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Post by Egyptian Myth on Nov 13, 2007 16:40:57 GMT -5
He let his hand hover between them as her fingers softly felt it. His hidden gaze was now on the stage although his attention wasn't. He felt her eyes more than her touch, listening to her breathe until she spoke. He nodded subtely, as if wary of distracting the actors with too much movement. At some point a witty remark was said in the play, and he gave a quiet chuckle with others of the audience, as the sophisticated would only give chuckles rather than hearty laughs. He leaned back in his seat comfortably, legs crossed, yet still retained a posture of quality you never found in young men anymore.
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Post by .Jossachu. on Nov 13, 2007 18:56:55 GMT -5
She glanced again at the stage, to be honest, she's seen the same play everytime they've shown it. They've changed up the actors a few times, but the words were the same, meter and rhythm perfect, their actions and movements graceful. She began to quietly mouth the words as they were spoken, her eyes drifted back toward the entrance, expecting. She let her fingers curl around the young man's hand, and she turned her attention back to the stage, admiring the face of the woman on stage. She glowed under the spotlight, rouged and beautiful. The girl sighed again.
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Post by Egyptian Myth on Nov 13, 2007 20:07:47 GMT -5
A random show of affection. He felt only the gentle pressure of her fingers as they slid between his, but not the touch of her skin. His fingers remained mostly limp on his hands, however, but he didn't move his hand. The play only mildly interested him. He too had seen it so many times, but he wasn't the type to mouth the lines. Some things just never got old for him; obviously, what with his attire, one would suppose. Finally, it seemed, intermission came and the curtain was drawn, the dim lighting slowly returning so as not to startle the audience's eyes. He stretched back somewhat, still not moving his hand from the girl's, and gave a small yawn, politely covering it with stiff fingers. Although it couldn't be imagined for his breath to be terribly foul. He thought for a moment on if there was anything he needed, and he decided there wasn't. He looked towards the girl, tilting his head just slightly in a questioning manner, as a puppy would, the gesture rather cute. The question of if she needed to get up for anything went unspoken, only told in his somehow inquiring yet invisible eyes.
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Post by .Jossachu. on Nov 13, 2007 22:34:16 GMT -5
The girl covered her mouth with her free hand and giggled, her voice musical and gentle. The young man's overall demeanor was odd, but amusing, refreshing, even. She was used to being around nothing but grumps, scowling and cursing the world. With a sigh she looked back toward the entrance, eyes still expecting, but met no one. Turning her attention back to the young man, she smiled again "How rude of me, I never told you my name, sir." She tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. "I'm Lily." She stared at her lap, carefully smoothing her dress again, and gave his hand a little squeeze. "What's your name?" She looked up at him, taking his one hand in both of hers. Her hands were tiny and childlike, but her fingers were slender and proportional. Her smile was more subtle now, content, but her eyes were bright and expecting, the same look she gave the entrance of the theatre.
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Post by Egyptian Myth on Nov 14, 2007 20:01:51 GMT -5
He paused, the subject of names having slipped from his thoughts. He pondered which name to give her. He stared at her hands around his for a moment, taking in the simplicity and subtle perfection in their smell, feel, form. What hurt could it do? ".. Syde." Something about his name was rather chilling... Certainly not a common one, obviously, but it had a peculiar air to it more than that. Behind his dark, wavy bangs his well-concealed eyes stared into hers. Such an expectant look in them, like a puppy awaiting praise. His soft smile, having briefly faded somewhat as he lost himself in thought, now returned. He gently pulled his held hand closer, taking her hands with it, and placed a tender, modest kiss upon her fingers. And some say chivalry is dead.
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Post by .Jossachu. on Nov 15, 2007 16:00:15 GMT -5
His brief hesitation made her uneasy, but she got a name, and was satisfied. She smiled, Mister 'Syde' was so very polite, and his company, very nice. He didn't seem like the type who would talk much, though. "That's an interesting name," She purred, taking his arm in hers, her wrist and hand limp, and resting in the crook of his arm. She looked at his face again, what she could see was beautiful, perfect but, she couldn't help but wonder why he would want to hide beneath his hair and hat. Maybe he just wanted to, maybe he was scarred or had a blind eye. It didn't matter, she was just curious about it, but thought it rude to ask. "You know," She hesitated and looked away, her shyness getting the best of her. "You're very different from anyone I've ever met while I've been living here. Are you from this area?" She looked back and watched him carefully, afraid of offending where no offense was meant.
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Post by Egyptian Myth on Nov 15, 2007 16:14:20 GMT -5
He allowed her arm in his, and took this as the signal to stand and use the intermission, so he stood, his movements pleasingly graceful. He smiled at her words. "Not really." He responded quietly. His words were patient, careful - not hesitant - his manner of speaking was just elegant that way, flowing, each syllable sounded out clearly. "I wander, but I've been here a little while." It could be heard in his voice his thoughts were briefly distant. He moved out of the row with her, both their footsteps of considerable stealth, and then made their way down the aisle to the lobby. It might be noticed he didn't touch or even lightly bump anyone or anything besides her on his way there. Either he was that graceful, or apparently very careful. Perhaps both.
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Post by .Jossachu. on Nov 15, 2007 22:32:27 GMT -5
She hooked her pinky around the handle of her parasol, and tucked it beneath her arm. His fluid voice was very pleasant to her ears, and she wanted to get him to talk so that she could hear it and learn more about him. "You wandered around?" She stayed in step with him, the clasps on her shoes lightly clicking as she walked. It was comfortable walking next to him, he was anything but clumsy, his pace was even, he was just simply perfect. She rested her head against his shoulder. "Have you been anywhere interesting?" She liked the thought of traveling abroad, but couldn't. Her aunt liked the stability of staying in one place, and was afraid that if she left to travel, either her cousin Gregory would run off, leaving her aunt all by herself, or her aunt would end up killing Gregory thinking it was his fault she left. Her aunt wasn't the most rational person, either, she was a proud woman, and nothing would get through to her if she didn't want it to. Lily sighed audibly, by accident, at the thought.
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