[ sylvain would be lying if he said he hadn't used the 'romantic life' quip to test the waters, but as much as dorothea and him were cut from the same cloth in terms of the way they thought, she was still incredibly hard for him to understand. guessing what she's thinking, that's a challenge he's balking at. then again, he's probably the same to her, isn't he? they'd both made their masks their defense, and habits were so hard to break.
idly, sylvain picks up something from the dressing table and feigns interest in it, like he needs to keep his hands busy lest his body take over from his more reasonable mind and do something unbecoming like, look over there. where she is. ]
Well, nothing in particular. I didn't want to assume you'd be free, since you're in pretty high demand around these parts.
[ he puts whatever-that-was back down and slips his hands into his suit trouser pockets, glancing down at the flowers he'd brought her on the dressing table. sylvain had pegged her for more an exotic rose type of character, but again - they seemed to be doing their best guesses at each other. ]
What do you usually do after you finish up here? Some sort of raucous theatre afterparty?
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[ sylvain would be lying if he said he hadn't used the 'romantic life' quip to test the waters, but as much as dorothea and him were cut from the same cloth in terms of the way they thought, she was still incredibly hard for him to understand. guessing what she's thinking, that's a challenge he's balking at. then again, he's probably the same to her, isn't he? they'd both made their masks their defense, and habits were so hard to break.
idly, sylvain picks up something from the dressing table and feigns interest in it, like he needs to keep his hands busy lest his body take over from his more reasonable mind and do something unbecoming like, look over there. where she is. ]
Well, nothing in particular. I didn't want to assume you'd be free, since you're in pretty high demand around these parts.
[ he puts whatever-that-was back down and slips his hands into his suit trouser pockets, glancing down at the flowers he'd brought her on the dressing table. sylvain had pegged her for more an exotic rose type of character, but again - they seemed to be doing their best guesses at each other. ]
What do you usually do after you finish up here? Some sort of raucous theatre afterparty?