But most of the best ideas have a fifty-fifty chance of going completely sideways.
The hope that clenches tight around her heart takes her breath away; it leaves her lightheaded with a sort of dizzy intoxication that feels like half anticipation and half terror. She knows that she's not going to try to talk him out of it. She's never been particularly good at doing what she should, when simply doing what she wants involves so much less resistance. In this case, she wants so badly that she can taste it, like the sharp tang of frost on the wind.
Sitting up, she reaches for the box and runs her fingers over the wood before opening the lid. "She does love a good game." Robin returns his smile with a narrow grin of her own. "How does your luck usually run?"
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But most of the best ideas have a fifty-fifty chance of going completely sideways.
The hope that clenches tight around her heart takes her breath away; it leaves her lightheaded with a sort of dizzy intoxication that feels like half anticipation and half terror. She knows that she's not going to try to talk him out of it. She's never been particularly good at doing what she should, when simply doing what she wants involves so much less resistance. In this case, she wants so badly that she can taste it, like the sharp tang of frost on the wind.
Sitting up, she reaches for the box and runs her fingers over the wood before opening the lid. "She does love a good game." Robin returns his smile with a narrow grin of her own. "How does your luck usually run?"