[She looks stunning, he says, and she is stunned. She blinks at him, down at their hands as his lips leave hers, and her fingers curl a little in his grasp.]
...I... would say the same of you, Somnus.
[It isn't just congenial, a tit for tat in thanks for his compliment. He does look grand in his costume, and while he doesn't look unpleasant in his usual garb, there is something to be said about a trim suit. What's different is the noteworthy part of it. She can appreciate the way he navigated their dance more by seeing the way his legs and feet move in well-cut dress pants. She hasn't been blind to the fact that he's a handsome man, has in fact acknowledged this before. That was never in question.
Nonetheless, there is something decidedly more... attractive, is that word. Something attractive about the way he looked at her from behind the mask. And as he straightens up again, quite suddenly, and boldly, she wants it known. When they're level once more, able to look one another in the eye, she shifts closer and - should he allow it - she'll place a light kiss to his cheek in return. This one isn't merely an equivalent exchange, either. It is one that admittedly lingers a breath too long as she considers the possible implications. She's never done this before.
The gesture does make her shy again, though, so she's quick to retreat a step and loosen her grip on his hand. They should... probably go. They're taking up open space on the dance floor as the music picks up for the next set, and her mouth is suddenly parched and begging for another drink. (Maybe water this time. The wine's made her light-headed, surely.)]
Ah... until next time, then.
[With the promise of there being a next time, this feels a lot less like fleeing.]
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...I... would say the same of you, Somnus.
[It isn't just congenial, a tit for tat in thanks for his compliment. He does look grand in his costume, and while he doesn't look unpleasant in his usual garb, there is something to be said about a trim suit. What's different is the noteworthy part of it. She can appreciate the way he navigated their dance more by seeing the way his legs and feet move in well-cut dress pants. She hasn't been blind to the fact that he's a handsome man, has in fact acknowledged this before. That was never in question.
Nonetheless, there is something decidedly more... attractive, is that word. Something attractive about the way he looked at her from behind the mask. And as he straightens up again, quite suddenly, and boldly, she wants it known. When they're level once more, able to look one another in the eye, she shifts closer and - should he allow it - she'll place a light kiss to his cheek in return. This one isn't merely an equivalent exchange, either. It is one that admittedly lingers a breath too long as she considers the possible implications. She's never done this before.
The gesture does make her shy again, though, so she's quick to retreat a step and loosen her grip on his hand. They should... probably go. They're taking up open space on the dance floor as the music picks up for the next set, and her mouth is suddenly parched and begging for another drink. (Maybe water this time. The wine's made her light-headed, surely.)]
Ah... until next time, then.
[With the promise of there being a next time, this feels a lot less like fleeing.]