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"you've improved a lot since the last time we danced."
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @fontained ) 〝 i'd hate to be seen dancing as if i had two left feet in public. so i took it upon myself to take a few lessons ＂
২ ✶ heading to bed, but cb & specify﹗ (^▽^人)
“⠀you know, lady lohefalter, it would be much more pleasing if you could grace a smile more often.⠀”
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @fontained ) a hand was placed against the nape of the heir's neck once he was close, and she pulled cecillion down to her level until their noses breifly brushed〝 wouldn't you like to know﹖ ＂ she said as a small smirk of her own appeared before she let go of the other and walked away. irina then chose to stand near one of the bushes nearby, her interest in the flowers within them being piqued
“⠀you wound me so.⠀” ⠀ a temporary hand rests upon his chest, signifying as if one was hurt by the comment. however, after retracting one's hand─– cecillion strode to her side and leaned with a careful whisper. ⠀ “⠀and what are the 'better' things?⠀”
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @fontained ) the tactician in question responded with silence as her arms folded over her chest. she later turned so her back was now facing cecillion〝 i'd argue that there's much more better things to look at than you ＂
“⠀oh... i don't recall having seen this scar on your skin before. what had hurt you dearest?⠀”
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @fontained ) 〝 you don't have to go and do that cecillion. but it's really sweet thst you care ＂ a chuckle emits from irina as a hand reached to comb through the other's hair
“⠀for.. ‘awhile‘ you say? you sound so certain you've obtained such from it. if it were otherwise, i might actually hunt that person down.⠀” ⠀ his arms encloses to her figure, and his lips softly meets the blemish.
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @fontained ) 〝 hm﹖ oh, i almost forgot about that. don't worry, i've had this scare for a while. i ended up getting it while i was doing a training routine ＂
it's such a shame you did not wear the jewellery i had brought, i was hoping to see it. or was it not to your liking?
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @fontained) 〝 is one of your reasons for enjoying my company is because you like when i poke fun at you﹖ ＂ she questioned with a smile before resting her head against cecillion's shoulder
“⠀i ask but your precious time, my lady.⠀” ⠀ and thus, he reaches to gently hold her hand───which were then planted with a brief kiss. ⠀ “⠀naught can compare to the pleasures of your dearly company alone.⠀”
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @fontained ) 〝 i have the perfect dress to go with it too. so you'll have to wait until then lover boy ＂ a small laugh came from her at the ticklish feeling of the other's finger grazing along her jawline〝 you tend to spoil me so much, but i don't have anything special or expensive to give you in return ＂
“⠀agh —⠀”⠀ a wince, with a slight step back cecillion scoffed.⠀ “⠀that's my foot, dear.⠀”
“⠀it happens. is it not entirely the purpose for next week's banquet? no matter, we'll get through it in no time.⠀” ⠀ cecillion feigns a reassuring smile, his grip lightly tightens on both by her hand and the lithe waist. ⠀ “⠀my eyes are here ma colombe. if you are so precarious on stepping on me again, try to at least trust the flow of our movements.⠀”
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @fontained ) 〝 well i'm trying not to step on your foot on purpose ＂ her gaze was focused on the floor, not trusting her movements taken she had accidentally stepped on cecillion again〝 dancing isn't a strong suit of mine's ＂
“⠀aella.⠀”
it drops like poison, just the mere utterance. that wretched name, plaguing one's mind like a longing mantra───swirling with a cycled vexation. keeping the heir's conscious awake.. with a puzzling question he so wishes to omit.
yet on most nights, it was not this u͟n͟p͟l͟e͟a͟s͟a͟n͟t͟. it was as if his past had been managing to crawl back to him with force, an oppurtunity to lunge him towards to... what? madness? those blurred visions seldom. he's unable to make out the surroundings of how dimly lit it were── even unaware of a second presence within the room, a figure stands by the door's entryway, making cecillion halt (..) quick to compose himself.
though it had already been too late, as those charming features were witnessed upon a disheveled - troubled countenance. scarcely managing to collect himself. ⠀ “⠀i.. irina?⠀” ⠀how could he call for another maiden's name? just who is... ᵃᵉˡˡᵃ ?
it appears his expression remained solemn, yet fearful───it was most intriguing, even for him. when one speaks of that name, it brings him naught but pain and sorrows that he does not seem to understand. ⠀ “⠀i... do not recall. and it is something within my current form that forbids me to even grasp it.⠀”
cecillion turned to look at irina, troubled.. stressed. he looked rather worse than usual. it seems like the embittered pain keeps on worsening. ⠀ “⠀it's as though (...) i'm not fully aware that my former self refuses to. and that must mean something..⠀” ⠀he reaches his hand to onto hers, gently squeezing it before he brings it to his lips to place a kiss.
“⠀i apologise. i don't want you seeing me in this state.⠀”
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @fontained ) 〝 i heard noises coming from your room and got worried something bad might've happened ＂ was irina's only response at seeing the distressed state cecillion was in. she leaned against the doorframe as crimson hues stared at the other. who was this person he mentioned﹖ was it in her place to ask him such a question﹖ she didn't want to bring up anymore bad memories of the past the heir had gone through. but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel left in the dark as she watched him go through this emotional suffering pain she didn't understand with a deep breath, she slowly approached cecillion as to not startle him before sitting on the edge of the bed. her gaze was soft as she made sure to keep her distance from the other, wanting to give him some space in case he was uncomfortable 〝 cecillion, who is aella﹖ ＂
“⠀won't you join me at least? the rain feels splendid on the skin.⠀”
“⠀ah, you revel in seeing me all drenched? (..) ma fleur est assez frolicsome. ［my flower is quite frolicsome.］ ” ⠀ a soft chuckle chimes across curved lips. pleased, cecillion softly hums afterwards as he presses his forehead against hers. ⠀“⠀i just remembered you mortals get sick on the rain, what a shame. i would've loved spending time with you.. exactly like this.⠀”
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @fontained ) a shiver went down her spine at the feeling of cecillion's cold hands against her waist. but she made no effort in pushing his hands away as her eyes playfully rolled〝 you're so lucky i have a soft spot for you. hm, you look good like this ＂ she said as a hand lift to comb her fingers through the other's drenched hair
“⠀hm, that so?⠀” ⠀a playful glint, cecillion's rather drenched frame approaches the woman. hands meticulously pulling her from the waist, ⠀“⠀it especially feels pleasing like this as well.⠀”
২ ✶ cb & specify﹗ ♡(^▽^人)
“⠀my dear.. you look stunning as the first day i've laid my eyes on you.⠀”
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @fontained ) 〝 you'll exhaust yourself if you keep working so often. everyone would be in a panic if you were to collapse ＂ irina softly spoke before placing a chaste kiss onto his lips〝 what do you feel like doing now﹖ ＂
arms enwrapped around her waist, simply to keep the maiden securely in place. ⠀ “⠀day—off..? that very notion baffles me. even so, there is still so much to do.⠀” ⠀he then gently pressed his forehead to hers. ⠀ “⠀but... i also wouldn't mind lazing for now.⠀”
⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀ ──── ( @fontained ) 〝 what, you wanted to watch me while i sleep﹖ are you that in love with me﹖＂ she asked with a soft laugh as she let herself comfortably sit on top of cecillion. her hands began to play with his hair〝 you should get more rest. it is your day off after all ＂