[ olivia watches and listens to masamune speak with rapt attention, eyes as wide as sieglinde's, but with less confusion and more intrigue. the moment he mentions fans, she already conjures up an image in her mind, or an old dance she'd had the privilege to witness during one of her troupe's travels. it was beautiful and breathtaking, and though she'd only seen it once, she can already recall how the body bends and spins with the help of those fans.
she gets it.
without thinking, her hand grasps his forearm, resting just above his wrist to give it a reassuring squeeze. ]
I'd be honored.
[ the softness of her voice is broken up by the commotion just a few feet away from them, and, as if torn away from a dream, olivia glances back towards her hostess and the sight she's making with her... skull-dog thing.
a beat, and then olivia seems to remember herself, and hastily draws her hand away with an embarrassed flush. she clears her throat a little, straightening up on her knees. ]
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how dare u
she gets it.
without thinking, her hand grasps his forearm, resting just above his wrist to give it a reassuring squeeze. ]
I'd be honored.
[ the softness of her voice is broken up by the commotion just a few feet away from them, and, as if torn away from a dream, olivia glances back towards her hostess and the sight she's making with her... skull-dog thing.
a beat, and then olivia seems to remember herself, and hastily draws her hand away with an embarrassed flush. she clears her throat a little, straightening up on her knees. ]
I didn't know you drew, Sieglinde. May I see...?