[ a silly man... he's really never heard such words come out of anyone's else's mouth. as much as it may have been puzzling, it was likely just as much of a testament to her lack of fear, or sense of reservation with him. as if she could speak her mind clearly, and without the weight of rumors to bog down her perception of him.
which, completely unknown to him seems to get a touch of smile on his lips, all the more paired with the conviction behind her words. her warmth spreads to the palm of his own hands. her hand on his chest, a bit remnant to the time in the infirmary in their proximity. maybe it's because of this, his own voice drops, a bit more muted and quiet as he whispers a soft: ] Only if I occupy the same amount of space in yours.
[ fair is fair...
but, he pulls away just ever so slightly, keeping the professional distance as one does in dance. but, his smile may have given up more than he intends.
"love." a word he evades, and while normally it may have got him to scoff, he seems to just let it pass. just for now. ]
[ it's funny how much easier it is to talk with him about anything. the times when callisto is gentle doesn't happen as often, so it makes her feel special when he does grant it to her. his smile reflects her own; soft, small, her voice a bit more gentle as she talks to him. perhaps it's best to have done this in his room, after all; it's quiet enough that the two of them can speak like this and not have to worry about anything else.
so she does tell him: a general picture of jinzhou and its varied landscapes, the mountains she enjoys climbing so much like a challenge, the sea, the winters in hongzhen that never end, the mysterious ruins left around the country where there is so much to explore and find. the food. the people, always the people. her friends, and maybe just to tease him, extolling the virtues of general jiyan. but she mentions other people too - yangyang and chixia, her first two friends and the ones who found her when she woke up, primarily. so when she says that she loves everything, she truly does have enough warmth and room for it, and unless callisto interrupts her, she would keep going.
with dancing, she can keep up with him enough - and she's careful not to step on him, except for the times when he teases her, and then she doesn't have a problem deliberately stepping on his toes. a mean person! she will live up to it ...
but the two of them fit together well, and she is elegant and lithe enough to keep up with his instruction; studious, almost to a fault, and demanding him to repeat steps where she doesn't quite understand the flow. she is eager to learn from him. ]
[ each and every single one of her experiences are entirely new and novel to callisto. not simply because he had never been to her world, settled on its numerous sights, or tasted the fulsome dishes she describes in such vivid detail— but, that no one had ever intimately shared their lives in this way with him before. just as he described, he had always felt like an outlier; someone who genuinely didn't belong in the world he hailed from, even when it seemed like the land itself was created to act as his personal hellscape. when he hears her speak so candidly, he almost feels like he's just as much a part of it just from the sheer idea that she speaks them into their mutual existence.
more than the touch of their hands, or the way their bodies move i unison to silent beat of the oculars and the occasional way in which he keeps count to their steps, he feels a certain intimacy just from hearing of her life. hence, he doesn't find it in him to interject outside of occasionally sharing his opinion. for once, he strays away from the darker considerations that he's so used to casting out.
if there was one exception to this rule, however, it seems to spark from her bringing up a few names he's already heard in passing. a ruler in which she considered wise, and a man who was the perfect epitome of a 10/10. he seems to bear that grudge and it shows even with the slight quirk of the brow. as if to shake her from the thoughts of this mystery man, he does dip her body, or quicken his pace.
will he actually address it, however? definitely not.
not because callisto was the type to ever hold back, but almost as if he didn't want to break the illusion of the moment. ]
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But the chance to be in your mind, all the time ... a flattering opportunity for your cruel warden.
[ rover grins mischievously as she takes his hand, rises to her feet to start her dance practice with him.
like this, it's easy enough to slip her fingers between his own, a firm clasp together as she stands before him, her other hand over his chest. ]
I will tell you all about the things I love.
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which, completely unknown to him seems to get a touch of smile on his lips, all the more paired with the conviction behind her words. her warmth spreads to the palm of his own hands. her hand on his chest, a bit remnant to the time in the infirmary in their proximity. maybe it's because of this, his own voice drops, a bit more muted and quiet as he whispers a soft: ] Only if I occupy the same amount of space in yours.
[ fair is fair...
but, he pulls away just ever so slightly, keeping the professional distance as one does in dance. but, his smile may have given up more than he intends.
"love." a word he evades, and while normally it may have got him to scoff, he seems to just let it pass. just for now. ]
Do try and not make me too envious.
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so she does tell him: a general picture of jinzhou and its varied landscapes, the mountains she enjoys climbing so much like a challenge, the sea, the winters in hongzhen that never end, the mysterious ruins left around the country where there is so much to explore and find. the food. the people, always the people. her friends, and maybe just to tease him, extolling the virtues of general jiyan. but she mentions other people too - yangyang and chixia, her first two friends and the ones who found her when she woke up, primarily. so when she says that she loves everything, she truly does have enough warmth and room for it, and unless callisto interrupts her, she would keep going.
with dancing, she can keep up with him enough - and she's careful not to step on him, except for the times when he teases her, and then she doesn't have a problem deliberately stepping on his toes. a mean person! she will live up to it ...
but the two of them fit together well, and she is elegant and lithe enough to keep up with his instruction; studious, almost to a fault, and demanding him to repeat steps where she doesn't quite understand the flow. she is eager to learn from him. ]
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more than the touch of their hands, or the way their bodies move i unison to silent beat of the oculars and the occasional way in which he keeps count to their steps, he feels a certain intimacy just from hearing of her life. hence, he doesn't find it in him to interject outside of occasionally sharing his opinion. for once, he strays away from the darker considerations that he's so used to casting out.
if there was one exception to this rule, however, it seems to spark from her bringing up a few names he's already heard in passing. a ruler in which she considered wise, and a man who was the perfect epitome of a 10/10. he seems to bear that grudge and it shows even with the slight quirk of the brow. as if to shake her from the thoughts of this mystery man, he does dip her body, or quicken his pace.
will he actually address it, however? definitely not.
not because callisto was the type to ever hold back, but almost as if he didn't want to break the illusion of the moment. ]