โต โBattles are won with blades, yet hearts fall for laughter.โ โต Written by เผป ๐ฏ๐๐ถ๐๐๐น๐เผบ โโ๐ชฆ๐๏ธ |MDNI|RP|MV/MS|21+|
โ perhaps more of a gleam in his eye than before.
โIt is quite alright, my lady. If you were completely successful at your first attempt, I would be out of a job.โ He does chuckle here, at his own expense.
โYou can do it though, try again.โ
He wants to laugh when it fails, but not because he meant to mock her. But because it was one of the most adorable attempts he has ever witnessed. And Milo could not help the joy that brought him.
Instead though, to keep his promise, he just continues to smile at her. With โ
He offers easy encouragement, too. Is it on account of her noble blood, just humouring her? No. His smile seems too earnest for that โ besides, she's doing the /easy/ part of the juggling. The one tougher to fail at.
Lena's mouth parts in awe when he flings the first ball up, -
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VERY busy week, loves.
The university I work at is having celebrations all week for a major milestone and thereโs a massive event this Friday for it. Plus school work ๐
SL replies will have to wait - small things in the interim when I can ๐ซถ๐ป
; ~ ๐
DANCE UNTIL YOUR FEET FALL OFF! DRINK THE FEY WINE, AND YOUโLL BE TRAPPED FOREVER!
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faerie OC. genderless. jester/second hand for Queen Titania. mischief maker.
RT?
โ casual attire than his opulent garbs for his performances, he walks alongside her.
โI am happy to give it, my lady. I thank you for allowing me to join.โ
Milo had found himself frequenting any festivals or tents or troupes in his solo career. Missing their energy with the townsfolk. And in those journeys had come across Tanselle.
And although they were barely acquainted, he had hopes to change that.
Dressed in much more โ
Wonderful!
She held the basket close as she began leading the way to the flower fields , not too far of a journey .
โ thank you for the company . โ
She spoke with a soft smile .
As he stands, he adjusts his hat just slightly, before then his long lapels that had bells of their own on them. A black and white checkered print on this day.
โI fair well, your grace. It is always a jubilant day! And you, how are you faring?โ
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Forgive me - I am a yapper and terrible at banter. ๐ญ
Thereโs just so much I want to say and context I want to present ๐ ๐ซฃ
โ balls one after the other. And then faster and faster. Until the paint became a blur.
Not once breaking a sweat, losing concentration, or his award winning smile.
Milo, not expecting company, startles and lets out a laugh.
The objects coming to a stall in his grasp. Turning to the woman, he presents her with a practiced, but bright smile.
โAye, as the lady requests.โ
What happens next is showmanship. He starts off slow, moving the โ