( she supposes she can't really disagree—while this is the last place she'd of imagined herself, still at times wondering if it'd been the right decision ( solely depending on whether or not promised wishes were truly upheld ) —it's moments like this that make it seem as if she's just where she needs to be. that she hadn't neglected the institute, the watchful eyes of her mother and the equally somber present of her father. she wasn't here for herself, but it's the stolen bits of time like right here with him that keep her going.
it's the champagne, those she's met within cadelle that have managed to slip past her guard, the dreamlike scatter of lights strung above, the way he guides and follows her without so much of a thought—it's a mindless sort of bliss, slipping past the confines of contentment that raise a laugh from the girl as she's twirled, coming back into him with the hum of it still full in her chest, radiating against his front now flush again with hers. )
It's not terrible.
( she lolls on the word playfully, a scrunch of features as if to dress up such faux approval. it was beautiful, the entire ball, really. collections of a dream every young woman stitched together at night. and there's something that softens her, at the thought, glancing down between them as she chews at the inner of her cheek, lost in the whirr of her mind. forearm slips comfortably to rest along his shoulder, fingertips at the nape of his neck with a slowly drawn breath, lashes finally fluttering back up to his. ) I wasn't sure if I'd see you tonight.
( a hint of that grin returns, only now it's hushed with a tenderness that always seems to find them, leaving paths paralleled once more. ) You clean up much better than expected.
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it's the champagne, those she's met within cadelle that have managed to slip past her guard, the dreamlike scatter of lights strung above, the way he guides and follows her without so much of a thought—it's a mindless sort of bliss, slipping past the confines of contentment that raise a laugh from the girl as she's twirled, coming back into him with the hum of it still full in her chest, radiating against his front now flush again with hers. )
It's not terrible.
( she lolls on the word playfully, a scrunch of features as if to dress up such faux approval. it was beautiful, the entire ball, really. collections of a dream every young woman stitched together at night. and there's something that softens her, at the thought, glancing down between them as she chews at the inner of her cheek, lost in the whirr of her mind. forearm slips comfortably to rest along his shoulder, fingertips at the nape of his neck with a slowly drawn breath, lashes finally fluttering back up to his. ) I wasn't sure if I'd see you tonight.
( a hint of that grin returns, only now it's hushed with a tenderness that always seems to find them, leaving paths paralleled once more. ) You clean up much better than expected.