β i would not mind
assistance, in the
occasion that you
happen to be
offering. β
the words are
nonchalant, but
tilt of his head
was lowered in
genuine expect
ation.
and it isn't a river
in egypt either.
( alright, maybe
it's time to admit
that flirting, no,
bantering was
not his strongest
suit. )
wait. π₯π’π³ππͺπ―π¨ β .α£
calm down, iβm jusβ pullin your leg. ( head tilted back, rolling his eyes. ) denial doesnβt look good on you darlinβ ( yes, heβs βbanteringβ again. )
it is called π£π’π―π΅π¦π³,
not attention β
seeking, in case
you've not known.
( grimaces at the
lack of remorse,
if only it wasn't
endearing; that
attitude of his. )
hey now, youβve came to me. you wanted βm attention. ( biiig smile on his face, tilting his hat at him. laughing, at the strikes. ) youβre blushinβ
( shock running down
the spine, flooding
cheeks with apparent
crimson colour leading
to the strikes of the
same lithe hand on
his chest thrice. )
away. away with you.
heaven's above βββ
@demuragentsky and none is as
precious as the
time you've
allowed us to
have.
tell me, where
has your voice
led you off
recently .α£ you
are well-loved
by the cosmos,
your songs
heard by all.
@demuragentsky
darjeeling, chamomile,
earl grey, or peppermint?
( a table is set before the
two halovians, cups and
saucers among the array
of tea leaves. )
which among these do
you prefer, robin ?
wave a hand and
the bar keeper
comes bearing
cold mechanical
arms that move
for the very pur
pose of service.
the absence of
living souls apart
from both sitting
on a table allows
for silence &&.
seclusion.
β easy as it is to
connect dots on
what makes
most sense, the
two barely made
sense to me as
a young child. β
the admission
is accompanied
by touch, soft &&
clement, guiding
the chrysos heir
with a hand on
the small of his
back.
trailing from his hand on sunday's shoulder, to the other clasped in gloved hand,
" i suppose your expertise in dancing has to do with your affinity for music..? "
β practice is what
it took. years of it
lest my two left
feet stumble
along with yours. β
the tone is easily
playful, a lilt akin
to the crooning
of a dove whilst
drawing anaxa
close enough for
a delicate spin.