( the smile that presents itself across his lips is something tense, as if it weren't used to belonging in such a place - she takes the moment to merely meet and hold his gaze, albeit brief, and finds an inkling of familiarity there. maybe it's the emptiness, the laissez-faire the two of them have both seemed to settle into come nightfall, but she doesn't presume as to know why, exactly. )
I'm catching on. ( he speaks with a note of experience, as if this weren't the first party he's witnessed sprawl across the endless grounds of the manor. the slightest furrow finds itself between her brows. is that what she'd been plucked from her own world into another for, then? some gaudy, bachelor style slice of life she'd never really been drawn to on her first go round?
he offers his hand, blue bracelet dangling, and with a faint smile of her own a small palm slips into his, despite her hesitance. it's not callousness so much as it is a practiced distance; not stubborn enough to recognize that she won't get very far keeping to herself, however. ) Wanda.
( a slow, considering breath, hand settling back into the bed of her lap. ) I haven't been here long... a night, maybe two.
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I'm catching on. ( he speaks with a note of experience, as if this weren't the first party he's witnessed sprawl across the endless grounds of the manor. the slightest furrow finds itself between her brows. is that what she'd been plucked from her own world into another for, then? some gaudy, bachelor style slice of life she'd never really been drawn to on her first go round?
he offers his hand, blue bracelet dangling, and with a faint smile of her own a small palm slips into his, despite her hesitance. it's not callousness so much as it is a practiced distance; not stubborn enough to recognize that she won't get very far keeping to herself, however. ) Wanda.
( a slow, considering breath, hand settling back into the bed of her lap. ) I haven't been here long... a night, maybe two.
I can't seem to pinpoint it.