( Yuri watches, half-mesmerised, as Alexandre raises his hand to his lips. It's the kind of gesture that soldiers probably make to pretty women half a dozen times a day; in many ways it's simply chivalry, and soemthing that aristocratic ladies have come to expect in terms of respect.
It certainly isn't something that should make Yuri's stomach flutter up into his chest, and yet ... )
No-one knows we're out here, right?
( Yuri skims his teeth over his bottom lip as he glances back towards the balcony doors. )
And Deklan won't look for me until he wants to leave or impress someone. I don't see how anyone could make trouble if you were to come and see me sing again — just another guy in the audience, right?
( He lets his fingers remain curled over Alexandre's as they stand there together, making no move to pull it away for the sake of propriety as of yet. )
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( Yuri watches, half-mesmerised, as Alexandre raises his hand to his lips. It's the kind of gesture that soldiers probably make to pretty women half a dozen times a day; in many ways it's simply chivalry, and soemthing that aristocratic ladies have come to expect in terms of respect.
It certainly isn't something that should make Yuri's stomach flutter up into his chest, and yet ... )
No-one knows we're out here, right?
( Yuri skims his teeth over his bottom lip as he glances back towards the balcony doors. )
And Deklan won't look for me until he wants to leave or impress someone. I don't see how anyone could make trouble if you were to come and see me sing again — just another guy in the audience, right?
( He lets his fingers remain curled over Alexandre's as they stand there together, making no move to pull it away for the sake of propriety as of yet. )
Besides. A little softness ... that sounds nice.