[ Her own gaze doesn't shy from his; if anything she would do well to peer into the thoughts that stir him to this conversation, but her powers are too weak tonight for her to do much more than stand captivated.
There is no weakening to the intensity of her gaze, though. Suddenly her throat feels thick, and her grip on the railing tightens just a touch. Vanessa is unwilling to deny his judgment, and why should she? Should she be afraid to admit that hope still lives somewhere in her heart?
It is such a delicate thing, after all. For others to see it means they can damage it. ]
Seeking, perhaps, but what have I found?
[ A moment of dance is nothing more than distraction, she knows that much. Fleeting. The shadow always returns, settling comfortably around her as though home. ]
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There is no weakening to the intensity of her gaze, though. Suddenly her throat feels thick, and her grip on the railing tightens just a touch. Vanessa is unwilling to deny his judgment, and why should she? Should she be afraid to admit that hope still lives somewhere in her heart?
It is such a delicate thing, after all. For others to see it means they can damage it. ]
Seeking, perhaps, but what have I found?
[ A moment of dance is nothing more than distraction, she knows that much. Fleeting. The shadow always returns, settling comfortably around her as though home. ]