the entirety of her lighthearted scolding is reduced only to the rakish joke plastered to its end , capturing the brunt of francesca’s attention and earning herself a one - worded scolding of her own .
mouth spreads into an accomplished , widely amused grin . . . until her
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‘ michaela! ’
the voice escapes louder than she expects, causing her to close her eyes for a moment due to the slight headache ; ℎeavens!—— cheeks almost flush at that very moment.
still cannot quite accustom herself to her sense »
whereabouts the previous night are questioned .
that smile falters slightly as she attempts to brandish an excuse . “ oh , here and there , tending to some matters . why , were you worried about me .ᐣ ” it’s typical of her to reverse the focus from herself onto francesca .
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disrupted , i would suggest quit telling them to await my every late return . unless , of course , 𝘺𝘰𝘶 want to be the one to help me out of my gowns at night . ”
playful eye squint .
too much time has been spent studying francesca , learning her quirks , adapting to her ways , all so that she may stay on the path that is least bothersome to her host . that answer does not fool anyone .
the correction was anticipated .
“ i do not need for them to assist
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shoulders tense slightly, she averts her gaze, fingers lower slowly as she realises her own words. ‘ no. ’
she hurriedly murmurs, her voice trembles a little.
‘ actually—— yes. ’ »
my every move . i have already made it clear that i merely require one set of helping hands to help rid me of my dresses , and yet that is never the case . ” slouching back , there is an almost smug , accusatory tone to her words .
“ if you do not wish for them to be
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those wandering digits are subjected to a heavy gaze , eyes alight as if each stroke bears something worth noting —— she’s just thankful that there is something distracting enough to which she can turn her sight .
a pianist’s fingers are always fascinatingly nimble .
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⠀ “ i see .. ” fingers twitch
⠀ on the armrest, timid when
⠀ tracing the edges and each
⠀ wooden divot.
⠀ “ i confess, ” apprehensively
⠀ lifting her head, “ now that
⠀ it’s just the two of us, i
⠀ hoped to be worthy of
⠀ your confidence. ”
“ and yet that is the very reason why i cannot bring myself to involve you . ” her words are softly spoken , the crackle of the fire before them almost successful in engulfing the murmured sounds .
“ you are all i have now . i am to be certain
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“ i know that . ”
the rapidity of her response stems from her desire to reassure francesca —— reassure her that their newly established ‘ friendship ’ title is not one she takes lightly .
“ and you as well , of course . ” she offers , allowing her tentative feet to reduce
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⠀ eyes are swift in
⠀ recapturing the dancing
⠀ flames; wild and⠀rippling,
⠀ much like the heat that
⠀ spreads along her chest
⠀ at just a moments eye
⠀ contact.
⠀ ( … )
brows knit together in a visible display of the wonderings within her mind —— what could possibly be the correlation between her late arrival and francesca’s seemingly sour mood .ᐣ
hand drops to her lap . “ i apologise , did i awaken you with my return .ᐣ ”