[Wriothesley is a person who has seen change every moment of their life. Every second seemed tumultuous and it wasn't even until more recently that he had found a nice, comfortable lull. Even then, the prophecy looming over Fontaine and knowing that anytime, the hatch keeping back the primordial sea was right under his feet meant that he could never truly relax.
Right now though, he hums softly, words sometimes slipping from his lips, as they move together. He sways and moves, like water going with the flow, and keeping in step with the smaller man.
The arts have always been vital in the expression of emotions for humans. It reads on the man so viscerally. The aching exhaustion settled into his bones and reads in his more sluggish movements to the sweet melancholy that lingers in his throat. Wriothesley, while a private person, was also equally expressive.] Hah, I think you're a better dancer than me. Not that it's very hard to. I don't dance.
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Right now though, he hums softly, words sometimes slipping from his lips, as they move together. He sways and moves, like water going with the flow, and keeping in step with the smaller man.
The arts have always been vital in the expression of emotions for humans. It reads on the man so viscerally. The aching exhaustion settled into his bones and reads in his more sluggish movements to the sweet melancholy that lingers in his throat. Wriothesley, while a private person, was also equally expressive.] Hah, I think you're a better dancer than me. Not that it's very hard to. I don't dance.