04-12-2020, 07:26 AM
Rowan nodded along to Armande’s comments on Aiden’s performance. She wasn’t really paying attention anymore. You see the dress rehearsal enough times and you’ve already seen the show. This whole ‘spur of the moment’ Disney cover was all apart of the act. Not even an act, more of a concession. Siobhan wasn’t playing after her solo career unless Blarney Stoned was ‘fun again.’ In some convoluted fashion, that resulted in what the group was playing now.
It was clever. Rowan was just tired of hearing it.
What was here and what was now was this delightful peach of a man, not Aiden’s ragtag group of misfits. “Thank you for saying so, but he doesn’t need any more praise than he’s already had”, she answered with a melodic laugh.
Rowan would have to bring him by the café, there was nothing else for it. The staff might assault him, in their own way, checking to make sure he wasn’t going to leave her high and dry; but that’s partly why they were there. The café’s staff was her surrogate family in the face of relocation to the new continent.
The way Armande said ‘Interesting’ was almost worrisome, with the drawn-out syllables. But then came his touch. It was enough to give her pause. He didn’t say much, but if she really listened, Rowan heard an ocean of meaning in that touch and the few words he offered up. Smooth and confident is what he was, this Armande, and Rowan was finding herself speechless. She nodded at his offer to dance and her body began to move by its own accord, lifting gracefully from the chair as she laid her delicate palm upon his strong, heavy, right hand.
“Nothing would give me greater pleasure,” Rowan then replied to his offer with her words.
Rowan’s third eye opened, so to speak, as their hands touched. Pleasure in shades of red and pink erupted from her forehead and coursed through her being, causing her to shudder as they stepped out onto the dance floor. Rowan wouldn’t normally consider the environment romantic, but there was always a first time for everything.
It was clever. Rowan was just tired of hearing it.
What was here and what was now was this delightful peach of a man, not Aiden’s ragtag group of misfits. “Thank you for saying so, but he doesn’t need any more praise than he’s already had”, she answered with a melodic laugh.
Rowan would have to bring him by the café, there was nothing else for it. The staff might assault him, in their own way, checking to make sure he wasn’t going to leave her high and dry; but that’s partly why they were there. The café’s staff was her surrogate family in the face of relocation to the new continent.
The way Armande said ‘Interesting’ was almost worrisome, with the drawn-out syllables. But then came his touch. It was enough to give her pause. He didn’t say much, but if she really listened, Rowan heard an ocean of meaning in that touch and the few words he offered up. Smooth and confident is what he was, this Armande, and Rowan was finding herself speechless. She nodded at his offer to dance and her body began to move by its own accord, lifting gracefully from the chair as she laid her delicate palm upon his strong, heavy, right hand.
“Nothing would give me greater pleasure,” Rowan then replied to his offer with her words.
Rowan’s third eye opened, so to speak, as their hands touched. Pleasure in shades of red and pink erupted from her forehead and coursed through her being, causing her to shudder as they stepped out onto the dance floor. Rowan wouldn’t normally consider the environment romantic, but there was always a first time for everything.