( a knowing little smile works itself across julian's lips and away again, and it just so happens that julian raises his head from morga's neck to look at her when he does it. you could almost blink and miss it, but it's there. and he isn't going to explain it, at least not right now, but he knew lucio was far from the polished palace "prince" he claimed to be. next to nobody in all of vesuvia could've ever guessed, but he knew. they met on the battlefield. he knows.
instead, she's free to believe the smile has something to do with her question, instead. or maybe the comment about persistence being charming. or both. whichever. then he's just plain smirking, looking every bit the cad he could be at times when he wasn't covered in feathers. hey, at least his intense emotional distress has passed (for a minute)? )
Subtle? You're asking me if I would have been subtle? And I thought I was the one with memory problems. I don't know the meaning of the word. Never did. No—I would have made it a moment to remember. Not a spectacle, ( yes, an absolute spectacle ) but an undeniable moment in history. That is...
( his head tilts, and he takes a hand from her back to gesture dramatically. the effect works wonders, really. maybe even better than it ever did with his gloves and the cape and theatrical outfit he wore. the feathers, his broad size, the way his wings flutter behind him, it all accomplishes the same thing or more. )
I would have asked you to dance. Not a simple two-step, either. A waltz. A fast one. And we would have made up our own steps. Right in the very center where nobody could miss us. Across the floor, onto the tables, up the steps and back down again. But we'd be about this close the entire time, of course. Maybe even... closer.
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instead, she's free to believe the smile has something to do with her question, instead. or maybe the comment about persistence being charming. or both. whichever. then he's just plain smirking, looking every bit the cad he could be at times when he wasn't covered in feathers. hey, at least his intense emotional distress has passed (for a minute)? )
Subtle? You're asking me if I would have been subtle? And I thought I was the one with memory problems. I don't know the meaning of the word. Never did. No—I would have made it a moment to remember. Not a spectacle, ( yes, an absolute spectacle ) but an undeniable moment in history. That is...
( his head tilts, and he takes a hand from her back to gesture dramatically. the effect works wonders, really. maybe even better than it ever did with his gloves and the cape and theatrical outfit he wore. the feathers, his broad size, the way his wings flutter behind him, it all accomplishes the same thing or more. )
I would have asked you to dance. Not a simple two-step, either. A waltz. A fast one. And we would have made up our own steps. Right in the very center where nobody could miss us. Across the floor, onto the tables, up the steps and back down again. But we'd be about this close the entire time, of course. Maybe even... closer.