09-03-2024, 07:40 PM
It was beautiful. The sound lulled, glorious on its own. But it was the rush of feeling that sent Esper into gentle stupor, lips parted, eyes soft as she simply stared. Whatever curious intention drew her impatiently up the stairs, it all misted away. It was like every listener was braided into a single thread, their emotions harmonised. She barely saw the man himself, but she was aware of him as a conductor. And then like a key change, it all warped around her. A different mellifluence of feeling. A song just for her.
Roza’s whispers tickled her attention, her touch familiar and warm and always welcome. Esper didn’t resist the tug, though it wavered her balance more than it moved her to follow. “Do you feel it, mia dolce metà? His voice makes feelings.”
Roza’s whispers tickled her attention, her touch familiar and warm and always welcome. Esper didn’t resist the tug, though it wavered her balance more than it moved her to follow. “Do you feel it, mia dolce metà? His voice makes feelings.”