02-18-2024, 10:19 PM
Jensen was swept along by Kristian’s guidance. Though this time he leaned in to listen to what Kristian revealed. His heart rate quickened, though he wasn’t sure if it was the secrecy, the attention, the prospect, or the fact that the person with the hole in their aura was exquisitely attractive. Jensen felt as out of place as a cowboy in a gallery of marble sculptures as they approached, and the man who introduced himself as Raffe may as well have been Michelangelo’s David come to life for the the perfectly chiseled jaw and beautiful eyes he displayed.
The spell was somewhat broken by the beautiful french accent that Noemi sang. He smiled and tried to suppress his uncouth sounding drawl, though it was putting lipstick on a pig. “Pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” He gave her fingers a light squeeze, and when he shook Raffe’s hand, something sparked in the touch of their palms that rendered him nearly speechless. If he had the opportunity, he would have spiraled the wings of the Gift then and there, for a profound sadness crept forth from what should be merriment and light. He could not explain it.
He felt as if he knew this person, though he’d never seen him in his life. “Jensen. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He allowed the shake of hands to linger as long as was appropriate though he took a breath to reorient himself once the touch parted.
He didn’t know how to bring up empty auras and offering services, but Jensen always found it easy to chat with strangers. It was only in recent years that he suppressed that part of himself, and perhaps meeting Ezvin stirred up a loneliness that he was finally allowing himself to dream might someday part.
“Do you like art, Raffe? Kristian here was telling me about a piece in the other room that is almost as stunning as Noemi’s gown.” He shot her a smile, but it was back to him that he clearly turned his attention.
The spell was somewhat broken by the beautiful french accent that Noemi sang. He smiled and tried to suppress his uncouth sounding drawl, though it was putting lipstick on a pig. “Pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” He gave her fingers a light squeeze, and when he shook Raffe’s hand, something sparked in the touch of their palms that rendered him nearly speechless. If he had the opportunity, he would have spiraled the wings of the Gift then and there, for a profound sadness crept forth from what should be merriment and light. He could not explain it.
He felt as if he knew this person, though he’d never seen him in his life. “Jensen. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He allowed the shake of hands to linger as long as was appropriate though he took a breath to reorient himself once the touch parted.
He didn’t know how to bring up empty auras and offering services, but Jensen always found it easy to chat with strangers. It was only in recent years that he suppressed that part of himself, and perhaps meeting Ezvin stirred up a loneliness that he was finally allowing himself to dream might someday part.
“Do you like art, Raffe? Kristian here was telling me about a piece in the other room that is almost as stunning as Noemi’s gown.” He shot her a smile, but it was back to him that he clearly turned his attention.