[To make their own choice. To follow what they want to do. He can be compliant and allow himself to be leashed, follow whatever he's told. But when he decides to do something of his own volition, to choose to rebel and follow his own instinct, he's capable of ripping off that leash and run how he wants.
It's the same here. Whatever "leashes" he had allowed to hold him back, to make him cautious and hesitate in moving forward, they're being snapped by this sudden overwhelming feeling and energy that makes him think that maybe they really can change things. That maybe even if worlds separate them, here they're together. So why not take that chance, that opportunity? Why not enjoy what they have now?
Of course, whether those are his true feelings or again an influence of the scene he's caught up in will be a question for him to figure out later.
For now, the music quiets as Eustace leans closer to her, his voice clear but softer and lowering as he nears the end of his verse.]
And why don't we rewrite the stars...? Changing the world to be ours...
[His lips are now brushing against hers, coaxing and tempting her as the music fades.]
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[To make their own choice. To follow what they want to do. He can be compliant and allow himself to be leashed, follow whatever he's told. But when he decides to do something of his own volition, to choose to rebel and follow his own instinct, he's capable of ripping off that leash and run how he wants.
It's the same here. Whatever "leashes" he had allowed to hold him back, to make him cautious and hesitate in moving forward, they're being snapped by this sudden overwhelming feeling and energy that makes him think that maybe they really can change things. That maybe even if worlds separate them, here they're together. So why not take that chance, that opportunity? Why not enjoy what they have now?
Of course, whether those are his true feelings or again an influence of the scene he's caught up in will be a question for him to figure out later.
For now, the music quiets as Eustace leans closer to her, his voice clear but softer and lowering as he nears the end of his verse.]
And why don't we rewrite the stars...?
Changing the world to be ours...
[His lips are now brushing against hers, coaxing and tempting her as the music fades.]