( Ah. Even in this, the sweet gesture wins a faint smile. The words are more painful, but the actions speak strongly, and he appreciates them greatly. )
Mayhaps. Our stories are, as yet, still unfolding.
( The smile is pained, but a catches her hand. Just briefly, a squeeze, before his hand slips away. ) Trusting you is easily done, Cassandra.
( They have much in common, the two of them, but perhaps so much that it is painful. )
[ Easily done, he says. Cassandra's next breath is soft, a silent exclaim before she looks down and away from his face. He squeezes her hand and the simple contact leaves her skin warm, heated in a way she wishes would never stop. Her own expression is somber for a moment. Their similarities have not gone unnoticed-- they may not carry many of the same scars, but there are wounds that run the same in them both. ] I must wonder where you faith comes from, but I will not disappoint you.
Enjoy the rest your night. [ She backs away, slowly, eyes lingering on him before finally turning to return to the ballroom. ]
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Mayhaps. Our stories are, as yet, still unfolding.
( The smile is pained, but a catches her hand. Just briefly, a squeeze, before his hand slips away. ) Trusting you is easily done, Cassandra.
( They have much in common, the two of them, but perhaps so much that it is painful. )
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Enjoy the rest your night. [ She backs away, slowly, eyes lingering on him before finally turning to return to the ballroom. ]