[The slightest noise. Her soft murmur that is almost unnoticed between sounds of breezes and birdsong. Air cracks with the gentle slap of his arm; her hand striking the skin where his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows.]
So you can smile when the mood takes you.
[His cane transfers to his left hand, so the right can rest upon where hers has settled in his arm.]
[He teases, but there'd been a time she'd been genuinely worried she wouldn't be able to. When the scars were still healing, growing thicker and stiffer. Even now, it's harder to smile than before, but it doesn't hurt. It just feels... strange.
She lifts his hand to move it, so she can lean against his arm. She places his hand back down on her shoulder, so that he's basically embracing her again.
She gestures a little bit, a rolling motion. She wants him to keep talking.]
[Fingers clench gently around her shoulder, settling in place with a comforting weight. His voice echoes from above and behind, a low and warm tone befitting of the season.]
Ours was a romance between a lady and an artist from the wrong side of town. [Prince and Pauper. Rich and Poor.] You know, it threatened quite a scandal.
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So you can smile when the mood takes you.
[His cane transfers to his left hand, so the right can rest upon where hers has settled in his arm.]
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She lifts his hand to move it, so she can lean against his arm. She places his hand back down on her shoulder, so that he's basically embracing her again.
She gestures a little bit, a rolling motion. She wants him to keep talking.]
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Ours was a romance between a lady and an artist from the wrong side of town. [Prince and Pauper. Rich and Poor.] You know, it threatened quite a scandal.