[has she done this before? it's deja vu she's feeling, isn't it? being led by the hand past bodies in a room full of music...it feels nostalgic and...fluttery in a childish kind of way. maybe she dreamed it up as a girl; girls dream about this sort of thing, don't they?
she can only puzzle about it so much in the midst of trying to keep tempo and master her footing. it...comes naturally, somehow. maybe she really did do a lot of dreaming, once upon a time. the bit of satisfaction that swells up lifts her head so her eyes can finally meet Flynn's. warm, smiling eyes - a summer's blue sky. her own, severe gold, seem to soften.]
I look like...someone you wouldn't have to worry too much about? Is that what you mean? [soft eyes, sure, but her words are still sharpened for scrutiny.]
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she can only puzzle about it so much in the midst of trying to keep tempo and master her footing. it...comes naturally, somehow. maybe she really did do a lot of dreaming, once upon a time. the bit of satisfaction that swells up lifts her head so her eyes can finally meet Flynn's. warm, smiling eyes - a summer's blue sky. her own, severe gold, seem to soften.]
I look like...someone you wouldn't have to worry too much about? Is that what you mean? [soft eyes, sure, but her words are still sharpened for scrutiny.]