[ Quiet falls over the bar, precious seconds of stillness and silence--even the rabble from outside seems to dissipate, if only for this moment. There's tension in it, but it's not hostile, it's just--
Fragile.
Finally, he heaves a breath, soft as not to disturb the preternatural stillness around them, because he knows the gift he's been given in this vulnerability. It's something few have shared with him, the real him, the person behind the cavalier masks and careless attitude.
It's a treasure not to be squandered, as delicate and fine as glass. The edges of it would slice him to ribbons if he ever thought to break it.
In this moment, he promises--to her, to himself--that he'll never let that happen.
Staring down at her hand gripping his, he smiles, a small, muted curve, free hand leaving his glass to pull her forward into his chest. In a voice just nearly as quiet as hers, he gives that promise aloud: ]
Then I guess I have no choice but to be part of the future, too.
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Fragile.
Finally, he heaves a breath, soft as not to disturb the preternatural stillness around them, because he knows the gift he's been given in this vulnerability. It's something few have shared with him, the real him, the person behind the cavalier masks and careless attitude.
It's a treasure not to be squandered, as delicate and fine as glass. The edges of it would slice him to ribbons if he ever thought to break it.
In this moment, he promises--to her, to himself--that he'll never let that happen.
Staring down at her hand gripping his, he smiles, a small, muted curve, free hand leaving his glass to pull her forward into his chest. In a voice just nearly as quiet as hers, he gives that promise aloud: ]
Then I guess I have no choice but to be part of the future, too.