green pearl voice.

  surprise runs through grey eyes ;  which immediately glance away to hide the vague expression that ruins her ‘ cool beauty’ that she sought to maintain. ( or rather; the barrier between herself and anyone else.    ‘ that’s not going to make me go easier on you, you know ? ‘ a pause,    and perhaps a softening of her eyes. ‘ sure. not that i make good company. it’s really nothing though … ‘ 

   GREY eyes held a slight suspicion in them ... looking forward, narrowing, but she continued to remain silent for a second longer.    a sigh and heaved shoulders later she pulled her hair into a ponytail.  ‘ fine.   but you’re not going to ditch me with this job, right ? ‘ she further questions,   the source of her suspicion now revealed.  ‘  be quick -- and you’re going to owe me.  one favour for every minute you take.   i have a stop watch.’     practical and aggressive at the same time ;    an entire package. 

grey eyes broke the contact to survey the surrounding area ; full benches in direct sunlight -- oh the joys of america.   she hated working in this country some times,   not that she had much choice. either in where she worked or where she sat. incredible ; just her luck.   ‘  uhuh and perhaps you could use your aggressive eye contact to look around and spot out a less ‘ poor excuse of a bench’ she shrugged, hand moving to shade her eyes -- eyelids now closed as a sigh pushed through her body.  ‘ you know -- i asked you right, there’s a distinct difference between the two. if i was going to order you around you’d be holding a palm leaf and actually listening.’ 

        ‘   anyone can sing, you’re just not singing the right thing.   let’s try changing the pitch. if it’s lower it may be easier for you to do so -- ‘ hands move a couple of inches down the piano, one octave should be -- enough ? ‘ try matching your pitch to the piano, this note here --’  a pause as lithe fingers move over ivory ‘ -- is the base c we’re going to use, you think you can hit that ? ‘ 

    ‘ OF COURSE ! ‘   sarcastic response immediately fell from pursed lips; not even a second of hesitation.   grey eyes rolled to the side, regretting it instantly as the harsh sun fell into them.     ‘    let me just pick up the park bench and move it 5 inches to the left -- why didn’t i think of that ? ‘ calloused hands push the dark green bangs back from her forehead, body lurching forward as she moved into a sitting position.   ‘ you want to give it a try ?? you’ve certainly got a strong enough attitude.’ 

    ‘ shall I try and explain it, again ?’ voice is more playful than annoyed; but she couldn’t help but let a trace of it get in the way of her explanation.   ‘ i don’t think i’ve ever seen someone struggle this much, but i guess it must be part of my job --’  she held the music sheets out again, as if the added distance would give them more clarity.

      GREY EYES RAISE to the other, her book now absent-mindedly placed by her side.                it wasn’t hers to care for or worry about,   so she didn’t.     the crushing sense of responsibility that loomed over the princess was enough to worry about; even when she didn’t know what she was worrying over.       ‘ you mind -- moving over 5 inches to the right ??   the sun’s straight in my eyes and i feel like i’m going to dry out ... which would suck considering i only have an hour before i have to actually be nice to guests again.’  // @fauxpacifist

    ❝How can you have lived for so long and still not get it?❞    blunt words but not a trace of annoyance in her voice;  possibly humour instead, at a stretch. intrigue coloured grey eyes, arms lightly crossing over chest.

  AN AWKWARD SMILE covered her face ; unsure of how to react to it.   it wasn’t a bad joke,  perhaps it would be great ! if only she could understand it ...   ‘ is that ... a pun ?’ she offers,   almost clueless -- clear in grey eyes that she had little to no understanding.  ‘it’s an english pun right --  ? ‘ she questions again,  ‘ i ... don’t think i get it ... ‘