Deceit

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Sage's smile stretched wide, wider even as Timekeeper touched him so fondly. It almost made all the years disappear, how funny a thought... And the times between then and now remained fuzzy- not that anything could be changed now. If anything, he suspected she already tried.

All that was left was acceptance and moving forward. The former Virtue kept this minimal space and swayed with the sounding music as not to waste a single note.

"You think we're adventurous now?" he mused, rather than actually asking. He knew what they meant. Even if things weren't so simple. Sage took the hand against his cheek and placed a kiss upon the palm as if a grounding reminder. If that's what they wished to believe. But he smiled nonetheless, "Definitely freer."

And yet everything was at a price. A hard truth.

This dance shouldn't have made him feel nervous. It was Timekeeper after all, but that was also precisely the reason he felt so much need to make sure everything was perfect. Going through the lengths of having the suit tailored specifically for him- his black and gold preference unrestrained that they may both properly move, the comfort of the trailing cap still hugging from behind, and the marigold that both stood out and complimented it fastened to his lapel. He'd taken measures tying back his hair into a loose ponytail and allowed his one earring to dangle more noticeably over his shoulder.

This was different.

And... yes. Several times did his hand come up to brace himself against the ceiling only due to the Fount's lack of attention of their surroundings. But her laughter... he took it as a good sign regardless of the mistake.

"Well... truthfully I thought it would make things easier. Less clumsy on my part." He smiled sheepishly as the phonograph transitioned into a new song while they twirl by one of the high stained-glass windows and passed through the illusion of the a pink star circling the central globe.

@khronometreur -

Some hesitation, especially since he seemed so focused. Yet, eventually Timekeeper would lean in and rest her head against his shoulder; lightly clinging to his arm. Nothing said yet, as they eventually reached up to gently tug at his chin, to get his attention. Once those mismatched gold-blue eyes looked down at her, there was a soft smile to be seen.

“I have something to show you, lapin. Come with me?”

Textbook penmanship working overtime with the need to pen down his academy's advanced course on herbology. He'd noticed Timekeeper there, of course. Fleeting notice as he had poured himself back into the words of the book, dipping his quill and swiftly writing down another paragraph on pheromone properties of the acacia plant. Magical properties. Uses. The harvesting techniques for every part from seed to adult divided up by roots, stem, leaves-

His eyes tried hold onto the paper, but his writing stopped once his gaze was fully pulled from his work. It was like pulling someone out of a thought and that brief moment of everything on pause behind those eyes as he blinked at her.

Hugs for Fount from Healer Cookie!

The Virtue tenses, and looks down at this cookie. He wasn't about to ask aloud why he felt compelled to wrap his arms around him. Despite this disagreeing sentiment of feelings on the mortal cookies and the hierarchy of the Divine Emissaries with Sugar, he wasn't her.

Oh. So this is how TImekeeper feels...