[His guess is as good as hers. From what she can tell they're in France still, even though she knows it's not possible. They're not really in France, but does it really matter where they are right now anyway?]
Have you ever been to Russia?
[It's a question she doesn't really expect an answer to. As far as she knows, he might not even know what Russia is. She returns his expectant look with one of her own, a smile suddenly spreading its way across her lips. She pulls her fingers out from the ground, shifting so she can move to stand instead. There's dirt under her pointed nails, but she doesn't seem to mind.
The song she picks is one she first heard many, many years ago in the aforementioned country. A vocalise whose melody is now famous, having outlived its composer. There's a chance Eggsy might be familiar with it, regardless of whether or not he knows its origins. When she does begin to sing it's obvious from the first note that there's something different about her voice. There are no words to the song, just a single vowel that Diva seems to twist and turn at her leisure, and yet the emotion she pours into it is overflowing.
It will be impossible for him to take his eyes off of her, her voice demanding her audience of one's complete and utter attention. While her song may not have the same potent effect on humans as it does other Chiropterans, the sound is still mesmerizing, otherworldly even, and quite literally entrancing.
Perhaps most striking of all, is how much she seems to be enjoying herself. Diva may be quite the menace, but if there's one thing her song does convey it's that she's not a being consumed by her past - only shaped by it - into what Eggsy sees before him.]
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Have you ever been to Russia?
[It's a question she doesn't really expect an answer to. As far as she knows, he might not even know what Russia is. She returns his expectant look with one of her own, a smile suddenly spreading its way across her lips. She pulls her fingers out from the ground, shifting so she can move to stand instead. There's dirt under her pointed nails, but she doesn't seem to mind.
The song she picks is one she first heard many, many years ago in the aforementioned country. A vocalise whose melody is now famous, having outlived its composer. There's a chance Eggsy might be familiar with it, regardless of whether or not he knows its origins. When she does begin to sing it's obvious from the first note that there's something different about her voice. There are no words to the song, just a single vowel that Diva seems to twist and turn at her leisure, and yet the emotion she pours into it is overflowing.
It will be impossible for him to take his eyes off of her, her voice demanding her audience of one's complete and utter attention. While her song may not have the same potent effect on humans as it does other Chiropterans, the sound is still mesmerizing, otherworldly even, and quite literally entrancing.
Perhaps most striking of all, is how much she seems to be enjoying herself. Diva may be quite the menace, but if there's one thing her song does convey it's that she's not a being consumed by her past - only shaped by it - into what Eggsy sees before him.]