[ it's an indulgence to do it in the manner of a dance, in his eyes. very romantic. he watches her to see if she does anything else (like screwing her eyes shut). then, he focuses, and — ]
Fucking hell.
[ suddenly, they're in olympia. he releases her hand properly reorient himself, squaring his stance and carding a hand through his hair. oh, yep, mm-hmm, there's the nausea. he looks alright, for the most part, with his face scrunched but not uneasy. ]
[ dancing is a mixed bag for dutch. she loves it, and it's the only thing she really misses from her time in the royal harem, but it is a reminder of that, too: of growing up in the harem, of being trained not only to dance and enchant a prince, but also to kill without asking why.
those were lessons none of the other girls had to learn. ]
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Fucking hell.
[ suddenly, they're in olympia. he releases her hand properly reorient himself, squaring his stance and carding a hand through his hair. oh, yep, mm-hmm, there's the nausea. he looks alright, for the most part, with his face scrunched but not uneasy. ]
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[ dancing is a mixed bag for dutch. she loves it, and it's the only thing she really misses from her time in the royal harem, but it is a reminder of that, too: of growing up in the harem, of being trained not only to dance and enchant a prince, but also to kill without asking why.
those were lessons none of the other girls had to learn. ]
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I've had better go's in a fucking caravan to Skegness.
[ that is to say, not exactly. ]
It gets better, don't it?
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fortunately for him: ]
Yeah. Just takes a bit getting used to.