[And it’s a look that cuts right through him in the best way possible — warm, belonging, loved. There’s a smile on his face as he meets her gaze, but one glinting in his eyes, too. And I love you dearly.
But what is unspoken can be made clarion clear through music itself. He intends to play exquisitely for two of the most important people in his life, and so, putting bow to string, a melody (skip to simple chanson, I can’t timestamp in mobile cry) is gladly woven into being.
Iris is happy to hear it, but as instructed, she waits for Sprezzatura’s lead.]
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But what is unspoken can be made clarion clear through music itself. He intends to play exquisitely for two of the most important people in his life, and so, putting bow to string, a melody (skip to simple chanson, I can’t timestamp in mobile cry) is gladly woven into being.
Iris is happy to hear it, but as instructed, she waits for Sprezzatura’s lead.]