When Kia and Cal decide To Do Things

[unicornered]

[ it figures, that even with Break's (long-awaited) willingness to engage in a dance with his mistress, something would still manage to cut the lesson short. And it wasn't him stomping on her feet or refusing to let the instructions stick, but something bigger. Much more catastrophic.

Well, Sharon had decided. She wasn't going to let that single aspect of that night be colored with unsavory memories. Those she would not soon forget, but today, she'd rather not dwell on them. She wouldn't think, similarly, of her lack of finery, that Break's hair was likely to be its usual wild mess. The memory of a dance, fulfilled, was what she sought, and Break was going to help her obtain it, whether he liked it or not.

So she waits in the drawing room, furniture subtly moved aside to clear a decently-sized space, a chair left near the door in case the sudden shift threw off Break's balance-- though she expected he'd navigate himself just fine.

And she continues to wait. Unseen beneath her skirts, one foot taps. ]

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[charientisms]

[...It is a lightening of his heart, it truly is. She is helping him to see what he can no longer see, and without any large fuss. She is doing so much for him, and for the first time he is completely content with his decision to tell her of his blindness.

She is strong enough.

And so he merely bows over her hand, low, brushing his lips across it in a feather-light mockery of a chivalrous kiss.]

I am yours to command as always, my Lady.

[He lingers there for but a brief moment before straightening and retreating a step or two; however, he can't deny the sentimentality that was in that very action--that has been in each of his actions from the start in this room.]

[unicornered]

[ hopefully any sort of increase of color in Sharon's cheeks doesn't translate to warmth in her general proximity, because Break's not above teasing her and the moment still carries most of her breath with it.

She curtsies anyway, allowing him to withdraw as she straightens. ]

Would you care to join me for tea?

[ things feel... better. ]

[charientisms]

[He is not above teasing her in the least, but he can't be sure that she's blushing even now--

Though he suspects, and suspects strongly. Regardless, it is a return to normality, and his smirk is more normal as well.]

And how would my Lady wish her tea this afternoon?

[things do feel better. He can't deny that--it's as if a weight has fallen off of his shoulders. He cannot say if it will remain that way...but for now, he can stand taller.]

[unicornered]

[ she shakes out her skirts, letting them fall smoothly before she answers. ]

No cream today, I think.

[charientisms]

[And he merely offers a simple bow, eyes closing briefly.]

As you wish.

[And then he will leave, walking out of the room and breaking the spell that had been laid by the strange ritual they'd taken part in.

But it mattered little that it'd been broken, because despite everything, it seemed the feeling would linger.]