“All you’re going to be putting on,” Athena says, highlighting that loophole. Still, when he picks a station, she listens for a little while as she sucks on the milkshake, relishing the sound of music from a real stereo, a song she doesn’t intimately know.
Eventually though, the milkshake is gone, and she can do more than hum. She doesn’t know every song, though she knows more than a few. Even so, she picks up the choruses quick and sings along with those if she doesn’t know the rest of the words, voice rising and falling in harmony with the radio. God, she can feel the Gift moving around her, the subtle sweep and pull of it, and she closes her eyes and sings and wants desperately to let loose. She also doesn’t want Raylan to crash.
Still, it’s starting to get dark, so she… compromises. The next song she knows, Athena twines her Gift through the words, lighting up the road ahead of them as bright as if Raylan had his high beams on. Only, yknow, without them, and the inconvenience of blinding other drivers.
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Eventually though, the milkshake is gone, and she can do more than hum. She doesn’t know every song, though she knows more than a few. Even so, she picks up the choruses quick and sings along with those if she doesn’t know the rest of the words, voice rising and falling in harmony with the radio. God, she can feel the Gift moving around her, the subtle sweep and pull of it, and she closes her eyes and sings and wants desperately to let loose. She also doesn’t want Raylan to crash.
Still, it’s starting to get dark, so she… compromises. The next song she knows, Athena twines her Gift through the words, lighting up the road ahead of them as bright as if Raylan had his high beams on. Only, yknow, without them, and the inconvenience of blinding other drivers.