She's always been the one with the sharpest temper. The most exacting words. Only Diego kept up with her in that way, but even Diego kept his mouth in check around their father, instead of the way Allison honed herself on not holding back there. Which makes it a miracle that Allison manages not to point out immediately that if one of them was lying, it'd never been her. Her mouth presses a little too hard, and maybe there it is—the first sanded edge of Number Three.
A world that finally managed to teach her to hold her tongue. Sometimes. That her insubordination and insolence would cost more in this world. That she didn't have the time to rumor everyone she lost it at.
Or. And. That she knows. Deeper down than she wants to admit when it'd be easy to take that flare of annoyance and keep it pure. White-hot. Even as it's already fleeing her, dissipating back, and she knows what she's always known. Luther never lied to her. He changed his mind at the last minute, but he hadn't lied before then, and he hadn't lied then either. He just chose something else instead of her. Long enough ago, it's embarrassing to feel stung on it suddenly.
The compliment doesn't entirely go amiss, even if it's not Hollywood smooth. Maybe that makes it harder to ignore what she can on every other mouth.
(Has been since the magazines started showcasing her at thirteen. The only girl. Have a gold star and a big spotlight, darling.)
There's something doubtful and yet forcing patience, when she turns to look at the strange planet crawler robot with its large wheels that's next as the group in front of them ambled on finally. She can't remove the stain of feeling like she's having to defend herself, even as she's offering it because it wasn't like it wasn't a surprise for both of them. She never thought she'd be headed home today when she went to bed yesterday.
"I was supposed to be gone another three days. Maybe longer. They said to clear a week and a half at the outset. But we got done early with all the secondary tier scenes, and the retakes, so they sent a good number of us home this morning."
Beat. Just letting her mouth make sound and sense of something else. "Probably better for the budget than putting us up until everyone finished."
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A world that finally managed to teach her to hold her tongue. Sometimes.
That her insubordination and insolence would cost more in this world.
That she didn't have the time to rumor everyone she lost it at.
Or. And. That she knows. Deeper down than she wants to admit when it'd be easy to take that flare of annoyance and keep it pure. White-hot. Even as it's already fleeing her, dissipating back, and she knows what she's always known. Luther never lied to her. He changed his mind at the last minute, but he hadn't lied before then, and he hadn't lied then either. He just chose something else instead of her. Long enough ago, it's embarrassing to feel stung on it suddenly.
The compliment doesn't entirely go amiss, even if it's not Hollywood smooth.
Maybe that makes it harder to ignore what she can on every other mouth.
(Has been since the magazines started showcasing her at thirteen.
The only girl. Have a gold star and a big spotlight, darling.)
There's something doubtful and yet forcing patience, when she turns to look at the strange planet crawler robot with its large wheels that's next as the group in front of them ambled on finally. She can't remove the stain of feeling like she's having to defend herself, even as she's offering it because it wasn't like it wasn't a surprise for both of them. She never thought she'd be headed home today when she went to bed yesterday.
"I was supposed to be gone another three days. Maybe longer. They said to clear a week and a half at the outset. But we got done early with all the secondary tier scenes, and the retakes, so they sent a good number of us home this morning."
Beat. Just letting her mouth make sound and sense of something else.
"Probably better for the budget than putting us up until everyone finished."