[Angel wanted to believe she was a good liar. She'd spent the better part of five years convincing an entire planet that she was an artificial intelligence, there for their benefit. That she wasn't serving the people keeping the planet oppressed.]
[The problem with her line of thinking, is that she wasn't used to the lies coming from her own face. Her projection on Pandora was nothing more than basic facial expressions played on a loop. All she needed to do was keep her voice level.]
[She liked to think she succeeded in that much. But as she spoke, she felt her lips turn down, and her cheeks light up.]
It's nothing like that. Just a stomachache.
[She wrenched her gaze away from the woman, looking for a way out, a distraction, anything that might have kept her from whatever direction this conversation was going in. It wasn't an easy feat -- even without the cake doing god only knew what to her, the woman was a fascinating subject.]
[At some point, the siren would absolutely have to ask what spell she used to make her hair look and behave the way it did.]
no subject
[The problem with her line of thinking, is that she wasn't used to the lies coming from her own face. Her projection on Pandora was nothing more than basic facial expressions played on a loop. All she needed to do was keep her voice level.]
[She liked to think she succeeded in that much. But as she spoke, she felt her lips turn down, and her cheeks light up.]
It's nothing like that. Just a stomachache.
[She wrenched her gaze away from the woman, looking for a way out, a distraction, anything that might have kept her from whatever direction this conversation was going in. It wasn't an easy feat -- even without the cake doing god only knew what to her, the woman was a fascinating subject.]
[At some point, the siren would absolutely have to ask what spell she used to make her hair look and behave the way it did.]