Storytellers used to travel from village to village, court to court, performing poems and folk ballads, accompanying themselves with guitars, reed organs, whatever instrument they had.โ
His scarred fingers absently tapped once against the paper cup beside him.
Azriel looked at her in surprise when she admitted sheโd seen him before.
His expression barely changed at all. Just the slightest widening of his eyes, a near imperceptible flutter of lashes, the tiniest shift in one shoulder. Reactions so subtle most people would never notice+
โIโve seen you in class... and Iโve been to a couple of hockey games. Youโre goodโ in both things.โ she took her coffee with both hands while giving him a small smile.
โHowever, your career doesnโt have much to do with music. Are you looking for more credits or do you really
screen of his laptop.
โMusic and Iโฆโ He paused softly. โWe go way back.โ
Then, quieter still, almost thoughtful, he added,
โAnd all the great classics were performed through music. Elizabethan theatre, Greek theatreโฆ it was all sung, staged, brought to life. +
โOh, no, donโt worry about it,โ Azriel said quickly, gentlemanly as ever.
Still, his gaze lingered on the girl in front of him as she carefully split the cinnamon roll into two halves.
A faint blush crept across his cheeks, subtle but there. Still, he accepted it.
โOh, I know.๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ
She smiled when she saw his little collapse. How is it that big, mysterious and so serene-looking man could be so tender without even wanting to be?
she gently thanked him for taking her small plate and positioning it in the middle.
โWe can share,โ she asked after seeing his
This is the best cafรฉ on the entire campus. Thanks, Gwyn.โ
He said her name in a low, gentle voice while reaching for a napkin from the dispenser nearby. Using it, he carefully took the piece of pastry she was offering him instead of touching it directly with his hands.
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When Mor glances over her shoulder and catches his gaze, Azrielโs first instinct is the same as always; to look away before heโs caught staring, before anyone notices too much. Before she does.
But not tonight.
Tonight, he doesnโt look away.
Instead, he holds her gaze openly, +
Sheโs aware of the eyes of her but instead of having the hairs stand up on the back of her neck in fear.. she feels safer. Knowing itโs Azriel watching her.
Eventually however she cannot take it any longer, glancing over her shoulder until she is able to catch his โ
his head, โmay I have the honor of this dance?โ
His other hand lifts hers carefully, reverently, bringing her knuckles to his lips in a soft kiss.
He can feel the interested looks from the two females beside her, and from others too. Hear the whispers already beginning around +