[There was some more that could be done. Some words, a drink of minted water to cleanse the pallet, an elaborate series of bows and shaking hands and farewells, but none were entirely necessary and certainly they did not befit a ceremony for two as close as they were.
The water, perhaps, but it seemed like a distraction at this point. Better then to turn his attention to the focus of her eyes and the sharpness of her smile, the way her pinkie lies just outside the corner of her lips where she rests her face on her hand. The words alone are not entirely chaste, but the open buzz of her mind strips away whatever coyness there may have been there.
He does not mind at all.]
I believe I made some statement to that effect.
[And she had wondered what else he could do.
He shifts his hand from where it rests to fit his fingers around hers, turning her palm lightly to the table so that when he stands he gently pulls her to do the same, resisting the urge to step over the table which is- not quite his, or perhaps is very much his. Instead, still holding her hand in his, he steps around the outside of the table, leading the necessary turn of her body. He leaves the smoke to burn in it's brass holder, untroubled. It would turn to cinder before long.]
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The water, perhaps, but it seemed like a distraction at this point. Better then to turn his attention to the focus of her eyes and the sharpness of her smile, the way her pinkie lies just outside the corner of her lips where she rests her face on her hand. The words alone are not entirely chaste, but the open buzz of her mind strips away whatever coyness there may have been there.
He does not mind at all.]
I believe I made some statement to that effect.
[And she had wondered what else he could do.
He shifts his hand from where it rests to fit his fingers around hers, turning her palm lightly to the table so that when he stands he gently pulls her to do the same, resisting the urge to step over the table which is- not quite his, or perhaps is very much his. Instead, still holding her hand in his, he steps around the outside of the table, leading the necessary turn of her body. He leaves the smoke to burn in it's brass holder, untroubled. It would turn to cinder before long.]