unprompted. ( always accepting )
✱ 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 : " Monsieur Racine, may I have this dance? "
𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛. the light twitch ‘pon the tender edges of his lips, that would give way to dimpled haze of heated bloom ‘crossed his cheeks. was it shudder of a memory like some boyhood daze of love that left his lovestruck stupor something to be flustered upon? or perhaps it was lack of restraint, that heady glow in his eyes and not a drop met his tongue, nothing more than the visage of her he would need to be swelled and swept away like a rising tide. all the more happy to be lost to her he was, said time and time again. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 ! to be raked across any harsh underbelly she may dare show, or the depths of which the love she harbored to be felt. all she could throw him to he would endure, if nothing more than for her to say his name like that, 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 ! looks at her like she may as well be the only light in the world, the only person worth looking at. and she was! genteel was his voice as he adjusts himself, 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 !
❛ it would be my honor , love . ❜
