[ It's about Terra, the slight arch of his own eyebrow conveys in return, and Her people's treatment of the Infected in general. Yet, paradoxically, despite being a gifted actor onstage - was - the performer was a quiet one off-stage, and as such, he chose to keep the rest of it unspoken, unresisting as the Sankta's hand - that was as calm and measured as the rest of him - pulled him out of the shadows and into the light.
Phantom, too, thought that it was perfect for a waltz.
...So long as he didn't think too much about how the lights felt just a little too bright, or a vague memory - memories - that danced just out of sight in the ballroom of his own mind, or how the VOICE was oddly and strangely quiet at the moment, it was perfect. ]
...Is that so. I happen to believe that actions speak louder than words, Father. Although you have not done anything to offend me as of yet. As for my name... [ He didn't mind a preaching if the other man is going for it. But perhaps a night such as this one was better to be spent conversing about lighter topics indeed. In any case, the Feline's triangular ears flickered lightly atop his head, although his flat tone and expression remained unchanged. ] ...I have quite a few. At least, I used to go by quite a few. But if it is fine by you, dear stranger, then you may address me simply as...Phantom.
[ 'Lucian' was reserved for that man he's waiting for, after all — ah, but that was a mere flight of fancy. He stared at Andoain for a moment, before his lips formed a slow, slight smile, and he let go of his hand for a moment, giving him a slight, dramatic bow— ]
So, may I have this dance, o magnanimous, radiant Sankta — he who does not take an issue with the Infected? Would you honour me with this dance?
[ —And 'Phantom' extended a darkly-gloved hand to him, the slight smile still gracing his lips. Yet, without waiting for his partner's response, he already pulled him along - gently, yet with a firmness to it that was unmistakable - and begins, leading the steps. His movements are graceful, fluid — almost as if he was a part of the music itself. ]
same here- i was busy w/ con stuffs so i died briefly, sorry!
[ It's about Terra, the slight arch of his own eyebrow conveys in return, and Her people's treatment of the Infected in general. Yet, paradoxically, despite being a gifted actor onstage - was - the performer was a quiet one off-stage, and as such, he chose to keep the rest of it unspoken, unresisting as the Sankta's hand - that was as calm and measured as the rest of him - pulled him out of the shadows and into the light.
Phantom, too, thought that it was perfect for a waltz.
...So long as he didn't think too much about how the lights felt just a little too bright, or a vague memory - memories - that danced just out of sight in the ballroom of his own mind, or how the VOICE was oddly and strangely quiet at the moment, it was perfect. ]
...Is that so. I happen to believe that actions speak louder than words, Father. Although you have not done anything to offend me as of yet. As for my name... [ He didn't mind a preaching if the other man is going for it. But perhaps a night such as this one was better to be spent conversing about lighter topics indeed. In any case, the Feline's triangular ears flickered lightly atop his head, although his flat tone and expression remained unchanged. ] ...I have quite a few. At least, I used to go by quite a few. But if it is fine by you, dear stranger, then you may address me simply as...Phantom.
[ 'Lucian' was reserved for that man he's waiting for, after all — ah, but that was a mere flight of fancy. He stared at Andoain for a moment, before his lips formed a slow, slight smile, and he let go of his hand for a moment, giving him a slight, dramatic bow— ]
So, may I have this dance, o magnanimous, radiant Sankta — he who does not take an issue with the Infected? Would you honour me with this dance?
[ —And 'Phantom' extended a darkly-gloved hand to him, the slight smile still gracing his lips. Yet, without waiting for his partner's response, he already pulled him along - gently, yet with a firmness to it that was unmistakable - and begins, leading the steps. His movements are graceful, fluid — almost as if he was a part of the music itself. ]