( He'd joked to Max about playing married with Margaery, but that was a little different to this. At least now he has his uniform; his armour. Even if this isn't truly Atlas, he has his colors. It's different from Tony's birthday party, where he'd just been Donny, where the people there had seen him and knew him for the idiot he is. This is closer to the New York, where he could be anonymous, where Adonis was unknown. Jean-Pierre is removed, but it is a role apart from Adonis as well, so the awkward slouch and self-conscious curl of his shoulders is gone. He has barely slept since he has been here, but while he's certainly tired, there's a great deal of control in that bow he's offering her.
He totally spent ages practicing the bow. ) M-my lady.
( Atlas does not speak; Jean-Pierre must. It doesn't mean he has to tangle himself up the way Donny does. It just means he speaks more softly, mostly just addresses Margaery, let's her take the center stage, and that suited the mission well enough.
It strikes him as funny that Margaery has called him by three names, delights so much in this one, but doesn't know that the third identity of Atlas is his own.
For all that not-Adonis confidence, there's still a moment of hesitation, nerves.. ) Um, you-- you l-look uh, very b-beautiful.
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He totally spent ages practicing the bow. ) M-my lady.
( Atlas does not speak; Jean-Pierre must. It doesn't mean he has to tangle himself up the way Donny does. It just means he speaks more softly, mostly just addresses Margaery, let's her take the center stage, and that suited the mission well enough.
It strikes him as funny that Margaery has called him by three names, delights so much in this one, but doesn't know that the third identity of Atlas is his own.
For all that not-Adonis confidence, there's still a moment of hesitation, nerves.. ) Um, you-- you l-look uh, very b-beautiful.
( Because seriously. ) G-- g-good to go?