quietly, quietly
He was not expecting miracles, certainly. But perhaps a dance would not be asking too much. Just once, a dance beneath the glistening lights with Hubert von Vestra in his arms.
Then perhaps Ferdinand could go back to loving him quietly.
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Courage faltering, Ferdinand took a breath to bid him farewell when Hubert spoke, voice suddenly as stiff as his posture.
“You, on the other hand, appear to have a talent for it.”
Ferdinand paused, surprised. “A talent?”
“For dancing.” Hubert tore his gaze from the scenery, looking down at his hands. “You and Dorothea made quite the pair out there.”
The compliment warmed Ferdinand and he could not help but smile. “Ah, that is mostly Dorothea. I simply exist to twirl her around in circles, as she will well tell you.”
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