"So why does our dear inquisitor out here?"she said while her Orlesian accent's dripping
"I'm waiting for an Orlesian raven to drop by, why you ask?"the brown haired man said
He faced her awaiting for her to voice out her reason, he gazed upon her dark orbs 'ahhh raven tears they cry indeed' he thought, as for the Orlesian she gazed back against his bloody red eyes 'that determination...' She thought'...why me?' The sullen look she gave, signaled the inquisitor that he must do something then a music queued 'Fitting for who I am with...'
Nightingale's eyes—
What secret lies
In their
worth?
He raised a hand before her "may I have this dance oh dear Master spy" ,hesitating she contemplated whether she will let him or not, she thought that it would be dangerous because of the game that is continued on playing, but her heart kept telling her that this would be a new start for her, after what happened during the blight, after he betrayed her, sending her to a dark cold trance...until she met him...Inquisitor John Elric Trevelyan. "Dear Nightingale? Are you still entranced by my invitation for a dance, it is fine if you do not want to?" He began to retract his hands, until she caught it.
Raven's tears they cry,
But all the while
"No..no.. I want to...its just...I don't know if I could dance...with someone...again"
Ah alas the game she played is now at an end, and for him to initiate there life long companionship with each other or not. "No my dear... You can, I know you can...Leliana"he said with a passionate whisper, and gently he touched her hand, slowly he grasp it ,he adjusted his body in front of her.
They softly lie and spy on you.
She adjusted her body too
Nightingale's eyes—
And slowly they danced
What will they find
Left behind?
Slowly they tuned themselves with the music Leliana held a hem of her long skirt of her dress and swayed with it with grace, holding a hand for him to follow swaying back and forth...
Craven master spy,
With heart remiss
For those who could not find the truth.We're blinded,
And the tempo picked up as of them too
So we're hiding
Dying to be.We're hiding
From the fighting,
Longing to see.We're waiting
For someone to speak
And set us all free.
The climax then ended, they slowed their dance ready to finish the song
Nightingale's eyes
Can free the ties
On our hands.
"You know" he started " if only were the circumstances were different" he contemplated what he would say next
Craven master spies—
Can they find
The key that can unlock the past?
"I would have told you I love you" he finished while he slowly let go and started to walk off. She then felt coldness
We're hiding
From the fighting,
Longing to see.We're waiting
For someone to speak
"Your love for him" he then walked off.
Of course change cannot happen within a dance...would it?
And set us all free… free.