circumspector: (xxv » damask and dark)
a n g e l . ([personal profile] circumspector) wrote in [community profile] station72 2016-10-13 05:33 am (UTC)

[ The drink and the press of bodies makes it easy to tuck herself against his back. Settled against the crook of his shoulder. For a moment utterly distracted, a pleased happy gasp at one of the performers is tossed high into the air. Then giggling like she knows it's so silly to be swept up. Yes, Ilde would have liked to see this - or she'd have found it too much. She could never quite tell, sometimes.

But she liked Angel, knew how to play a role when she must. Maybe she would have been performing on one of the floats?
]

Hm?

[ It's a soft vibration as she draws her attention back to him. There's no role to this, where she's tucked in against him. Eyes looking up to him, face lifting that little. All soft murmur of her words close in so he could hear her over the thrum of music. ]

There are as many colours as in her garden. [ The smile curls at the edge of her mouth, a puff of laughter that stays in between them. The thud, thud, thud of her heart loud in her chest to the beat that rocks through like shockwaves. ] I saw someone selling bunches of braided ribbons. I think she'd like those. What do you think? [ Her fingers slipping to thread through his, always soft, always curling around receptively, and it's just so easy to be giving and easy, right now. ]

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