the devil can teach you his tricks but not how to hide

[nepheliad.livejournal.com]

She's fine, she's fine, she's fine, Linnet is just perfectly fine as she steps off the elevator in Building Two, because she is breathing just perfectly normally (she made sure of that) and she is not afraid of this presentation. It is going to go perfectly well.

She's fine, perfectly fine, and Eliza hates the word fine, because it doesn't mean anything, but it's the only word she can use, finding her hand on the door, opening it and smiling to the people assembled already in the room.

They've been waiting for her. Or maybe she's been waiting for them. Maybe she's been waiting all her life to impress them, maybe she has all of their answers just like they might be holding her future.

(Il diavolo fa le pentole ma non i coperchi.)

"So have we started?" asks Linnet, asks Eliza, of the person she sits down next to. "Have I missed anything?"

She's not afraid, after all. Everything's going to be fine.

Comments

[rimestock.livejournal.com]

I want to give her a hug. :(

[nepheliad.livejournal.com]

Unfortunate how she's not all that fond of – well she doesn't mind contact all that much but a hug might hurt depending on the time.

This is um. It could be worse. Like this evening. Which – I expected would just be her yelling at her co-workers and then I got a brilliant idea for how she could be even more of a snappy bitch! Uh.