Duck is still an odd one. No one has really called her anything but Vanya (or Seven), save for the occasional sweetheart or something from a guy across a street or sitting too close in a cafe. Or when Klaus calls her Vanny. She doesn't hate it. He did rescue her, after all, and it's an innocent enough name from a handsome enough man. There are many worse ways to spend a gala evening.
Vanya laughs at his self-assessment through the eyes of his boss. She says, "if you're looking for someone important to insult, I'm afraid you've made a terrible mistake." She's relieved most days that she's not someone important. Where would she even begin? She'd spent so much of her time in the shadows that, even as she slowly starts to make a (very small) name for herself as a musician in Darrow, she has no idea what to do with herself.
Interestingly enough, though, she finds she might want to be important someday. Not Gala-important - definitely not harbinger of the apocalypse important - but something else. Productive. Helpful. She wants to make meaningful change in the right direction. Whatever that means.
"I don't really like these things, either," she admits, since it's clear from the way she escaped from a very important donor that she's probably not going to be invited back. "If you're looking to leave the children's home in a blaze of glory, we can go back inside and find you someone important." She would love to see it, honestly. What socially awkward, oft-beaten-down musician wouldn't want to see a couple people put in their place?
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Date: 2021-07-02 08:53 pm (UTC)Vanya laughs at his self-assessment through the eyes of his boss. She says, "if you're looking for someone important to insult, I'm afraid you've made a terrible mistake." She's relieved most days that she's not someone important. Where would she even begin? She'd spent so much of her time in the shadows that, even as she slowly starts to make a (very small) name for herself as a musician in Darrow, she has no idea what to do with herself.
Interestingly enough, though, she finds she might want to be important someday. Not Gala-important - definitely not harbinger of the apocalypse important - but something else. Productive. Helpful. She wants to make meaningful change in the right direction. Whatever that means.
"I don't really like these things, either," she admits, since it's clear from the way she escaped from a very important donor that she's probably not going to be invited back. "If you're looking to leave the children's home in a blaze of glory, we can go back inside and find you someone important." She would love to see it, honestly. What socially awkward, oft-beaten-down musician wouldn't want to see a couple people put in their place?