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[despisesthegods]

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[phoenixstrut]

She dramatically rolls her eyes. "Now he comes forth with the compliments," she laughs, stepping around him to lead the way up the main aisle of the theatre. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. There was a lot of talent on that stage." Even some of the performers who hadn't quite made it had been excellent.

[despisesthegods]

"There were, yes. I can't imagine it was easy to make a decision." He replied, walking with her.

[phoenixstrut]

"I couldn't be a director. So much pressure."

She slides out and holds the door as she's the first to reach it. "I still can't believe I'm in a world where it's even feasible for me to try this out."

[despisesthegods]

"It wasn't in your world?"

[phoenixstrut]

"Physically? Yes," she shrugs. "Smart... eh....I sort of got myself into hot water when I was young as it was. They prefer we blend in when we're amongst humans and I was already modeling by fourteen... Adding much else to that would have brought on a lot more attention and it just makes thing more complicated for everyone."

Which... she sort of had done anyway.

"I got away with it then because grandad pulled some strings but as archangel now with no heir, it's not exactly the safest..."

[despisesthegods]

"It's not the same here though. Here you can do what you want. You're not attached to those limitations."

[phoenixstrut]

She smiled, half to herself. "Yes."

And she'd bask in that freedom as long as it would have her.