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He slowed their spinning enough to look down at her, a mischievous glint in his deep brown eyes. “You don’t have to be - I’m dancer enough for the pair of us,” he teased, illustrating the statement with a lift that had her over his head while he spun them once before dropping her back down to the floor and into his waiting arms. 

"You’re lovely," he informed her. Armand ceased his movements and grabbed her hand, pulling her outside to a balcony above the garden to study her in the moonlight. Tonight was a night for sensations - for revelling in the visual world and right then - with her hair bathed in moonlight and cheeks slightly pinked from the dancing - Sybelle was the epitome of what he wanted to look at.

Sybelle followed him outside, barely able to reply to his comment about her being lovely, though it made her smile all the same. He was in some sort of mood that evening, some sort of trance, and she wondered what brought it on. Regardless of wondering, she didn't dare question him; the blonde loved seeing her angel this happy. It made her happy. Sometimes, he was so terribly sad... "You are in a mood this evening," She said softly, leaning slightly against the balcony and reaching up to brush her hand over his pale cheek. She tilted her head slightly, the smile never far from her lips and definitely sparkling in her eyes. "I find myself enjoying this mood of yours..."

Headcanon Time! Sybelle likes to dance, and CAN dance very well. This is one of her favorite songs to move it to. Someone do that thread with me please where they catch her dancing like this to it. (all the links are to one of my favorite viners. She's an amazing dancer and it's kind of my headcanon for Sybelle to be hiding this from everyone.)

everyone at some point probably (via monsieur-le-rockstar)

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Of course! I’m sure all it would take is a little convincing, if that. And I have not either, except for online or through the television.

I can't remember the last time I went shopping...or owned a purse that was something I chose for myself. It is quite nice to have another woman to talk to, ma'a--I mean, Bianca.

Angel of Music || Benji, Sybelle

"That’s be lovely!" Benji halted his swing and clapped his hands, small face beamed with excitement and delight: "We haven’t done that for a long time, have we not? Used to do that quite a lot, when we had to look after Armand. I could have swear the sun was a lot warmer and brighter back then. But that was just me, I think."

"So, Brooklyn Bridge?" He tilted his head and asked.

Sybelle chose not to comment on his mention of the sun, and instead she stood from the swing, nodding to Benji. "Then come," She offered him her hand, and a bright smile. "This will be a nice reminder of times past."

There was no loss of vision as he spun - not like when he was a mortal. And yet, as he turned in quick, smooth circles, he found his eyes fixing on a spot on the wall, just as they had when he was learning to dance for the very first time. Old habits seemed to cling to him like the most stubborn of cobwebs, even after all this time. 

Sybelle was light and soft in his arms and the golden light from the fixtures overhead gave the entire room a soft, warm glow. He felt like he could soak up the warmth of the room - let it seep into his cold limbs and make him mortal again.

Another laugh.

"It seems so," he confessed to her, executing another swift turn and leading her into a deep dip. "I haven’t danced since I was a boy. I had… forgotten -" that was a lie, he remember perfectly, " - what it could be like."

He wanted to kiss her, to pull her into his arms and dance with her for a month. He wanted to leap up and touch the ceiling, to run outside and spin with her beneath the full moon. This was happiness.

Sybelle smiled to Armand as he spun them both around, still laughing and smiling as if this was the most fun he'd had in centuries...she certainly hoped it wasn't, but if it was, at least it included her. She gripped onto him a little tighter, but not out of fear, moreso out of a sense of desire, a want to be closer to him. "Forgotten?" She asked in a small voice. "Oh, but I am no dancer, who am I to remind you?" She laughed as they took another spin on the floor, her cheek coming to rest against his. "Regardless, this is lovely," She breathed.

He was taken aback by her bright eyes staring back at him. That she cared to know he hurt surprised him. Ah, he was always the wounded child and she made her mark on him this way; Coming to him with tender honesty and sweet concern. Sybelle had always been so endearing.

His thumb caressed her soft cheek, warmed by the blood of her feast and his dark gaze turned from hers to watch the flesh pinken. ❝I know,❞ Armand said softly,❝it never is your intention. It will pass, as all things but us do.❞

Regardless of his reassurance, Sybelle still felt awful for breaching the subject of Daniel. She thought of the best way to remedy this, and her eyes landed on the piano across the room. "Perhaps I could play my new composition for you?" Sybelle offered, standing now and grasping one of Armand's hands gently. "I have been working on it for a week...it may almost be complete, but I cannot find the right ending. You could help!"