"wont you dance with me, lysithea?" she implores, unconsciously rocking on the heels of her feet in anticipation. there's a magical quality about the both of them that cannot be explained so much as it can be felt. the connection, something like a shared affinity of sorts, sara believes to be a current running deeper than simple house comaraderie. "i think you're really pretty." // 💃
Cheeks flare a brilliant red at Sara’s statement--said so casually, as though it wasn’t something so embarrassing to hear. “I-I....” Her eyes are drawn to her companion’s stark white hair, quickly darting back to the floor. “I don’t know how to dance. I never had a chance to learn, growing up. I’d rather not make a fool of myself in front of the entire Officer’s Academy.”
She winces at the unintended harshness of her words, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. “I...I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. I-If you’d like to dance, I suppose I can indulge you, but I don’t know the first thing about it, so don’t blame me if I step on your feet.” ( @prayerwitch )
