Cian (![]() ![]() @ 2013-08-18 17:30:00 |
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The fact that he was willingly entering her home turf and trusting her with such a... delicate task only went to show how little he trusted everyone else in the city. He didn't need news of his dancing lessons getting back to Fee, but she'd told him to learn, and damned if he wasn't going to hold up his end of the bargain and show up to the Faram-damned ball with at least some idea of what to do on the dance floor. And, hell, if that didn't work, he'd get a splint and play cripple. Definitely plan B, but the option was there. He really didn't want to revisit the old Wilde house - fairly large and sprawling, for the Commoners' District, spanning two standard lots - but he was doing that, too. The things he did for pride... He knew his way around, still. And she'd left the side door open for him, which was either thoughtful or incredibly stupid or both. At least, he thought as he entered the studio, the door between it and the house might still be locked. Surely her security wasn't that lax. He was early, so maybe it wasn't surprising that he caught her dancing. Twirling around the floor, light on her feet as if the damned heels weren't a hindrance, arms up like she was being supported by some invisible partner, a gently content expression on her face... which disappeared the moment she saw him. The twirling stopped. The wall came up. Damn him, but he was a little sorry about it. "I'm not that early," he pointed out. Five minutes, barely. |