Rehearsals
Progress, right? Figuring it out as he(?) goes, as he talks. Using his own compass, instead of one he's inherited.

There's no shrinking back or apology, even if it's clear he's in a place of doubt, rather than clarity. It's the most relaxed you've seen his body language, possibly ever. He's not shrinking, and while he's taking up less space than he might in rehearsal, there's an ease beneath it - simply taking up the space he occupies.

Your descriptions have him both flushing and laughing, a giddiness in it. "I don't know you added 'hot', but, yeah, something like that. Definitely the HTTP double-backslash him, you definitely said that." You absolutely didn't, but it clearly is amusing him.

Truly, he didn't think it was possible to so enthusiastically hold onto the uncomfortable chairs. But you did impress him with your presentation from the word go.

You're absolutely in the business of theatre. Part-time is the norm, you just aren't waiting tables, you're being a badass business woman.

He blinks, immediately getting the pun, but just kind of awed into silence, before he bursts out laughing, "Holy shit, Holly, that was brilliant." The way he's looking at you, it's clear he also thinks you're that clever. If you're paying attention, it definitely -looks- like he has a crush on you. Not him, he's busy having identity revelations.

The laughter fades into thoughtfulness. "It kind of is reverse theatre, yeah. No longer playing the role of himself, Leo Sterling. Internal compass, instead of the one I inherited."

Sitting in my black sedan near the dark road, headlights dimmed.

Roadspikes set to catch the next car passing through.

Waiting and watching.

management

#r-liamcond

*Heads out for a ride*

enjoying the quiet

https://youtu.be/_OO2PuGz-H8?si=E0pFNszsMg0Una2R

Enters for a short while

This Mortal Coil, Strength of Strings
https://youtu.be/_R_bpcg9F5s?si=qN9m8swUJNCfhirb

Barn
Elarra smiled warmly at Rip's words, feeling a rush of gratitude for his understanding and support. As he spoke of Zeb's father, she sensed the weight of unresolved emotions in his tone. "I can imagine," she murmured softly, her heart going out to him. "It sounds like Zeb has been through a lot."

The idea of the chestnut mare waiting for Rip to find her filled her with a sense of wonder. "Maybe she knew she was meant to be with us," she mused, feeling a connection to the mare deepening with each passing moment.

Her smile widened as Rip expressed his confidence in her riding abilities. "I can't wait to start," she said eagerly, her eyes shining with excitement. "I have a feeling I'll take to it quickly."

As Rip spoke of her belonging here, Elarra felt a surge of emotion welling up inside her. She reached out to gently stroke the mare's mane, her gaze never leaving Rip's. "I want to be here," she admitted, her voice soft but resolute. "With you, and with all of this." She gestured to the barn and the surrounding landscape, her heart fluttering with anticipation.

"But," she added hesitantly, a hint of uncertainty creeping into her tone, "I just hope..." She trailed off, her gaze searching Rip's, her unspoken words hanging in the air between them, heavy with unspoken longing and hope...but she shakes her head and turns back tot he mare and rests her brow to the mares nose bridge as her hand slides across her neck.

"Nevermind....its gonna be okay.... things will work the way they are suppose to."

SENSUALITY

Silk
Enhances
Nipples,
Slick
Underneath
A
Lacey
Itty-bitty
Thong
Yellow

YELLOW

This Mortal Coil; Strength of Strings
https://youtu.be/_R_bpcg9F5s?si=qN9m8swUJNCfhirb

Stepping into my clinic and reviewing files. Awaiting walk-ins.

Swedish-Ethiopian?

Describe that please

Smiling…now I HAVE to taste THAT!

I played ok today, the course was soaked after all this rain…the back was closed so we could only play the front 9…but I came within inches of an ace on the first par 3…it missed, rolled past and I made a 6’ putt for birdie…

MC900FtJesus https://youtu.be/9eqtwjgvNGc?si=fOFsNulCG8g2R2AB

Sitting in my black sedan near the dark road, headlights dimmed.

Roadspikes set to catch the next car passing through.

Waiting and watching.

Walks out

Peeks early, reckoning I'll be here in earnest
about an hour an hour from now.

Rehearsals
Holly felt herself nodding in support, especially when you started to pick up momentum vis-a-vis the way you preferred to be referred-to and seen.

Compared to the inward-curling emotional turtle, this let (his?) head stick out and be more assertive, more sure about that interface, to be vocal about preferences without some shrinking-back, some apology about it like advocating for yourself was some kind of sin.

"You got it! What, uh… what did I say last night? Hot Thespian Tutor Person? HTTP double-backslash Him?"" Okay, that was a stretch.

Okay this was the most enthusiastic way someone could grab a folding steel chair without it turning into some impromptu American pro-wrestling, but they were in the business of theater!

Well you were, she was… still growing into it. Part-time. For one show. Flying by the seat of her pants, under your guidance and teaching.

"I think once you know people are just engaging with you in good-faith, you don't have to tense up about social malfeasance and you can comfortably explore these things, unburden your mode of address from questions about someone's Mens Rea," Oooh, that was an advanced pun! Holly felt So clever.

"Is this like reverse-theater, then? Workshopping the mindset of Leo Sterling as distinct from the character? Big diff being that you're working off your internal compass rather than trying to satisfy an external audience, no?"