❝ let's just admire this piece of the world we happen to have in front of us, eh? ❞
@zoanthropiic
🔆 disco elysium: the final cut – accepting!
to say elinor was accustomed to frenzied incidents would be an understatement, and one few could understand how much it missed the mark. busy nights in the emergency room were one thing, spiralling moods and emotions toiling in her mind another, and for what it's worth, they did give the other things a run for their money. but when the supernatural start to interfere with his routine, elinor knows he's in for a world of exhaustion, confusion, pain, that can't be explained to... well, most of her social circle.
she didn't know how much anton knew about the last few hours, or the role elinor had been thrust into, but she knew enough about herself to know that she looked like shit. and he's never going to turn down an invitation to slow down, especially once the danger had passed and it was safe to do so. well, safe enough, at least.
"this feels like the kind of moment i should offer you a cigarette." she muses, thinking about the movies he'd seen. "i don't have any. i don't smoke. well, not tobacco, anyway." the nurse feels words beginning to get away from her, rambling to hide nervousness only revealing it. she didn't even know if the man smoked! with a sigh and a light flush of embarrassment on his cheeks, she let blue eyes drift to the sky and do as prompted, the sun almost completely hidden by the horizon now, revealing the stars against a deep blue canvas.