An Old Request - GiottoXOC
An old request from the lovely @sephora-hibari for Giotto with their OC. (I hope you donât mind the tag. I did some editing to it.)
Songs for inspiration are Star of the County Down, Step It Out Mary, and Marieâs Wedding. As performed by the High Kings. Â
The sun beat down on the colorful parade going through the city.  Cheers and laughter echoed off the brick buildings, adding to the heat of the baking sun.  Giottoâs smile widened as he watched. Heâd picked a good day to visit.
Sure, peopleâs troubles would return tomorrow. But at least for one day, the festival allowed them to set those aside and celebrate. Â
The breeze ruffled his hair as he maneuvered through the crowd with G following close behind. Â He was jostled about as he slipped through the crowded streets. Â
âGiotto, isnât there a better place we could go?â G shoved off another man who merely nodded before returning to the revelry.
Giotto smiled brightly.  âThis is the better place,â Giotto said as they found a small area closer to the edge. Â
There was a sudden peal of laughter from nearby.  The sound of it hung in the air before fading off. It was replaced almost immediately by more laughter. Giotto turned at the sound, already smiling. Â
A hoard of small children surrounded a young woman, her dress a vibrant yellow as the skirt spun. The sunshine bouncing off her hair as she danced with one of the children. The child laughed with her as she spun them around.
âCosette!  Youâre doing it wrong!â The child dragged their feet on the ground. Â
âHow is this wrong?â The woman laughed lightly as she hopped around. Â
âWhich way,â she asked, turning in the wrong direction.  She started singing along and the child started laughing again. Her voice couldnât be said to be like that of a nightingaleâs but had a different way of making you smile. It was strong and her laughter broke through frequently. Â
âNo! Thatâs wrong!â
Giotto stepped away from G and stopped one of the other men.  âExcuse me, who is that?â He nodded in her direction.
The man followed Giottoâs gaze and smiled upon seeing her. Â âThatâs Viscountess Cosette. Â She comes down often. Â Her parents would never visit, even for a festival.â
âCosette,â Giotto repeated quietly. Â
Cosette attempted to dance with one of the other children, despite the one already clinging to her leg.
He started towards her and she looked up, her eyes large as she stared. The child didnât notice and tugged at her hands, trying to pull her along. Â
âMay I have this dance?â Giotto bowed and held out his hand.
Her eyebrows furrowed. Â âWho are you? I havenât seen you before.â
He stood, smiling sheepishly.  âMy nameâs Giotto.  But you didnât answer my question.â Â
âIf you like,â she said cautiously.
It started off slow and Cosette seemed to be embarrassed over her stumbling feet. Â But it wasnât long before the true steps were forgotten and they were both laughing.
The two stopped as G pushed his way through the crowd. Â âG-â Giotto began.
âHow many times are you going to disappear like that?â G questioned.
âG, this is Viscountess Cosette,â Giotto said gesturing to her. Â âViscountess Cosette, this is G.â
G nodded as did Cosette. Â
Giotto raised an eyebrow at G. Â âI hope you donât mind if we stay a little longer?â
There was a small huff from G. Â âYou always do what you want anyways.â
He turned back to Cosette, âI apologize for the interruption. Â Is there any chance of this continuing?â
There was another smile from Cosette and a nod.