Re: Wandering: Hannah/Fiach
His right brow quirked up, so slight it was almost missed if you weren't paying attention. "Ah, you long for gauze. I can see why. It is thin, easily seen through, yet it feels soft against the skin and therefore soft in all other things." If she had lost him, however, it didn't show on his face. Neutrality was a gift of his as much as expression.
He smiled at the laugh and nodded along. It was bright, touches of summer in a winter conversation. That was the world he came from; twilight and bare branches that couldn't obscure the stars.
"No, they detest me, actually. Siblings... family...is complicated in all walks of life," he swayed with her. "Oh, some things never, ever change. It is what they are to the core, no matter how much time goes by, but people? No. People do not stay the same. That's the charm and the curse, I suppose. Brief, interchanging lives." He was honest. He did not sugarcoat and dip in chocolate to hide the bitter bits.
"Honestly? I do not know him. I am a neighbor and received the invite, so I did what was expected, I brought a gift and am here and dancing with a layered lady who dreams of gauze." He tugged at the thickness of her sleeves. It seemed her metaphorical layers were even in the physical. "Now. She just needs to laugh again." His lips curled up, and those brows she deemed to like rose up. A hand fastened on her waist the other held hers tightly and his feet took off, they were waltzing around the room, round and round, quicker still and he chuckled. If they were dressed correctly they'd be a blur of colorful silk and gold, but they were both mismatched, and utterly ridiculous, but it was fun to spin endlessly around the room in bounds.
Moments, he was trying his hardest to live by them now.