he stands with his hands clasped behind his back, the scent of roses in the air and the low murmur of revelry fading behind him. the soft rustle of silk announced @apottelesma's approach before he even turned. there was no need to see her to know it was herβ he could feel her, like sunlight behind closed eyes.
β i was wondering if you might come to find me. β words are said softly, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he turned to face her, β think i've told enough charming lies to keep the old lords happy and the young ladies guessing that i may have earned a reprieve from the crowd. β
he took a slow step forward, then another, until he stood before her, close enough to feel the warmth that lingered on her skin. a hand rose and he cupped her cheek, thumb brushing just beneath her eye, a soft, thoughtless motion. β but your company is always welcome, my starlight. β
