Despite the fact that Rose is well aware that's always a possibility with converging worlds like these, people not remembering or face twins or whatever else, it still hits in such unexpected ways. She's mostly sad, at first. He's still the Dick that she knew. Far too cute and kind for his own good, especially to her. It makes her heart flutter in all the same ways whenever he smiles, too, even trying to remind herself she shouldn't put any expectations on him. He might look, walk, talk, and act the same but-
He's not.
Once she's done being sad, which is about one drink too many in despite telling herself she'd be a bit more careful after the fair, she's excited. He doesn't remember her. This means, like the way she used to at home, she can re-invent herself. This time, she won't be the shy, bumbling, and (hopefully) endearingly awkward girl. She'll be confident and charismatic and. Sexy, maybe? Can she actually pull of sexy? After another magical shot, she decides she can at least try. ]
Hey, dude, [ she says, pulling her hair down out of its bun. Things just Got Real. She smiles big and bright, gathering courage she didn't know she had to try and tug him onto the dance floor. ] Do you dance? [ She knows he does because she'd snuck into more than a few of his performances in Eudio as a secret admirer. ] You look like you do. I do, but-
[ As if on cue, her daemon Apollod cuts the music currently playing and a perhaps familiar thrum starts through the speakers instead. 3, 6, 9 - Damn, she fine... She can't even feel sorry for the people suddenly thrown off by the shift in music. Look, she feels like she has a bit of musical authority having been a DJ proper for the host not so long ago so. It's fine. They'll get over it. ]
dick grayson;
Despite the fact that Rose is well aware that's always a possibility with converging worlds like these, people not remembering or face twins or whatever else, it still hits in such unexpected ways. She's mostly sad, at first. He's still the Dick that she knew. Far too cute and kind for his own good, especially to her. It makes her heart flutter in all the same ways whenever he smiles, too, even trying to remind herself she shouldn't put any expectations on him. He might look, walk, talk, and act the same but-
He's not.
Once she's done being sad, which is about one drink too many in despite telling herself she'd be a bit more careful after the fair, she's excited. He doesn't remember her. This means, like the way she used to at home, she can re-invent herself. This time, she won't be the shy, bumbling, and (hopefully) endearingly awkward girl. She'll be confident and charismatic and. Sexy, maybe? Can she actually pull of sexy? After another magical shot, she decides she can at least try. ]
Hey, dude, [ she says, pulling her hair down out of its bun. Things just Got Real. She smiles big and bright, gathering courage she didn't know she had to try and tug him onto the dance floor. ] Do you dance? [ She knows he does because she'd snuck into more than a few of his performances in Eudio as a secret admirer. ] You look like you do. I do, but-
[ As if on cue, her daemon Apollod cuts the music currently playing and a perhaps familiar thrum starts through the speakers instead. 3, 6, 9 - Damn, she fine... She can't even feel sorry for the people suddenly thrown off by the shift in music. Look, she feels like she has a bit of musical authority having been a DJ proper for the host not so long ago so. It's fine. They'll get over it. ]
I wanna' see you get low.