partying partying yeah

While he wouldn’t admit the emotions that swirled up inside him Rhyme felt love swell for her vibrant smile. He returned the expression as she led him out into the main clearing under the raven’s performance. The Cavaliere man’s blue and lavender eyes fell on the dark woman as her graceful form turned back around to face him. Rhyme felt himself stunned for just a moment, despite the crowd around them and his reservations. Samara was a gorgeous woman, and Rhyme was ashamed of how little he’d appreciated that fact. Even after she’d seen him at his lowest point here she was.

His grin managed to reach his eyes, and it was all for her as Samara bowed elegantly. He caught her bright blue eyes from under long lashes and further fell under her spell. The problem was, Rhyme was no dancer. A slave had no reason to know how to dance and Valentine certainly hadn’t taught him the skill. He felt his cheeks flush, ”I’m not very good,” Rhyme warned her as he stepped forward, finding he had better control over his limbs than he expected.

As he vanquished the rest of the space between them Rhyme felt his skin tingle and his heart beat rapidly. So much time had passed since he’d felt anything like this. He tried not to conjure the painful memories. They didn’t belong here, these moments were for Samara and for him. He remained broken for too long, there was too much to live for to continue to wallow in his prison.

Rhyme mirrored her movements, his huge frame lowered into a bow. When he looked up to the Klein healer Rhyme wore a warm grin and his gaze was solely upon her. The magical notes swirled around them as the self named man positioned himself to dance. It wouldn’t be much more than a sway to the music, but he shifted his paws enough beneath him to distract himself from how close Rara really was. He closed his eyes as he wrapped his neck around her shoulders and enjoyed the intimate, yet very public, moment with her.