[ He doesn't try to break contact with Alicent, electing to stand at her behest and do the hokey pokey and turn himself so that he can sit alongside her instead. It has him twisting his hand in hers to reverse his grip, before tucking it right there into her palms with a soft ease. The tips of his fingers curled around the side of her soft hand, thumb able to push against her knuckles with ease, in small circles. ]
Yeah, something like that.
[ There's no denying he was a little boy, once. That he'd picked up rocks and sticks and played pretend in towns where other little children didn't know his name and would forget about him days after he'd left with his father, on to the next place, then the next, then the next. That he spent his time chatting with booth attendants at carnivals, or sitting underneath the circulation desk at a library while the clerk snuck him pieces of her lunch while his father entertained a small crowd of geriatrics and their grandchildren. ]
My dad and I used to travel a lot. He was a magician; sleight of hand and illusions, you know? The stuff that makes people happy and brings wonder to their hearts. We'd spend a few weeks in the summer at different Renfaires — those are themed carnivals like this, where people pretend to live a life like yours. I did the sword slinging and princess-rescuing, yeah...
[ Pointing across the field, he tries to draw her attention to one of the events in particular. A facsimile of a jousting tournament, with padded lances and aged horses and casual participants that laugh and wrestle after they take a tumble. ]
What I liked was the dancing. I used to dance until I dropped.
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Yeah, something like that.
[ There's no denying he was a little boy, once. That he'd picked up rocks and sticks and played pretend in towns where other little children didn't know his name and would forget about him days after he'd left with his father, on to the next place, then the next, then the next. That he spent his time chatting with booth attendants at carnivals, or sitting underneath the circulation desk at a library while the clerk snuck him pieces of her lunch while his father entertained a small crowd of geriatrics and their grandchildren. ]
My dad and I used to travel a lot. He was a magician; sleight of hand and illusions, you know? The stuff that makes people happy and brings wonder to their hearts. We'd spend a few weeks in the summer at different Renfaires — those are themed carnivals like this, where people pretend to live a life like yours. I did the sword slinging and princess-rescuing, yeah...
[ Pointing across the field, he tries to draw her attention to one of the events in particular. A facsimile of a jousting tournament, with padded lances and aged horses and casual participants that laugh and wrestle after they take a tumble. ]
What I liked was the dancing. I used to dance until I dropped.