( ah, such a sweet thought. to be the only one he has eyes for. he certainly knows how to pluck at the heartstrings, doesn't he? to have been made subject to his attentions once already is proving to be both bane and boon, she's starting to find. he promised and delivered quite the unforgettable performance.

but it's a lie she's choosing to believe, even if this conductor has told her he's others to draw beauty from still. who could fault a girl for wanting to feel a bit special? )

It must be my lucky day then.

( vine twists where her fingers trace, her braid now secure in its hold. the idle fiddle with a loose bit here and there sealed with small blooming monkshood to keep it in place. )

I have a pretty active imagination, but even I can't seem to see you worried. I didn't think much fazed you?