#spinsforward

ray hall

ray the lightning bug from princess and the frog

ray from i know what you did last summer

does man ray from spongebob count

"That depends on what you mean by things." Sigyn shoots back, her tone pointedly light in contrast to the obvious edge to his.

She walks them back to the gallery after lunch, having promised them a first look at the finished version of the piece she's currently working on, and then doubles back on herself to go to her favourite art supply shop near Seven Dials.

Later, armed with a bag full of new materials she wanted rather than needed, she decides to wander in the vague direction of the station. There's still a while to go before her train, and it is an unseasonably gorgeous day - it would be a crying shame to spend any of it on the Underground.

A bookshop catches her eye as she walks through Soho, and after spending a couple of minutes browsing the display in the window she heads inside - and is greeted by the kind of place that book lovers dream about.

Mismatched rugs cover dark wood floors, and the well-stocked shelves are arranged in a circle around the room, sectioning it off into smaller areas containing various chairs and couches. Light streams into the centre of that circle from the upper level, and Nicole can't help but smile.

Exchanging a quick smile with the person she presumes is the owner - who is sitting behind the antique cash register drinking from a china teacup, the perfect encapsulation of the type of person one expects to find in a place like this - she is soon lost among the stacks.

A few minutes later, she's in their eyeline when she spots a title that calls out to her - a copy of Janson's History of Art. And not just any copy, but a first edition from the 1960s. She has been getting the distinct impression that this is less a bookshop, and more a... Library where one can't take the books away, based on just how old so many of these volumes seem to be.

Feeling the proprietor's eyes on her, Nicole meets their gaze with a smile, her hand hovering an inch or two from where the book sits on the shelf. "Am I allowed to...?"

lyric starter for @amreality (Aziraphale!) She - Dodie

"But I promise you this," They are not words Sigyn says often; promises from her lips are a closely guarded thing. But as she places a hand on the younger royal's shoulder, it is clear how much she means them now. "I'll always look out for you."

lyric starter for @amreality (Nikolai!) Sparks - Coldplay

"On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it?"

one line starter for @amreality (Arthur!)

"Why not? The captain already believes miracles spring from your fingers. If you show him these proposals you were working on for the next upgrades to the ship"—he pointedly slides Mister Scott's documents back across the small table to him, avoiding the glass as he does—"he may believe it even more so. And he will likely sign off on it once you show him what you have come up with."

He gives him a look that says what are you so worried about?

"The worst he will do is say no and even then he will likely say"—he attempts his best impression of the captain, complete with terrible American accent—"come back to me when you have more information and we will talk."

Nat sets the bottle down, lips already drawing up into a smile before the glass hits the counter.

Her laugh is bitter. No matter the pretty picture she makes, hair down in loose waves and her uniform traded for a light, floral dress, not everything can be covered up.

“Do I look like I’m sitting here feeling sorry for myself,” she questions the stranger.

His flirting had been tolerable, but Nat doesn’t like the self righteousness.

❝ what? ❞ earth to belinda, pay attention! she's leaning against the doorway, scowling into a suddenly unappealing lukewarm cup of coffee. drawn to the company of a familiar face. one who isn't dr chakwas, at any rate, who seems to always be hovering over her. she's busy now, anyway, dealing with their more important patient while belinda's delegated to deal with the minor injuries picked up by the new crew. ❝ i don't know how i feel about this cerberus lot. ❞ she discards her coffee on a nearby surface, crossing her arms over her chest instead.