You know me. [ a little huff, wry if rueful. aquila, no matter what, is someone who takes a lot of risks.
...they nod, though - it goes unspoken, maybe, that he can't promise, but i need at least one person to be safe weighs heavy, and it's enough. ] But, I'll try. I can promise that.
[ as for the contracts question. ] ...Whether we do or don't, Lup, that doesn't matter. [ quietly. ] I'm sorry. I know that isn't what you want to hear - especially right now.
[ he shakes his head, enough that the veil shifts. ]
... It isn't. I know why you're asking, though. [ if he feels any of the ice in that tone, he doesn't show it.
...immediately, at least.
there's a moment of quiet. aquila reaches over and plunks a key on the piano with his free hand, and then another, someone who can't keep their hands still, in moments like this. it somehow still manages to sound out of tune but you know what it's fine. ]
no i'm kidding. this insult makes aquila laugh, a little - he pulls his hands up and out of the way and lets lup go.
... he really hasn't come to expect anything less from lup, but it's gorgeous. he falls silent, and then scoots a little closer to peer over her shoulder and watch her hands move on the keys, other arm falling behind her and resting on the piano bench.
... his eyes move from her hands to watch her instead, every now and then, stealing glances, but otherwise, he's a captive, attentive audience, quietly listening and soaking in the ability to hear it at all. ]
[ this is the worst, actually, and aquila hates it.
he just rests his head against hers and lets her continue to play, closing his eyes. it's so hard not being able to do anything more than this. just - being there, spending time with her, trying to be supportive, which is a role aquila's never really held before.
the least he can do is try and be some kind of an anchor, even like this. ]
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...they nod, though - it goes unspoken, maybe, that he can't promise, but i need at least one person to be safe weighs heavy, and it's enough. ] But, I'll try. I can promise that.
[ as for the contracts question. ] ...Whether we do or don't, Lup, that doesn't matter. [ quietly. ] I'm sorry. I know that isn't what you want to hear - especially right now.
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[she says, a touch of ice to her tone.]
It's not worth it to argue with you, though.
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... It isn't. I know why you're asking, though. [ if he feels any of the ice in that tone, he doesn't show it.
...immediately, at least.
there's a moment of quiet. aquila reaches over and plunks a key on the piano with his free hand, and then another, someone who can't keep their hands still, in moments like this. it somehow still manages to sound out of tune but you know what it's fine. ]
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[she says, finally, and then nudges his hands away. she starts to play, instead.]
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no i'm kidding. this insult makes aquila laugh, a little - he pulls his hands up and out of the way and lets lup go.
... he really hasn't come to expect anything less from lup, but it's gorgeous. he falls silent, and then scoots a little closer to peer over her shoulder and watch her hands move on the keys, other arm falling behind her and resting on the piano bench.
... his eyes move from her hands to watch her instead, every now and then, stealing glances, but otherwise, he's a captive, attentive audience, quietly listening and soaking in the ability to hear it at all. ]
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she's still quietly crying, but at least she's moving.]
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he just rests his head against hers and lets her continue to play, closing his eyes. it's so hard not being able to do anything more than this. just - being there, spending time with her, trying to be supportive, which is a role aquila's never really held before.
the least he can do is try and be some kind of an anchor, even like this. ]