For a moment… Marianne chuckled within at the irony, thinking of the time a disagreeable sibling did the same with her in a forceful dance. However, the sensation of it all at this moment warmed her everything up… for so different an effect it had when the partner was desired.
'Haha… it's nice…' — She thought while the hands of the man brought her gently closer while Zeleskiaz leaned his cheek on the crown of the woman he could not meet eye to.. given the race his heart was experiencing and she lovingly listened to.
'Mmm… fuh… my love…' — Relishing on the sweet essence of the beloved, Zeleskiaz's soul fluttered to the sensations. Thinking of the lyrics in another language he had recognised from a forbidden sight. Rephrasing them consequently to his current beliefs. — 'I'm always missing you… your gaze, even your slight touch… this song… It is more than a delight to be here with you… for being without you is my greatest sadness and torture… My Lady… My Marianne…'
