nails a startling bubblegum pink, a cigarette perched loftily between her fingers, billie fixed dark eyes ‘pon the woman sitting across from her. no, her camera crew weren’t here. they were setting up in a different room. she felt this .. conversation was best left in private. billie’s gaze softened a fraction, & one long leg folded over the other, leaning forward slightly in her seat. ❛ tell me, liz. when did you .. pass away ?? i was .. very sorry to notice it. ❜ seeing her as a spirit had been startling, at first, admittedly. but she’d bypassed it initially, for the sake of her crew not asking too many questions. billie reached out, & offered a box of cigarettes toward her companion.
❛ oh, ❜ spoken on the bow of a broken sigh, head wavers at billie’s harmless inquiry, a slight tossing to & fro, with heavy earrings caught in the motion. the transition from living to dead was easier for her than most; with the assistance of her mostly dead family, it held no candle to various other rebirths she’s gone through throughout the decades. an appearance of apparent nonchalance, fit with the softening of a smile, easily takes the place of faux surprise to see billie at the hotel. ❛ it’s been a week or two –––– not too terribly long, but long enough to adjust. ❜
