the trill is musical, flits through his head briefly like a songbird. the only kind he's familiar with are the ones on those old timey streams or on his alarm, digital, never seen one in real life. he squints a minute at the sound, how clear as a bell it is in his mind, elation, excitement, uncertainty of where to put it all so it just has to spread.
her fingers curl and his instinctively curl back.
tempering himself is difficult, but he does it, leans into the emotion briefly. ]
Says you with both your eyes. You're probably better than you think. [ a faint shrug, a brief spark of an idea, satisfaction. ] Guess I'll just have to teach you.
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the trill is musical, flits through his head briefly like a songbird. the only kind he's familiar with are the ones on those old timey streams or on his alarm, digital, never seen one in real life. he squints a minute at the sound, how clear as a bell it is in his mind, elation, excitement, uncertainty of where to put it all so it just has to spread.
her fingers curl and his instinctively curl back.
tempering himself is difficult, but he does it, leans into the emotion briefly. ]
Says you with both your eyes. You're probably better than you think. [ a faint shrug, a brief spark of an idea, satisfaction. ] Guess I'll just have to teach you.