Bryn | Jacob | Edward
It had been so long since she'd danced like this with anyone. Any dancing she did lately involved taking her clothes off. Or it was done in risque costumes. Bryn couldn't resist draw their clasped hands to her lips, so she could kiss every one of his finger tips. She knew he didn't know how special this was to her.
She nodded, and didn't lose step. "A friend seems to think if I get the human blood out of my system, and a door opens to the time before I killed my Master, and we kill him again that the curse should be broken." And then there was plan B, if that didn't work, her gaze drifted over to the god of mischief as he leaned, barely visible, against the pillar taking in the exterior of the palace.