Re: Wandering: Hannah/Fiach
He could not begin to haunt her memories of spiral staircases and doting children staring up lovingly at their romanced parents, and it wasn’t because that he too had been a boy, squirming and uncertain, but such things did not happen. Dancing was a part of his life in ways that had nothing to do with love. It simply was. Dancing for celebration, dancing because there was no time and it could go on forever, dancing because of enjoyment, dancing along and spinning endlessly until one dropped dead and danced no more. Often would laugh then, cruelly, fangs and black eyes and more often they’d step over fallen floors as easily as stepping over cracks on the ground. Beauty was vicious.
This, however, was not home. Despite his need more than desire to go back there, he was reprieved of the fact it simply was a waltz and nothing else hidden.
He smiled back at her when the counting was mouthed back, the corners of his cheeks met his eyes. “And one, and two…” He hummed when she brought up names, a subject he understood well. “Hm, you are unsure of your name?” Sharp brows went up. “That is a touch dangerous, my lady. Do you know why?” He spun them over the center of the floor as easily as his breathing. “A name can shape you, very easily. Sometimes it shapes you before you have a choice. It can mold and move you into something you aren’t certain you wish to be.” He said all of this so very simply, sincerely. He had no idea what struggles she had with a name, but it was truth of where he came from, and so he spoke freely of it because there were no vampires or chaperones watching, and as far as he knew no ears in the walls or eyes in the mirror besides their own.
“So, make sure you are certain when you choose so you’re not dancing in between, and be certain when you choose you are also certain of those you give it to, because that gives them power as well.” Literally, in his case. “The name I am given to give is Fiach.” Fee-ah. “It means Raven. I can’t even tell you why I would be named such a thing.” A playfulness glinted in him, he certainly knew why, his dark hair, sharp features and movements spoke almost as loudly as his name.