Frank was blissfully unaware of the goings on around him. His eyes were set on the creature in front of him, weaving around him in a way that it was as if nature herself had sprang to compliment his very being. Steps followed steps, as if they had played out this dance countless times before leaving a burning sense of familiarity coursing through him.
[color=#c14700]“As am I. I stumbled my way through one of those odd little doorways,”[/color] he’d chuckle, shoulders shrugging as they continued weaving around each other.
Fingers still danced, drew horsehair strings across smooth notes but his mind was elsewhere, divided between a conflicting series of feelings. What he could distinguish was the undeniable ache stabbing him between the ribs, spiking as she stumbled over her footing. Immediately his hands dropped, collecting the instrument in one hand to lay the freed one against her back.
His posture firmed in concern, masked face tilting to look her over. [color=#c14700]“My dear?” [/color] But the woman’s steps renewed soon enough, his hands hesitating on returning to cradling the wood of his instrument. [color=#c14700]“I am… though I haven’t seen her shores in some time.”[/color] His hand casually hung between them, palm offered for her to take if she wished.
[color=#c14700]“As am I. I stumbled my way through one of those odd little doorways,”[/color] he’d chuckle, shoulders shrugging as they continued weaving around each other.
Fingers still danced, drew horsehair strings across smooth notes but his mind was elsewhere, divided between a conflicting series of feelings. What he could distinguish was the undeniable ache stabbing him between the ribs, spiking as she stumbled over her footing. Immediately his hands dropped, collecting the instrument in one hand to lay the freed one against her back.
His posture firmed in concern, masked face tilting to look her over. [color=#c14700]“My dear?” [/color] But the woman’s steps renewed soon enough, his hands hesitating on returning to cradling the wood of his instrument. [color=#c14700]“I am… though I haven’t seen her shores in some time.”[/color] His hand casually hung between them, palm offered for her to take if she wished.
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