Re: Wandering: Hannah/Fiach
She nodded about his brows, because they really were very thick, and she mirrored his humming a moment, two, three, lost in memories for a few seconds as the silent music swirled, and she very much wanted to be lost at present. Lost, unaware of anything around her, and she wanted to hide away until things stopped pricking at her skin how they were doing. "Layers. I think maybe there are layers between everyone, and maybe sometimes those layers are really, really thin, but mostly they're not. I long for gauze," she told him, because lately loved ones felt far away, and she was sad, and that probably showed too. "But I mean more than names. I mean what names give, and I don't mean like you do, like being a Fiach. I mean what people know, and who people know," she explained, perfectly aware that she wasn't really explaining at all. But that was okay. It was for her, really, the words spoken during the silent dance, and her fingers pressed against him, and he still did have really nice eyebrows.
And then he spun her out, and she laughed as he caught and steadied her. The sound was bright in the dance studio, and it was a moment of sun from behind clouds. A moment bright, and she appreciated it.
"Do your brothers not like you?" she asked, because that was what it sounded like, and then she worried her cheek, biting the inside of it as she thought about his question, about capture. "I don't know if it's capture, but I want to be and know and have it not change ever again. Maybe that's unrealistic, and I think I try to put my thoughts onto others. What I think is right and love and family," she admitted, and then she shook her tangle of hair again. "But I'm rambling. Tell me how Fiach knows Hugh," she suggested.