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[itwas_perfect]

She was drifting.

Perfection was an unattainable goal. There was nothing for her to strive for. No career. No featured role. No performances. Without those things, that perfect moment of letting go seemed... futile. What was the point of losing oneself if there was nothing to find on the other side of it

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[dualites]

If Nina was drifting, then Thomas had long since drowned; out of his own inactivity, yes, but that didn't stop him from being petulant about it. Still, as he appeared by Nina's table, he seemed to be in good enough spirits, a slight smile upon his features as he nodded at one of the empty chairs. (The cigarette he either doesn't notice or doesn't necessarily care about. His time with her, after all, had been spent almost exclusively in the studio. He'd never seen her smoke, but on the same token, whether she did or not was her own prerogative.)

"Do you mind?"

[itwas_perfect]

"Not at all," she said, smiling at the sight of him, because it was always good to see him, even if he wasn't technically her director anymore. It was a strange thought, that they were no longer working together. Not in any capacity, official or unofficial.

"Please, sit."