Paper and Ink PV Eldred Grayswell Locked

Sinclair blinks in thought, her eyes shifting as if she were trying to go through times in her life when she felt like that.

"Hmm I believe you and your experience of it, though maybe no singular person holds the answer," she thinks out loud. In her mind's eye she sees the fuzzy silhouette of a certain blonde with grey-blue eyes, whose words and moments of silences chills and calms her bones. She subtly pinches the cloth of her trousers in thought. It brings a doubtful smile to her face.

Nah, no way... Yes, girls are pretty but anyone with eyes can see that.

Sinclair thinks of the flowy dresses and extravagant costumes that 1930s Hollywood actresses would've been decked out in. Plus, soft and feminine features are just nice to look at, no? That's right, obviously anyone could see they are very attractive.

"I'm not sure I've ever liked anyone before.... And certainly not too much," she sighs lightly and shrugs with one shoulder. "Tell me the truth, that doesn't mean my character is flawed, does it? Just cause I haven't liked anyone like that so far..." It felt just a little shameful to say this- evident by how her voice lowers even further towards the end, her posture stiffening ever so slightly.

While Sinclair doesn't care too much what exactly other people think of her, knowing how they may think of her is still information that she finds useful. Being able to manipulate how one appears to others could be beneficial...