[ Her eyes flick back to his face, visibly surprised. From how he words it, it's not anything unusual at first. Of course he wouldn't know what to expect. Illusions, the things Hamel had seen, how she could bring others into those feelings and intentions given life in all but reality... it's not very natural. He hadn't needed to agree to this, especially if he hadn't known what to expect.
But he had said if it was her...
She draws in a quiet breath. Because it's her, he doesn't mind it? ]
No, Miss Hamel. I should be thanking you for that.
[ dancing is a partnership, isn't it? that's the main difference between a dance and a fight. in a fight, you are at odds, meant to overpower the other. but in a dance, the two must work together to create something beautiful. and in order to be partners, the trust must go both ways.
marco trusting hamel to create something beautiful is no feat. it's a given, honestly. but hamel trusting he would be capable of doing so in turn? that's a far greater ask than she realizes... but of course she wouldn't think so, when she hasn't yet known all the ugly that can come from his hands.
he stands, finally. the time for illusions is over. ]
[ She doesn't want to make him feel obligated to escort her, but it also feels as though he would feel bad if she turned him down, so there's really no winning here. Hamel pauses, then offers him a smile and her hand. ]
If you wouldn't mind. I hope we'll be able to share another dance soon.
[ She'd happily share a moment like that with him again. ]
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[ Her eyes flick back to his face, visibly surprised. From how he words it, it's not anything unusual at first. Of course he wouldn't know what to expect. Illusions, the things Hamel had seen, how she could bring others into those feelings and intentions given life in all but reality... it's not very natural. He hadn't needed to agree to this, especially if he hadn't known what to expect.
But he had said if it was her...
She draws in a quiet breath. Because it's her, he doesn't mind it? ]
Thank you...
... For being willing to trust me.
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No, Miss Hamel. I should be thanking you for that.
[ dancing is a partnership, isn't it? that's the main difference between a dance and a fight. in a fight, you are at odds, meant to overpower the other. but in a dance, the two must work together to create something beautiful. and in order to be partners, the trust must go both ways.
marco trusting hamel to create something beautiful is no feat. it's a given, honestly. but hamel trusting he would be capable of doing so in turn? that's a far greater ask than she realizes... but of course she wouldn't think so, when she hasn't yet known all the ugly that can come from his hands.
he stands, finally. the time for illusions is over. ]
Can I escort you back to your room?
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If you wouldn't mind. I hope we'll be able to share another dance soon.
[ She'd happily share a moment like that with him again. ]