[ staying awake for either of them at this point is nothing to sneer at, considering dorothea had been performing her heart out and sylvain had just ridden across the continent to see it. truth be told, the combination of the past few months of intense work and the long ride had left him pretty exhausted as well - and as much as his mind was willing in terms of a slamming party, his body was very much opposed to it. maybe he'd just asked out of force of habit, not quite willing to accept that slowly but surely, he was getting older.
as he hears her voice come closer, emerging from the screen, sylvain dares to look around again and hopes that his timing is correct. luckily, it looks like he won't be incinerated on the spot this day, though he does look rather struck by what she comes out in - it's incredibly hard not to appreciate dorothea's beauty, and each time he catches her in something different, it's like he's realising how stunning she was all over again.
it occurs to him that the silence has gone on for just a second too long to be appropriate, and that he's probably staring, so he quickly covers his tracks by doing his go-to move when he's got no idea what to respond with - a grin, and half-baked wit. ]
To be honest, I'm not in the mood for a large party anyway; the ride here was long, and sitting down is still a challenge.
[ funny that now they weren't being deployed every other week, sylvain had fallen out of practice with riding. a week and a half in the saddle would probably wreck anyone, though. ]
What does your maiden's heart desire? A walk, perhaps? A candlelit dinner? Or I could just accompany you home and serenade you while you stand on your balcony. If you have a balcony.
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[ staying awake for either of them at this point is nothing to sneer at, considering dorothea had been performing her heart out and sylvain had just ridden across the continent to see it. truth be told, the combination of the past few months of intense work and the long ride had left him pretty exhausted as well - and as much as his mind was willing in terms of a slamming party, his body was very much opposed to it. maybe he'd just asked out of force of habit, not quite willing to accept that slowly but surely, he was getting older.
as he hears her voice come closer, emerging from the screen, sylvain dares to look around again and hopes that his timing is correct. luckily, it looks like he won't be incinerated on the spot this day, though he does look rather struck by what she comes out in - it's incredibly hard not to appreciate dorothea's beauty, and each time he catches her in something different, it's like he's realising how stunning she was all over again.
it occurs to him that the silence has gone on for just a second too long to be appropriate, and that he's probably staring, so he quickly covers his tracks by doing his go-to move when he's got no idea what to respond with - a grin, and half-baked wit. ]
To be honest, I'm not in the mood for a large party anyway; the ride here was long, and sitting down is still a challenge.
[ funny that now they weren't being deployed every other week, sylvain had fallen out of practice with riding. a week and a half in the saddle would probably wreck anyone, though. ]
What does your maiden's heart desire? A walk, perhaps? A candlelit dinner? Or I could just accompany you home and serenade you while you stand on your balcony. If you have a balcony.