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lotte karsten {christine daaé} (still_lotte) wrote in bellumlogs,

There was something about his reaction that made her stiffen. She didn’t move her eyes from him, nor was she scared she realized. It felt like another mistake she’d made; one that someone (who?) had told her not to apologize for. The name that came to mind didn’t make sense, though and she frowned, for multiple reasons. “I agreed – I mean – I’m sorry.” Even if she knew she would still have done what she did.

She bit her lip, before moving her legs around so they were on the proper side of the bench. Her hands stayed on her lap and she edged to one side of the bench. If it was anyone else at the other end of the piano, it might have looked like she was going to play. But she tilted her head to the side of the bench, next to her. An invitation as a whole was more pleasant that force, Lotte knew it. It should be a step closer to him no longer scowling.

“What are we singing?” The we was the strongest part of the question, even though it didn’t shake as much as others had.