She is silent when he shifts away, taking her time as she slides back across the table and into her seat. Zatanna never expected much from him because it was easier to accept whatever he offered (or in some cases, was coaxed into). It didn't bother her nearly as much as it should, but she could be practical at times. Her father had made certain that a good head was on her shoulders and though he perhaps would not have agreed with her choice to continue to associate with John, she also was sure that if it was anyone else he would have been proud of her for being able to move on and forgive the past.
It wasn't really about her father, though. For some time it had created a rift between them, but as much as she loved her father, she loved her friends. And John transcended friend and family.
She crosses her legs, clasping her hands over a knee as she gently rocks forward and backward for a moment. "I stop waiting and try to start living, even if I'm on my own." In San Francisco or on the road. "It can be lonely, but if I click my heels three times and say a few choice words, I might get lucky and have some company." Zatanna smiles, small and warm. "What about you?"
it was doing it last night for me. it's why i usually copy my text before posting!
It wasn't really about her father, though. For some time it had created a rift between them, but as much as she loved her father, she loved her friends. And John transcended friend and family.
She crosses her legs, clasping her hands over a knee as she gently rocks forward and backward for a moment. "I stop waiting and try to start living, even if I'm on my own." In San Francisco or on the road. "It can be lonely, but if I click my heels three times and say a few choice words, I might get lucky and have some company." Zatanna smiles, small and warm. "What about you?"