[He blinks a couple times. trying to sort his own thoughts out here. Fighting and dancing. There's something about it, perhaps. The shared experience, interweaving with one another. One leads hopefully leads to harmony and happiness, the other could potentially end in death.]
[The weight of her hand settles on her knee, and his gaze turns on her like a lighthouse.]
[What bright, shining eyes.]
[What a gaze.]
[He should say no. The fingers feel like they're burning through the fabric. He shouldn't have offered that drink. He should have forgotten all of this. He always betrays himself.]
[He bids his mouth not be a traitor, and it doesn't listen.]
no subject
[He blinks a couple times. trying to sort his own thoughts out here. Fighting and dancing. There's something about it, perhaps. The shared experience, interweaving with one another. One leads hopefully leads to harmony and happiness, the other could potentially end in death.]
[The weight of her hand settles on her knee, and his gaze turns on her like a lighthouse.]
[What bright, shining eyes.]
[What a gaze.]
[He should say no. The fingers feel like they're burning through the fabric. He shouldn't have offered that drink. He should have forgotten all of this. He always betrays himself.]
[He bids his mouth not be a traitor, and it doesn't listen.]
...Just one.