pulling him closer. Kissing, please.