idk I was listening to headlock and for some reason "Posted at your station" line (not even sure if that's the lyrics) makes me think of those little spy movie things where they use the earpieces to talk to each other and it like split screens to all of them talking
I like that line, so... (p.s, thanks so much @twoandahalfdimes for the motivation on the ill short thingy, I'll definitely make it, but I got distracted with this :')) I KIND OF WENT OFF THE WALLS WITH THE WHOLE FOURTH WALL THING BECAUSE TRYING NEW THINGS IS FUN IT'S A BIG FAT MESS BUT I LIKE BEING MESSY <3 "Posted at your station?" William questioned, his soft, almost modulated voice filling Rayna's ears.
"Yeah, yeah." She muttered back, kicking the rocks beneath her feet as she leaned on a pillar, her gaze wondering towards the museum behind her, like a pigeon to a piece of bread- "Did you just compare me to a pigeon?" Rayna sputtered in offence. "What an arsehole you are." She spat back.
Okay, fine, apologies. Let's go with something more boring, would that appeal to your taste?" Rayna didn't reply. - Like a moth to a flame "I'm not a moth either." She huffed, if she could look at me, my back would likely be scarred from how sharp it was- "Seriously? You're being silly now. Just carry on.... And you know you can do better than that." She mumbled, hearing snickering in her earpiece.
Fine. Rayna's eyes flicked towards the entrance of the museum, it seemed like it had some sort of hold on her, as she really couldn't resist the urge to go inside and take a peek, even if she wasn't meant to.
"Rayna, you are... still at your station, correct?" William murmured into her ear. "I am." She whispered back, even though it wasn't necessary for her to do so.
There was no reply, however she could almost imagine William nodding in response. Slowly, she stepped forward, looking around to make sure there was no one around to spot her little act of disobedience, as if a child about to steal a toy- "Oh for god's sake, can you make any good comparisons?" Rayna complained.
"You're doing what now?" Rowen's voice came through, clearly he'd heard the narrator- Oh dear.
"Now look what you've done..." Rayna put her head in her hands, utter disappointment written across her features.
I'm sorry, however, I can do this.
Just like that, Rayna was disconnected from the line, leaving William and Rowen utterly baffled as to how this was even possible, as they had specifically set this up so that she would be unable to hang up, knowing that was something she was likely to do.
Rayna grinned. "Thank goodness you're actually useful..." She whispered under her breath, now strutting towards the museum as if she were on some sort of runway. Fair enough, actually, you're quite pretty. "Oh- thanks?" Rayna raised a brow. "Didn't know you had a kind bone in your body-" Sike :)
As Rayna walked, she was... unfortunate enough to bang into the door head first. Turns out the museum was closed, and the door was locked. She fell onto the ground in a rather ungraceful manner, and rubber her head. "You're the worst creator I've ever bloody had." No, I'm the only creator you've had, and I love you too!! :D
