June found herself captivated by the male’s performance, watching in silence as the violinist continued to play. She was sitting upright onto the chair now, her hands resting gently against her lap as Malo soon closed his eyes, his body elegantly swaying as his own hand guided the bow against the instrument’s strings. This was not the girl’s first performance that she had witnessed- one of the few positive memories that the Florbelle could still recall from her childhood involved her occasionally venturing outside to hear the local street musicians play. Despite how terrible those days in Lille were, she was happy to be reminded that there were at least some positive memories from her past.
The woman’s blue eyes stared back up at the suitor’s face when he finally continued to speak, her head slowly tilting at the mention of Aloïs. Despite how bothered Malo appeared to be when referring to the blonde-haired male June couldn’t help but to grin at his statement. “Racine? Oh, I don’t know… he seems rather sweet.” A quiet chuckle soon escaped from June’s lips, adjusting herself against the chair to place one of her legs over the other.
Her eyes followed the male’s movement as he began to put away his instrument, her hands coming together to give him a very slow and quiet applause, remembering that Justine wouldn’t be very far should she overhear the couple. There was a brief moment of silence once De Vigny was finished speaking, the woman quietly thinking to herself before she replied. “Malo… I understand how you might feel about the others- Aloïs in particular. But please do try to be patient. There are three of you; and Justine can only choose one.” There came another gentle sigh after she spoke, the woman slowly rising from her chair as she made her way over to the suitor.
She stared up at the male with a bright reassuring smile, placing a single hand on the male’s shoulder as she slowly stretched herself to place a soft kiss against De Vigny’s cheek. “That was a wonderful performance, Monsieur. Thank you very much…”
Malo's frustration with Aloïs manifests in subtle-yet-telling physical cues. As the name continues to cross the air in an ironic back-and-forth not unlike a game of racquet, a barely noticeable crease furrows between his brows, etching a line of irritation across his forehead. His normally composed expression falters and briefly exposes his true displeasure towards the suitor, thus betraying his desperate need to present as collected as possible.
Jaw muscles taut beneath his skin as Malo tries to suppress the rising tide of frustration on his features. His clenched fingers practically choke the neck of his violin as he lays it inside of his case, the hushed sounds of her chuckling only taunting him.
At her words, the virtuoso’s gaze narrows ever so slightly, a flash of hatred flickering within his eyes like a flame seeking oxygen. Emerald orbs show a depth of emotion, a mix of impatience and disgust that can be felt even in his silence. It's as if his eyes, usually a warm and inviting summer meadow, have momentarily turned colder, revealing a glimpse of something intense and venomous normally hidden deep inside of him.
It’s a quiet storm brewing within him, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash its full force. In this moment, Malo’s frustration with Aloïs is an undercurrent that shapes his demeanor, subtly coloring his every movement and expression until June's quiet applause fills the air, bringing him back to reality. Suddenly a pang of conflicting emotions strikes the musician and the frustration and annoyance he carries toward Aloïs is moved to the back of his mind. Malo knows he must conceal it beneath the mask of his charming persona. With a conscious effort, he pushes down his turbulent thoughts and retrieves his friendly façade.
A subtle transformation takes place within Malo. His brow relaxes, the crease between them dissipating as he consciously smooths out his features. The tightness in his jaw eases, allowing his lips to curve into that practiced smile that conceals his inner turmoil. It's as if he puts on a well-tailored suit, slipping into the character he plays with such finesse. The shift is evident in the way his gaze softens, his eyes regaining their warmth and inviting nature. The faint glimmer of frustration is replaced by a twinkle of charm as he refocuses his attention on June. He takes a calming breath, letting it fill his lungs and wash away any lingering traces of agitation. His posture adjusts, becoming more relaxed and at ease, as if he effortlessly embodies the refined gentleman that Justine and--of course--the public expects him to be.
Malo reaches within himself, tapping into the wellspring of charisma that has served him well in his pursuits. He brings forth his charm, his eloquence, and the captivating allure that has won the admiration of many. It's a practiced art, honed over time, as he seamlessly transitions from the raw vulnerability of his frustration to the polished exterior of his public persona. The violinist adeptly weaves the delicate tapestry of his public image, seamlessly concealing his true feelings behind the cover of a gentlemanly suitor. It's a testament to his skill as a performer, allowing himself to navigate the complexities of his emotions while maintaining the illusion of composure, talent, and charm.
He listens attentively to her urges of patience as he moves to secure the violin’s bow in its rightful place. Red, braided hair bobbing in his subtle nod to signal his understanding, a murmur of affirmation leaves his lips, however, before he can come up with a clever protest to serve his ego, June's approach catches his attention. His gaze shifts from the violin case to her, his eyes meeting hers with a warm smile.
June's lips meet his cheek in a gentle kiss, however Malo's composure remains unbroken. He welcomes the affectionate gesture with gracious acceptance, his smile never faltering. His skill in maintaining his outward persona is evident as he seamlessly continues his charade. However, behind his collected exterior, Malo's mind remains agile, strategizing and adapting to the intricate dance of social interactions, hardly taking June’s advice into account. With each passing moment, he weaves the delicate threads of his public persona, ensuring that his true emotions remain tightly concealed while he navigates the complex web of relationships and desires that entangle the Florbelle manor.
The virtuoso’s features glow with pride in response to her display of appreciation, pleased to have captivated his audience with his musical talent. "I'm delighted that you enjoyed it,” he responds softly, his voice carrying a warmth that matches his smile. “It's a honor to have the opportunity to perform for any member of the Florbelle family, and I appreciate the chance you’ve given me to share my talents and voice my personal grievances towards the, ah, current state of affairs. Thank you, mademoiselle! ”
His words carry sincerity, Malo cherishes the connection forged through his music, and June's appreciation only fuels both his desire to continue sharing his artistry and his desire to leave a lasting impression.
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