// Ther's no competition //
Having been very sincere (and not at all sarcastic) about her compliment, Nova is taken aback by the man's offense, her eyes sparkling with hurt feelings, the carefree smile falling from her face like a shattering of glass. "But I do think you're tall." She doesn't reach for the margarita when the bartender sets them down, her shoulders slumping as the mood becomes heavy, a small pout forming on her glossy lips.
The blue of her eyes glistens, swimming with the pain of being misunderstood - and unbearably beautiful and talented. Although she's very happy with herself, Nova's sad to think the man isn't, genuinely jealous of the slight vertical advantage he has, and when she looks up at him, there's a gleam of that desire amidst her wounded emotions. "I wish I was tall like you. At least you can see farther and reach higher..." Even if it's not 'tall' in most people's books, it's tall enough to count for her and she lowers her gaze, shifting her feet in a movement that's almost timid. Her voice softens, mourning her own dreams that may never be fulfilled. "It'd be nice, if only I could feel it for a moment..."
The blue of her eyes glistens, swimming with the pain of being misunderstood - and unbearably beautiful and talented. Although she's very happy with herself, Nova's sad to think the man isn't, genuinely jealous of the slight vertical advantage he has, and when she looks up at him, there's a gleam of that desire amidst her wounded emotions. "I wish I was tall like you. At least you can see farther and reach higher..." Even if it's not 'tall' in most people's books, it's tall enough to count for her and she lowers her gaze, shifting her feet in a movement that's almost timid. Her voice softens, mourning her own dreams that may never be fulfilled. "It'd be nice, if only I could feel it for a moment..."
Nova
// because nobody can be me //
