Isidor is looking out for him, and it brings such a grateful sparkle to his eyes. He's touched, really, that she'd tie up the necromancer in any way she could. She's a saint. He follows her attention to Viatorus and finds a wave of relaxation washes over him. Anger and jealousy feel so distant when he's watching his friend on this special night, a ceremony that's all about him and his betrothed.
"Seeing you dance just this once was wonderful enough, but I think he's right. You should do it more. When you were there in the center of the crowd, focused, workin' hard, doin' your best... I-I don't know, maybe I'm readin' into things, but you looked proud of yourself. And when you're proud, you're happy. And when you're happy..."
He pauses. There's a number of things he'd like to say but under the watchful eyes of a crowd he won't risk it. It's bad enough how unsubtle he is in giving her a fond smile that suggests what he can't tell her: Her happiness is gorgeous. Her happiness is his happiness.
"I should go," he finally whispers, his expression only tempered slightly by the realization that he's staring. "I should let you get back to business." A few seconds of hesitation pass before he nods, and, quieter still, finishes, "Pretend I gave you the goodbye I wish I could."
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Date: 2017-08-21 04:24 am (UTC)"Seeing you dance just this once was wonderful enough, but I think he's right. You should do it more. When you were there in the center of the crowd, focused, workin' hard, doin' your best... I-I don't know, maybe I'm readin' into things, but you looked proud of yourself. And when you're proud, you're happy. And when you're happy..."
He pauses. There's a number of things he'd like to say but under the watchful eyes of a crowd he won't risk it. It's bad enough how unsubtle he is in giving her a fond smile that suggests what he can't tell her: Her happiness is gorgeous. Her happiness is his happiness.
"I should go," he finally whispers, his expression only tempered slightly by the realization that he's staring. "I should let you get back to business." A few seconds of hesitation pass before he nods, and, quieter still, finishes, "Pretend I gave you the goodbye I wish I could."