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#2015-07-18 03:24:35, as written by listentothetimpani

”Yes, well, I certainly feel like I’m about to fall over. Considering how hard this wave of depression hit, it’s a miracle I’m still standing… At least they seem to be having fun… Seems everything turns to ruin so quickly these days, huh? For every accomplishment there must be a hundred steps back…”

Lillian eyed him cautiously as he sleepily drew nearer, making snarky, after snarkier remarks as he went - watching in the corners Xabier and Harper making amends of sorts, she could only assume. When he finally came to stand beside her, she softly rolled her eyes, as a light sigh whistled through her teeth, and she turned her head to look at the star speckled sky above with a faint air of wistfulness. This was hardly her forte… “Oh, Kit…” She hummed, pausing, glancing up at him with a callous snort. As she eased her weight back on her heels, the top of her head brushed the tips of his sharp, angular shoulders, as she leaned close against the other guardian. “Just shut up, and hold me…”

It was not a gesture of intended comfort or intent, and she did not intended it to be so. Or rather, Lillian would never admit it, despite how she could read people (and a person she’d known for ages now with his depression and tendencies). The gesture was merely for the companionship of quiet, shut-up and hold her, and that was that. If asked why, as the November warrior could guess as he knew her well enough, she’d likely merely blame it on his warrior’s silly obsession with having her ghost’s watching everything going on and leaving blasted cold-spots around.

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”Hello Falke, how are you? Would you like to dance?”

Falke could feel the infectious excitement radiating from her mind, and most obviously her shaking voice. However, it wasn’t infectious enough for him, and his conscience of the situation (and his own, for that matter) at hand. “I am well,” He mused, pausing. Noting that in the presence of really the ‘hostess’ of the country that was holding all these parties and parades and ceremony in the month warriors honor, the attention or random strangers walking up to talk to him had faded significantly – at least the hordes seemed to respect something! It was hard not to let the glimmer of relief rest on his face, and to be honest he did not really try. He continued, lightly, almost apologetically, “I’m afraid I shouldn’t, I’d only trip over my own feet.” Falke loved to dance, really. From learning the waltz balancing on his mother’s toes, or from the recent adventures of Tallyho dragging him and his bummed leg around in elegantly silly, swirling dances of her culture, singing the new words but old songs Lillian had given her. But now, was not the time nor the place, and frankly if he tried to extend his powers to ‘see’ his surrounds enough to try and dance – his head would probably explode, especially after that earlier fiasco. “It’s the eyes, always a bother at parties or dances, sorry…”

Snippet #2622669

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