Just like that, the fear that she might reject him dissipates. Berkut's smile widens. He doubts she'll ever know how happy she has made him with her acceptance; but she has, so much so that he forgets his words.
They will dance here on their own time, away from the prying eyes of the derisive Rigelian court and those prone to gossip in Chroma. Here, he needn't be concerned about how others judge him—for here, there stands the one person around whom he can be himself . . . no matter how much of a disappointment he's shaped up to be.
His once pounding heart now rests within him, contented, as he falls into position. He's danced many a time, so he can't make a mess of this. It's perhaps the first time since this encounter that he's moved with anything resembling confidence. ]
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Just like that, the fear that she might reject him dissipates. Berkut's smile widens. He doubts she'll ever know how happy she has made him with her acceptance; but she has, so much so that he forgets his words.
They will dance here on their own time, away from the prying eyes of the derisive Rigelian court and those prone to gossip in Chroma. Here, he needn't be concerned about how others judge him—for here, there stands the one person around whom he can be himself . . . no matter how much of a disappointment he's shaped up to be.
His once pounding heart now rests within him, contented, as he falls into position. He's danced many a time, so he can't make a mess of this. It's perhaps the first time since this encounter that he's moved with anything resembling confidence. ]