Ari ♫ ♪ ♬ (gracenotes) wrote in emillion, |
“I do the big shows because I like them,” she answered simply. There was nothing like a live audience in the hundreds. “But yes -- they do pay my way, generally speaking. And they keep me out of the field, which is an added bonus -- given the choice, I would rather sing to entertain than to heal, though I don’t mind doing both.” All of this nodding was beginning to make Darius feel like a child’s bobble head toy, but… What else was there for him to do? “Yeah, I can get that.” It was always nice to see someone come in for a checkup than need really drastic healing, or bodily repairs. “Always nice when things are calm, and people can just worry about the normal things, yeah?” While they might have fairly drastically different professions, that easily was something they could bond over…. Assuming they wanted to bond that was and all. Though, it reminded him. “You doin’ alright after all that?” Darius’ forehead crinkled slightly, seeming to finally take a closer, examining look over the woman before him. Eyes searched, almost as if they were expecting to find something wrong, even though, deep down inside, he hoped quite sincerely that would never ever be the case at all. “I much prefer it,” she agreed. “Sometimes I wonder if I must enjoy irritation -- how else to explain my penchant for befriending fighters who injure themselves endlessly?” The topic shift would be followed after a moment, though with some lingering hesitation. “I wasn’t sick,” she answered at last, “and everyone I know is better now.” Any lingering feelings had been shoved away days ago; it had been, all in all extremely unpleasant. Much better not to think on it at all. A low scoff was the best response Darius had to accompany a shake of his head. “Yeah, I hear that.” A hand came up, scrubbing over the back of the white mage’s short cropped hair for a moment before falling away. “Think they ever get sick of waiting for broken bones to heal? Sure know I get sick of setting them.” The words weren’t unkind in the least, mostly worried for a moment as he seemed to consider the repercussions of fighters’ actions. The thoughts of Darius’ experience with Theo alone was enough to give the white mage conniption fits half the time. Swallowing, his adam's apple bobbed before a brief nod of his head followed at her response to her level of wellness. “I’m glad your friends and everyone’s alright.” Really, his inability to assist in the long run of this… Event would leave him scarred for some time to come but… For now, there would simply be nothing left to say regarding the whole ordeal. “I wonder if they secretly enjoy pain, at times,” Ari said. Sensing an uncomfortable topic (for both of them, if she were honest), she chose to shift the conversation again by asking, “So, do you dance? For enjoyment,” she clarified, “not out of obligation.” The music had shifted again only moments before, from something formal to something that would not have been out of place at the Snuggly Duckling. “If yes,” she continued, “perhaps you will indulge me? And if not,” she smiled, “no hard feelings, of course.” “I think there’s there no secret about it.” A short laugh was offered with the words. Man, fighters were the worst sometimes. Another shake of his head was garnered as Darius attempted not to think of the situation they’d just been in, how the fighters had gone and gotten themselves banged up while trying to bring back a cure, how… No, it was best not to think of all of that, and her next question seemed the perfect out. “Uh, well, I’ve never done a lot of it, but I can catch on quick.” A slight shrug was earned, a faint smile being offered with the words. “Good,” she said. The subject of illness -- and the dark thoughts that came with it -- temporarily banished, she held out her hand to him. “Let’s dance.” |